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we all die (and that's just terrifying)
Arthur Lester is a killer that doesn't remember his crimes. He doesn't want to die, not like this.
gift fic for noway on discord as part of the john malevolent server holiday gift exchange :D
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they were gold and i was half-alive
A decade has gone by since well-loved college band Miskatonic broke up, but Parker Yang is still playing shows on his own. His world is shattered when his former bandmate unexpectedly shows up at a concert in his home state.
you're in a fight to the death, my friend sequel. :) can be read standalone without much confusion, & this fic is, most importantly, propaganda for southerner parker yang!!!!
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#malevolent#southerner parker yang my beloved :)#also it's been awhile since i made a fic ''moodboard'' so ! heres one !#fair warning though i made it way before i wrote the gay sex so its not really 100% applicable ahahah#malevolent podcast#malevolent fanfic#parker yang#finch writes
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Happy @mcyt-halloween, @leopardmask-ao3! I got you...uh...words. Lots of words. There will be many more words after this. By which I mean, expect daily updates.
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Wallflower AU Things :))
Set a few months prior to Graves’ accident.
“Kid, I’m gonna need to to tell me your name.” The police officer taps his pen against his clipboard, eyeing Hot-Shot.
Hot-Shot shifts in the uncomfortable plastic seat, sneakers squeaking against the lenoleum floors. He crosses his arms and huffs slightly, blowing his hair out of his eyes.
The cop purses his lips. “How old are you?”
Hot-Shot stares him down, adamant in not answering.
“Can you tell me the names of those boys you were with?”
Hot-Shot turns his gaze to the clock, pointedly avoiding eye contact.
Tick
Tick..
Tick…
There’s an irritated sigh. “Son, I can do this all day…”
Perfect. So can he.
“…Or you could make this easier for both of us and tell me who you robbed that store with.” He prompts, sounding more impatient by the minute.
An uncomfortable silence falls over them before the officer sighs heavily and pushes his glasses to the top of his head. Hot-Shot can see the indents on the his nose.
“Look, kid. You’re in here every other week and it’s always because the same boys screwed you over and left you behind. I know you have some code or- whatever you want to call it, but is that really worth your future? Why don’t you just tell me your name.”
“Shouldn’t it be in your files or some shit? Considering I’m here so much.”
“So you can talk.”
“Yeah. But why would I talk to a fuckin’ pig like you.”
There’s no way he’s ratting out his friends. His old man and mama taught him better than that.
Deny. Deny. Deny.
“Did you rob that store last night.” The cop ignores the insult.
“I don’t know. Did you see me rob it.”
The officer looks exhasperated and sits back, pinching this bridge of his nose and muttering what sounds like a prayer before standing up abruptly.
Hot-Shot flinches at the sudden movement.
“I’m not doing this. I can’t-“ He walks off, probably to find a co-worker or some shit.
Hot-Shot watches the cop talk to a coworker. They keep glancing over at him and whispering to each other. He turns his gaze to the officer’s desk, studying his belongings.
The station doors slide open and he looks around only to see a very irritated looking Graves walk in.
Oh, shit.
Graves marches past him, raising a hand in a ‘don’t’ motion before Hot-Shot can get a word out, as he approaches the officers and decends into a heated conversation.
—
He’ll never understand how Graves does it. He was sure he was fucked this time, but then Graves swoops in and saves his ass.
Again.
“…Graves-“ He starts to say after they’ve been sat in the car in silence for maybe ten minutes.
Graves lifts his head from where he’d been resting it against the steering wheel.
“You told me you were done with this shit, mate- I thought after you left home you’d leave them too.”
“It was just one job.” Hot-Shot mutters.
“You say that every time. ‘Just one job.’ ‘One more job.’ ‘This is the last one, Graves.’ It never is- The whole point of you leaving was to escape that shit. But you keep going back to those fucking low-life-“
“They’re my friends-“ Hot-Shot interrupts, turning to meet Graves’ gaze.
“I’m your friend. They’re gang members. There’s difference, Forest.”
“Is there??”
“Friends don’t leave friends behind.”
Hot-Shot shuts his mouth and turns his gaze away, slumping down in his seat. He refuses to admit Graves is right.
“Don’t start sulking because I’m right.”
“Fuck you, man.” He bites out.
“Why, for caring?” Graves sounds tired. Maybe Hot-Shot’s been pushing too much...
“Look.” Graves says eventually. “I- I know you think they’re your friends, Shot, but one of these days- Sooner or later, they’re going to leave you bleeding somewhere. And I know you know that, deep down.”
Hot-Shot doesn’t answer. Maybe he does know that. Those guys have never done anything for him or to help him. Despite how much he’s done for them. How much he’s risked. How he bends over backwards for them-
Graves reaches out and ruffles his hair but Hot-Shot ducks away. He’s not in the mood.
Graves retracts his hand. “Let’s just go home,” He mutters, starting the car.
#newsies#1992sies#newsies 1992#92sies#livesies#newsies live#newsies broaday#newsies au#newsies modern au#newsies wallflower au#wallflower au#hotshot#newsies hot shot#hot shot newsies#graves#newsies graves#graves newsies#finch writes
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FIC UPDATED!
Go and read it!
#ao3#finch writes#writing#stories#magic school bus#fanfic#doctor who#carlos ramon#dorothy ann#tenth doctor#cdshipping#sci-fi
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im so obsessed with the touchstarved hero thing that you did ive read it more than 20 times, a very normal amount yes, would you ever think of writing another touchstarved prompt or even a touchstarved villain one? thank you so much for your work
"I don't mind."
"Hm?" The protagonist looked up, brow furrowing.
"I don't mind when you touch me," the villain said. "That is - it's not horrific."
"Well, I'm glad I wasn't horrific. Life goals."
The villain shot them a look.
The protagonist smiled despite themselves. It was too easy to feel lulled, brain at ease for the first time in far too long, buzzing with all the good endorphins. Intimacy. Closeness. It was impossible to dwell on the danger, for as surely as there was attraction, there was danger.
They leaned in, slowly enough to clearly telegraph their intentions, and pressed a kiss to the villain's chest. Half teasing. Half something infinitely more dangerous, like genuine affection for the terrible idea sprawled beneath them.
The villain held their gaze. They almost even smiled back. They tangled their fingers into the protagonist's hair instead, but didn't tug them away. They let the protagonist settle even closer than before, head against their beating chest.
The protagonist was starting to understand that meant something too.
"It's merely that people don't do it very often," the villain said, voice clipped, carefully controlled. "Touch me, I mean. Or when they do, it's with the sort of casual presumption that makes me want to rip their hands off. You do not presume."
"Well, you did look ready to rip my hands off once or twice." They knew what the villain meant though. When the protagonist had touched suddenly, unexpectedly, it had been less about trying to control the villain and more just needing something to hold onto as the villain kissed them stupid. Instinct. Desire. Need. The villain had known that, hadn't they? "But you're welcome. I mean, any time."
The villain nodded. Once. Curt - uncomfortable, perhaps, with such an open and vulnerable emotion. They cleared their throat.
The protagonist felt another stupid swell of warmth. They could hear the villain's heartbeat slowing beneath their ear, trusting, and it felt like yet another giddy thrill for the day. A complicated and tentative privilege.
They lay together, in their stolen moment of illicit peace.
"Besides," the villain broke the silence after a while. "Next time, I can always ziptie your hands to the bed posts."
"Next time?" The protagonist's heart skipped.
The villain shrugged. "You like touching. You'd look adorable begging for it. I think I'd like to see that."
The protagonist was sure they'd gone all wide-eyed again, flushed and flustered, because that time the villain definitely smiled. They hesitated, then tugged the protagonist's hair.
"Come back here so I can kiss you again," the villain said.
The protagonist obliged, even as their brain whirled through all the villain had said.
How long had it been since someone touched the villain like this? Since the villain let themselves be touched? It was clearly something they craved, enjoyed, just as clearly as it was something more complicated than that too.
They stopped thinking as the kiss deepened. They drew themselves a little closer still, ever-mindful of where they put their hands, and only more conscious now because of that of the way the villain's body responded beneath them. The shiver of breath. The thud of their heart. The way the villain pressed in, only to pull back again, like a starved creature that could only sustain itself in small increments before it became too much.
It was intoxicating. It felt just a little like power. A good, perfect, brilliant sort of power.
As they broke apart, the villain studied them for another long moment, expression unreadable, but eyes almost soft.
"Come on," the villain murmured. "Play time's over. Let's go."
#to me this is Johnny and Finch#for anyone who knows those characters#hero x villain#villains and heroes#protagonist and antagonist#heroes and villains#villain x hero#writing#story#touch-starved#i like the thought of a more complicated touch-starvation where the villain is very much touch-starved#but also very much eager to be in control of how they are touched
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Previous // Next
Hi Alex!
I don’t think it’s stupid or cheesy to miss someone, I miss you too! Going back to normal after being on holiday is always horrible, especially after this one, and especially having to go back to school, I’m not a big fan! Do you go to school too? I wanted to ask if you did but I couldn’t… it’s nothing personal, by the way, sometimes I just can’t speak to people and I don’t really know why. I thought it was my decision if I did or didn’t before I met you but maybe not. My parents n’ the teachers at school call it selective mutism but I won’t bore you with all that crap.
I can’t see your new teeth but they grow fast so maybe next time! If they don’t maybe you could get some gold one’s like your dad has, unless you don’t wanna look like a pirate lol.. my littlest sister has four teeth now, and I have all my big teeth! I haven’t counted the twins though cos they’d probably bite me if I tried haha!!
Ava is the tiny one with the blonde pigtails! She’s cute but she still sleeps and poops a lot haha, she’s sorta chill though and definitely doesn’t cry as much as Wren and Byrd used to (have you noticed we’re all named after birds yet? I guess my parents thought it was cute since our last name is Finch) Wren’s the ginger one with plaits! She’s pretty funny but she’s super grumpy sometimes and likes to bite and kick (not me though, she loves me) I think it’s cos she’s tired a lot cos she never sleeps at night, kinda like dad.. they’re twins but Byrd is way different, I couldn’t get a picture of him cos he kept running off, he’s crazy like that but he’s super snuggly and loves playing doctor! He likes to pretend to break my legs so I can’t go anywhere then fix them for me haha. Brothers and sisters are fun but they can be a pain in the butt sometimes! We have a cat called Lou too, his full name is Toulouse and he likes to bring us leaves from the garden and scream about ‘em, and he loves stealing food when you’re not looking.
Dad’s been teaching mom how to cook cos she sucks at it (don’t tell her I said that though cos I always pretend it’s not THAT bad) she’s sorta getting better though so I suppose the whole practice makes perfect thing pays off eventually. I got a school project to make a lame volcano that I didn’t wanna do as well, but my parents made me do it anyway.. we all know that real volcanoes aren’t full of baking powder and vinegar though so I dunno if there was much point to it but they seemed to think it was important so I did it anyway, at least I got a picture of it “going off” I guess. No one likes homework, even if it’s supposed to be fun, right?!
It’s cool you set Amber free!! I’m sure she’s happier wherever she is now so I guess you could just think of that when you miss her? The rocks are way cooler anyway! My aunt Aspen has loads of crystals too, sometimes she even charges them in the sun or the full moon.. I keep forgetting to ask her why but I’ll try and remember so I can tell you next time!
Hahaa your poor dad with those birds! I’ll definitely keep the picture cos it’s hilarious, Wren found it the funniest but don’t worry, I’ll keep the picture safe from her sticky hands! I have a hiding spot in the attic for all the stuff I don’t want them touching. I guess birdwatching is sorta fun sometimes but you’ve gotta be quiet (easy for me I guess.. hah!) I’m not sure there’s any other birds round here other than seagulls since we live right next to the sea, those are the ones you can hear the most anyway cos they never shut up! My dad jokes that he used to be a seagull in a past life cos he’s loud and greedy like they are lol.. he’s been building me a treehouse too, I bet that’d be good for birdwatching!! It’ll be super cool once he’s finished but it’s taking ages cos he mostly does it all by himself, I try n’ help sometimes but I’m still too small to carry or lift most things.. I wanna be as strong as him one day, he can build and fix almost anything (he swears a lot during it though haha!) Do you ever think about what you wanna be when you grow up? I don’t really think about that sorta stuff cos working sounds boring, especially if it’s as lame as school!!
I’m ten, by the way! How old are you and when’s your birthday? Mine’s February 22nd. I don’t think I have a favourite food, anything my dad makes is amazing cos he’s a good cook and my mom makes the BEST pancakes! We’re always stuffed after dinner but dad says (lies) that pudding goes in a different part of your stomach so there’s always room for cake haha.. I think I like it best when he makes spicy food but Wren and Byrd hate it so he doesn’t make stuff like that too often. It’s fun to see how much you can eat before your mouth feels like it’s on fire and I’ve decided I’m gonna beat him one day so he better watch out!!!
I didn’t know what to write at first but I guess I sorta ended up writing quite a lot since I had some catching up to do! Are you and your dad on holiday in the tower or are you living there for now? It sorta sounded like you’ve been there a long time, where do you usually live? What kinda stuff does your dad dig up for work? It’d be cool if he dug up dinosaur bones!! I watched something like that recently and they were HUGE!
It’s hard to think of questions on the spot but you can talk about anything you want too! I probably owe you a million answers as well so you can ask anything you want too! I had fun reading your letter and I’m glad we can be pen-pals even if we don’t get to see each other! Maybe next time we meet in person I’ll be able to say something, but writing would still be fun too so I guess it doesn’t really matter, right?
Love Robin c:
ps. I’m keeping the funny photo of you yelling at your dad and there’s nothing you can do about it!!
pps!! I don’t have a way to print out photos yet otherwise I’d have sent some new ones. Dad gave me an old polaroid ages ago but it’s still broken, his friend said he might be able to fix it though so hopefully I can use that next time. Mom said you can have some of our old ones and the ones from her disposable camera whilst we were on holiday for now though so I’ll send those to you as soon as they come back!
#ts4#sims 4#simblr#ts4 story#sims story#forever in between#fib#robin finch#alexandra sampson#brodie sampson#wren finch#byrd finch#ava finch#ᓚᘏᗢ#love it when kids are like LOOK n shove stuff so close to ur face u can't see shit#😆#sdkjsk robin doesn't know what to write#also robin.. writes a ten page essay#bless him#he could finally 'talk'!!!#🤸♀️
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Albert, who's absolutely terrified of losing his friends. He acts around the Newsies like he really doesn't care, but he truly does.
After the fight, nobody could find him for hours. They last saw him running away after Splasher was knocked out, dashing from the scene.
Finch ended up finding him hidden behind Jacobi’s, curled in on himself, and trying to shield himself from the world. He had to practically drag him back to the Lodge House cause of how scared he was to see the aftermath of the fight and what ended up happening to everybody.
#i will add more onto this tomorrow maybe#i just needed to write out my ideas before i forgot about it#thats the way my brain works for some reason#if it aint written down it didnt happen#newsies#uksies#newsies headcanons#albert dasilva#finch cortez#albert newsies#finch newsies
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Dear fellow Court of anons and other thristy comrades. I declare that I, once again, found gold.
We have here, a shy, reserved bottom owl who needs to be praised and called a good boy.
I shall let the juices flow.
Queenie, now's the turn to tell me. Anything more to know about the sexy owl before I once again be consumed by the inspo? Like suggested skin tone, more description u wanna change/keep?
LMAO NO FUCKING WAY? I THOUGHT NO ONE WOULD NOTICE THAT?
he has tanned skin, short silky smooth brown hair, big black eyed, pointy lips, button nose, and flat as a pancake both ways
Fun fact about owl finches mating:
"This is what all that male dancing and singing has been about, yet there are still some formalities involved. First, the cock bird will have to wait for the hen’s body language to invite him to mate. In many species, the hen will sit in a “mating position”, lifting and vibrating her tail. The male will then proceed to mount her and impregnate her with a “cloacal kiss”, in which the all purpose vents of the two birds will make brief contact. His wings will flap in order to push himself against her, and after a few seconds the whole thing will be over."
Sometimes, a cock bird will try and woo another male or female of another species
#Foolish the owl finch#queenie ocs#queenie writes#Mellsfern#yandere male#yandere x darling#yandere male x reader#male yandere#ocs#Yandere oc x reader#Yandere oc#Yandere harpy x reader#Yandere harpy
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Alright alright, new year, new try!
Reviving this blog because why not, I mean, I draw these guys a lot and I don’t plan on abandoning this setting, so I think it’s worth showing new things to Tumblr.
Reblogs are appreciated! Come to see some budgie drama lololol
#budgie city#Gosha is basically the one who brought this trio together#Gesha was dragged in purposefully#Yasha was dragged in by pure accident#they both are very enthusiastic about that#off to beat some finch arses#(mostly verbally but Gosha doesn’t mind physically eheh)#artists on tumblr#original writing#writers on tumblr
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"I'm not surprised at all"
#dreamswap#ds ink#ds dream#ds finch#ds ani#Initially I wanted to write “He is sarcastic even to his schizophrenia” huh#I've always wondered if he's never been caught talking to ghosts
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are you giving up, foxglove?
Arthur and John are cowboys now, yet Arthur still finds himself alone when an unexpected storm rolls in.
malevolent cowboys au. arthur enrichment via a tornado. etc
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#hi. 95% of this fic is old BUT gentle nudge back into writing ig#maybe later i will make a moodboard for this.. who knows#malevolent#malevolent fanfic#malevolent cowboys au#finch writes
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you were the last thing i had that was good
All detectives are the same; too clever for their own good.
[Alternate version of Malevolent Part 35, in which Detective Noel is Parker Yang.]
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#malevolent#last thing fic#everyone has secrets and its cool and fine we're having a great time#always and forever insane about peter parker yang#my theories may be delusions but its okay thats why im a writer#hes alive in my heart or whatever#finch writes#finch writes a multichap fic? unheard of#malevolent podcast#masked
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This'll run for 24 hours. I don't expect anything to happen of it, but hey!
Rules: for every vote each option gets, I'll write 50 words of that WIP. Soon. Ish. Sorry, all I have is TBAUH. It's my whole life actually.
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A little something from the Discord Server which I’m forcibly applying to the Wallflower AU.
Oscar's hands are already shaking by the time he manages to sneak the box into the bathroom, avoiding looking in the mirror at all costs. He can’t stand to see his reflection. He already feels nauseous at the thought of having to look at himself long enough to apply the bleach, but he wants to change. He can’t change his face that easily, but his hair- That’s an easy fix.
But he needs to do it himself. He doesn’t think he’d be able to stand Morris’ judgement if he were to ask for help. He can manage alone. It can’t be that hard to bleach your goddamn hair.
He lifts his gaze and catches a glimpse of himself. He has his fathers dark eyes, and sharp jaw. It drives him insane. He knows it upsets Morris just as much- although his older brother will never admit it. He suddenly realises how awful he looks- Similarities to his father aside.
Dark bags under his eyes, sickly pale. Morris hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d told him that morning that: ‘Christ, Osc. You look like shit.’
He takes a breath, trying to read the instructions as he fumbles to open the box. Taking everything out. He studies the bottle for a moment before setting everything up on the sink, taking another shaky breath and getting to work.
He realises about halfway through how shit of a job he’s done, and then he hears the front door open, followed by Morris calling out his name. He fumbles and knocks the box off the sink, cursing as it hits the ground. In the hall he hears shuffling footsteps and before he can react, Morris is standing in the doorway looking incredibly confused.
They stare at each other for a moment, Morris still in his scratchy work uniform that he hates so much- Oscar hunched over the sink, hair half bleached, patchy and ugly. Neither of them say anything for a long moment before Morris shrugs off his bag and makes his way over.
Oscar backs away from instinct, tensing when Morris holds out a hand. Morris frowns, on hand still extended. “The bottle, Osc.” He says bluntly and Oscar blinks at him, words not really registering.
When Oscar makes no move to hand him it, Morris picks up the box and studies it for a moment. Before gesturing to Oscar to sit on the edge of the bath and he does just that, leg bouncing anxiously, breathing a little uneven.
“Can you read them to me?” Morris all but shoves the box into Oscars hands. “The instructions.”
Oscar nods numbly, reading out loud as Morris follows the directions, working the bleach into his hair. Oscar can’t meet his gaze. His eyes won’t stop watering and Morris doesn’t comment. He pretends it’s the bleach.
He’s pretty sure Morris doesn’t believe him.
Time passes painfully slow, but eventually, Morris helps to rinse out the bleach and Oscar braves checking his reflection.
He stares at himself for a moment. It’s not much better than how it would have looked if he’d done it himself. It’s a mess, a mixture of blonde and almost orange. He turns to Morris. The distraught must be evident on his face because the corner of Morris’ mouth twitches and he reaches out to ruffle the mess that is Oscar’s hair.
“Well, y’certainly don’t look like pa anymore.”
Oscar swats his hand away, ducking out of reach but he can’t help laughing a little. “It looks like shit.”
“Can you cope until we can get to an actual hairdresser to fix it?”
Oscar nods a little. He finds seeing his reflection is a tiny bit easier now.
#newsies#1992sies#newsies 1992#92sies#livesies#newsies live#newsies broaday#newsies au#newsies modern au#newsies wallflower au#wallfower au#oscar delancey#morris delancey#the delanceys#the delancey brothers#finch writes
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