#fracture alma

[casitafallz]

Dante: Hey guys! I drew everyones soul!

Fracture Alma: Why is Wanderer Mirabel's a monster?

Wanderer Mirabel: Dante, you forgot Fracture Alma's! Its only an empty space!

Dante, proudly: Exactly

[casitafallz-a]

Fracture Alma: Good morning.

Stray Agustin: Good morning.

Abscond Luisa: Good morning.

Wanderer Mirabel: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Hallow Pepa: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

[yellowcry]

This isn’t so much an ask, as someone just wanted to pass on a message to Swap Luisa. I am just the messenger.

Fracture Isabela: I’m a better sister to Mirabel than you

Swap Luisa: First of all, which one are you referring too? You're not sister to my Mirabel and I'm not sister to yours. She's my best friend??? What are you on?

[miracles-and-butterflies]

[Swap and YLMDITW Luisa belongs to @yellowcry]

Luisa: Hi Luisas, welcome to the monthly Mirabel Protection Squad meeting—

Luisas in the audience: *cheering loudly*

Luisa: Great, love the enthusiasm, guys! So does everyone have a Mirabel with them?

Swap Luisa, hugging Fracture Mirabel: Yep! One told me mine was creepy so I punched that person in the face.

Fracture Luisa, holding a broken nose: Asshole! That really hurt!

YLMDITW Luisa: Just a punch? Pathetic!

Protector Luisa: Yeah, you should have murdered them on the spot. *stands up* Would you like me to demonstrate?

Protector Mirabel: No, no, no! Just sit down and keep hugging me, please?

Luisa: Good thinking, we don’t want a repeat of last month. That poor Royalty Luisa, she will be in our thoughts forev… OH MY FUCKING GOD WHERE DID YOU COME FROM

Desconocida, tugging at her sleeve like a child: I did not get a “Luisa”

Luisa: And that’s probably for the best. Why don’t you just go stand off to the side, where nobody has to look at the creepy doll? Just over here? *pushes her offstage* Anyway, back to very important business, holding our annual vote of who has the cutest Mirabel. Now, it’s not a competition, but mine is by fAR THE FUCKING CUTEST AND IF YOU DON’T VOTE FOR HER I WILL DESTROY ALL OF YOU

[lestatlioncunt]

viotash is not about love and it is not about sex and not even about trust, it's about all the ways you can destroy yourself and someone else and 'heal' together into a even more fucked up version where their rib cages are interlocking together so that no one can leave, hope this helps

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

Alright my turn

I've had a COD oc brewing for a bit and wanna share her (this is my first time making an oc don't kill me)

Call sign: Ducky

History behind call sign: During her early days in the military, her platoonmates noticed she's a bit skittish (lack of sleep) and decided to scare the shit out of her. She let out a short scream that sounded like a loud duck quack and they never let her live it down.

Job: Sniper

Nationality: American

Age: 30

Personality traits: Blunt, slightly chaotic, loyal, caring, "get shit done" type of girl, strong morals, exceptional intelligence, able to temporarily turn off emotions when needed

Closest with: Phillip Graves

Backstory: She grew up in an extremely abusive household. She learned how to be extremely quiet, extreme pattern recognition, and spots movement extremely fast. As soon as she turned 18, she joined the US military as a marine as a means to get out of her household.

Due to being used to constant screaming and berating from her childhood, she has a smoother time adjusting to the shock of basic training than the others did. She's a quick learner and showed impressive marking in just about anything they threw her way. She wanted to be in infantry, but due to the USA military laws, she was unable to do so.

They set her up to train for becoming a sniper and she stayed there since. She managed to get past training without much issue, until she was transferred to another squad and found out her brother was in the same squad. They grew up close (trauma bonding) and had an extremely strong relationship.

On a mission in 2018 (age 24), her entire squad was taken out by IED while driving to their safe house. She was the only one to survive, but came out with shrapnel lodged between her ribs, a shard stabbing into her meniscus, and a fractured wrist.

After a year and a half of physical therapy and continuous training, she was able to get back into the force. In 2021, she met the leader of the Shadow Company, Phillip Graves. Reviewing her file, he offered her a position among his men. After a bit of thought, she took his offer and was with them for a good bit of time. After his supposed death in Las Almas, where she was absent due to being summoned in the US for familial reasons (funeral), she was placed in a temporary force. She has yet to find out he's actually alive.

[cricketfucker]

Will Wood Song Tournament!

Good morning ladies, gentlemen, boys, girls, neithers, boths, and in-betweens. We gather here to vote upon the best Will Wood songs of all time.

Below is our roster of 64 Will Wood / Will Wood and the Tapeworms songs, placed in a randomized order, my only rule being that none of the matches in the first & second round will be from the same album:

ROUND 1 - Voting Date & Time: January 31st, 2pm CST

Match 1: Becoming the Lastnames VS Self-

Match 2: Euthanasia VS Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture

Match 3: Welcome to Camp Here & There VS You Liked This (Okay, Computer!)

Match 4: Falling Up VS Cotard's Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)

Match 5: Momento Mori: the most important thing in the world VS Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll

Match 6: Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) VS Morning Announcements

Match 7: Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer's Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus) VS Everything Is a Lot

Match 8: Evening Announcements VS Ferryman

Match 9: Love, Me Normally VS Good Morning, Campers!

Match 10: Afternoon Announcements VS Destroy to Enjoy

Match 11: Misanthrapologist VS Lysergide Daydream

Match 12: Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In! VS That's Enough, Let's Get You Home.

Match 13: Dr. Sunshine Is Dead VS Yes, to Err is Human, so Don't Be One.

Match 14: When Somebody Needs You VS Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From “B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marsh-Mallows, & Barsh-Mallows”]

Match 15: 2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.) VS Your Body, My Temple

Match 16: Cover This Song (A Little Bit Mine) VS The Main Character

ROUND 2 - Voting Date & Time: February 1st, 2pm CST

Match 1: Red Moon VS I / Me / Myself

Match 2: Cicada Days VS Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples

Match 3: BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA VS Half-Decade Hangover

Match 4: Front Street VS Vampire Reference in a Minor Key

Match 5: Tomcat Disposables VS Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D.

Match 6: White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?) VS ...well, better than the alternative

Match 7: Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave VS Alma Mater

Match 8: Um, It's Kind of a Lot VS Under a Monochromatic Sky

Match 9: ...And If I Did, You Deserved It. VS Against the Kitchen Floor

Match 10: -ish VS Venetian Blind Man

Match 11: Under a Technicolor Sky VS 2012

Match 12: 6up 5oh Copout (Pro / Con) VS The Song with Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know

Match 13: Jimmy Mushroom's Last Drink: Bedtime in Wayne, NJ VS White Noise

Match 14: Willard! VS ¡Aikido! (Neurotic / Erotic)

Match 15: The Rhumba of Death VS The First Step

Match 16: Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones) VS Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

ROUND 3 - Voting Date & Time: February 2nd, 2pm CST

Match 1: Becoming the Lastnames VS Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture

Match 2: Welcome to Camp Here & There VS Cotard's Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)

Match 3: Momento Mori: the most important thing in the world VS Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)

Match 4: Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer's Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus) VS Ferryman

Match 5: Love, Me Normally VS Destroy to Enjoy

Match 6: Misanthrapologist VS Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

Match 7: Dr. Sunshine is Dead VS When Somebody Needs You

Match 8: 2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.) VS The Main Character

ROUND 4 - Voting Date & Time: February 3rd, 2pm CST

Match 1: I / Me / Myself VS Cicada Days

Match 2: BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA VS Front Street

Match 3: Tomcat Disposables VS Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D. VS ...well, better than the alternative

Match 4: Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave VS Um, It's Kind of a Lot

Match 5: Against the Kitchen Floor VS Venetian Blind Man

Match 6: 2012 VS The Song with Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know

Match 7: White Noise VS Willard!

Match 8: The First Step VS Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

ROUND 5 - Voting Date & Time: February 5th, 2pm CST

Match 1: Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture VS Cotard's Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)

Match 2: Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) VS Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer's Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus)

Match 3: Love, Me Normally VS Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

Match 4: Dr. Sunshine is Dead VS 2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.)

Match 5: Cicada Days VS BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA

Match 6: ...well, better than the alternative VS Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave

Match 7: Against the Kitchen Floor VS The Song with Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know

Match 8: Willard! VS Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

ROUND 6 - Voting Date & Time: February 7th, 2pm CST

Match 1: Cotard's Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca) VS Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)

Match 2: Love, Me Normally VS 2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.)

Match 3: BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA VS Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave

Match 4: Against the Kitchen Floor VS Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

ROUND 7 - Voting Time & Date: February 8th, 4pm CST

Match 1: Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) VS Love, Me Normally

Match 2: Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave VS Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

ROUND 8 - Voting Time & Date: February 9th, 5pm CST

Final Match: Love, Me Normally VS Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

WINNER!

Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

[soapyghost]

Scarred- Graves x Fem! reader

Warnings- swearing, violence, mentions of death, guns, angst (A LOT OF ANGST) dark Graves, prior relationship with Graves, mean Graves, smut, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected p in v. ALSO SPOILER WARNINGS- IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THE MW2 CAMPAGIN PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT WANT IT SPOILED. THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER THE GAMEA/N: I was chatting with @johnnytavish about a post game angst filled Graves and this is the product of that so enjoy. Wordcount- 3k

He hadn’t even so much as looked at you since he was brought back. After the crushing defeat in Las Almas, he’d changed. The 141 squad had assumed that Commander Graves had died in that tank, and to their credit part of him did. He no longer laughed or even smiled. His somewhat jovial demeanor was never seen again.

General Sheppard had been the one to coordinate the rescue mission, fully expecting it to be a body retrieval. When you and the small group of remaining Shadows touched down in the dead of night your heart was in your throat. You always knew this was a possibility, that you would lose him. But now being smacked with the reality that Graves really was gone shattered you to your very core. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, you thought to yourself. The sweet promises you two had shared all those nights twisted up in the sheets of his room had all snapped like glass. They would never come true now.

You came up first to the metal heap of the tank, unable to contain your anxiety. Wrenching open the door you saw him. He was pale and blood battered. Tears pricked into the corners of your eyes as you stumbled into the scrapped hull and reached to find a pulse. As your fingers touched his neck you almost yanked your hand away, he was warm. He was warm.

You could feel the faint dancing pulse beneath his skin. “He’s alive” you screamed. You hoisted him over your shoulder with a strength that you never knew you had. “Get me EVAC NOW!” You shouted, placing him gently on the ground. Swallowing hard to force the tears to recede back into your skull you began removing some of his gear and throwing it at one of the other shadows, you began to search his body for wounds. There was a huge gash on his face that went from the top of his forehead down through his left eye, across his lips ending at his chin. It was bleeding pretty heavily and may need stitches. Continuing your search you came across several broken ribs, a fractured shin and too many cut wounds to count. He was battered and bruised almost beyond recognition but he was alive.

The months after his rescue felt like years. He had lost sight in his left eye because of the cut he suffered, and it snapped something in him. Graves vowed that he would take something from 141 for the things they took from him. Gone was the man you knew, the man you loved, and all that remained was a husk of a man fueled only by revenge. You had tried to talk to him on dozens of occasions but he never even looked your way, let alone deign a response. The anger began to well up inside you after each encounter. This man vowed to protect and love you and now he can’t even look you in the eye. You were supposed to go away together after this mission. Take a month long vacation on some sandy beach thinking about nothing other than each other. Yet here you were, in the dark damp forest in hiding from the rest of the world. His greed had ripped everything from you.

Now that he had fully healed you were going to corner him. You bit your lip as you went over and over in your mind how you were going to talk to him, a stranger in the body of your boyfriend. You had gone over and over in your mind the things you wanted to say but it all flew out the window the minute you see him walking towards you. You reach out to him as he begins to pass you and shove him into a storage room.

“What the fuck Snow?” He snarled. He didn’t even use your real name. This lit a fire inside of you that no one could extinguish. You’d been fucking him for months, and all this man could say was your code name?

“What the fuck?” You scream back at him, “You’re asking me what the fuck? What the fuck is wrong with you? You haven’t said a single word to me since I pulled you from that tank. I saved you Phillip and you can’t even look me in the eye or even say my goddamn name!” Your voice getting higher and higher as you continue to let out every morsel of anger that had been consuming you. “I thought you DIED!” You finish, choking on the last word.

“I did” he spat back at you, eyes finally reaching yours. They were devoid of all life. The sparkle that once thrived inside them had been killed. He wasn’t your Phillip anymore. He was Graves.

His words stung. You couldn’t help the tears that began to swell and push past the dam of your eyelids. They streamed down your face like a waterfall in the early spring.

“No. I saved you. I got you out of that tank and back home. I brought you back to me!” You wailed in a feeble attempt to get Phillip back. You punched him like a child throwing a temper tantrum, but he didn’t even flinch. Your punched bouncing off of him like they were nothing. He grabbed your wrists “Enough” he commanded.

You stare at him for a moment, searching his eyes for answers but found none. Wrenching your hands free from his grasp you spun on your heels and reached for the door. Before you were able to touch the handle a pair of hands grabbed your waist and spun you around, forcing your back against the wall. His lips crashed onto yours, hungry, feral and almost animalistic. This kiss was nothing like the sweet kisses you had shared countless nights in his room. Regardless your body melted into his just the same as it did on all those shared evenings. You kissed him back, thankful that you had even a sliver of him back.

You break away first, gasping for breath. “Phillip you can’t just not speak to me for months and then try to fuck me in a supply room” you whisper, trying to focus. His kiss momentarily erasing all anger that you had within you. The familiar scent of sandalwood and musk washing over you like a warm blanket. Pushing him away you see it, flicker on his eyes for a millisecond, but you see him again. He's in there somewhere. "Phillip, please. What is going on?" you blink back tears again.

"I can't. I just can't" he chokes out after what seems like an eternity of silence. His shoulders go limp as he looks down at the floor, "I can't hurt you again. This has to end" he whispers, so quietly you have to pause. "What?" your voice cracks. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment and he pushes past you and leaves you alone with just your demons.

It had been several weeks since that day in the supply room, and you had thought about what he said every waking moment of every day. Waking up every morning only to remember the man you loved said it was over was like being stabbed. No, being stabbed hurt less than this. The mundane days blended, wake up, feel like you're being stabbed, see him, work, cry yourself to sleep, rinse and repeat. Every time you saw him it felt like you stepped on a land mine, all your bones shattered, you could feel your blood pumping. All you could think about was him saying "I can't hurt you again". What could he mean by that? He's hurting you day in and day out by ignoring you. No matter what happened, you would always love him.

Things had gone back to him speaking to you for work related things, just like how he was when you first joined Shadow Company. When he treated you just the same as every piece of dirt. It took almost a year to crack past Graves to Phillip, and the fear of having to do it all over again was almost too much. But today was different, you saw that spark return to Graves while watching him command a fresh group of Shadows. It was a different spark, one fueled by the need for revenge. At least he was alive again. He was harsher with the new recruits, more than likely because of the sting of losing so many. He was harsher on you too.

"Snow! Shoulders back" he barked, one day during range shooting. You knew your stance was fine, he knew your stance was fine. "Fuck off" you shouted back at him. The whole range went silent. Fear creeped up into your chest, you've spoken to him like this hundreds of times and never had a fear like this. Every set of eyes in the shooting range bore into your body, shredding into as if they were shooting you with their guns. "My office, NOW" he roared, before turning and storming in the direction of his office. You stood there, stunned. He had never used this tone on you before.

You followed after him, like a puppy who chewed up the mail and was about to be reprimanded, tail between your legs. Once you arrived at the door to his office you paused, a million and one thoughts passing through your mind. What if he kicked you from the Shadows? Where would you go? You were already in hiding because of his actions. Would he turn you over to the authorities? No. He wouldn't do that, you took a deep sigh and knocked on his door.

"Come in" came his muffled voice. You slowly opened the door to find him sitting at this desk, hands rubbing his temples. "Sit down" he commanded, gesturing to the plus chair that sat across from his desk. You silently did as he asked, sinking as deep into the chair as physically possible. "You can't talk to me like that Snow." he sighed, as he looked up at you. "Why? What has changed so much that I can't even speak to you?" you whimpered, desperate to fly across the desk and shove your face into his chest like you used to. "Everything has changed, Y/N. Like you said, I almost died. I can't let that happen again. I will not be weak, and that's what you make me" his voice was measured, and restrained.

"I don't make you weak Phillip, I make you human" you pleaded. "Stop being Graves and be Phillip for one goddamn minute." You searched his eyes for the flicker again, but all you could see was Graves. Your mind was swimming with how you could get him back, get back to what you were. Before you registered what you were doing, you leaped over the desk and into his lap. He stiffened at your touch. Placing your hands on his cheeks you forced him to look at you, "Please." you whispered as you leaned down to kiss him.

It took a moment, but he finally returned your kiss. It was the same as the one you shared in that supply room, hungry and feral. Crazed even. His hands began exploring your body, setting fire everywhere he touched. It felt so good to be touched by him again. Every neuron in your body was firing, every sense was filled with him. His tongue pressed against your lips, demanding to be let in, so you parted your lips. You involuntarily bucked your hips into him, and let out a small moan. You had missed this, missed him.

In one swift movement he lifted you off his lap and onto your knees. You looked up at him puzzled. He simply looked down at you and began to unbuckle his belt, and it became clear. A surge of excitement ran through you, this was different. Normally when you had sex it was soft, loving almost fairytale like. This was pure lust, and it sent a thrill down your spine. Your hands reached up to help undo his zipper and release him from those tight black cargo pants. His cock sprung out of its cage and slapped against his stomach. He was huge, you had almost forgotten how big it really was. You took no time in eagerly grabbing the shaft and running your tongue up it, all while looking through your eyelashes at him. A guttural groan escaped his mouth as he threw his head back. You popped the head in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it, lapping up the precum. He grabbed a fistful of hair and began to guide your head, shoving himself deeper and deeper into your throat.

You gagged and tears welled in your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. The sound only sent him into overdrive, as he began to forcefully bob your head onto his cock. The combination of saliva and precum began to drip down your chin as you worked him inside your hollowed cheeks. Finally you pushed back on him to come up for a breath.

"Fuck, I've missed you doll" he breathes, eyes on yours. He hoists you up and onto the desk where he makes quick work of your pants. Throwing them into the corner of the room his attention turned towards the lace panties that barely covered you. You smiled up at him as he took you in, "You vixen" he smirks as he grabs the waistband and shimmies them down your legs. Once you're free of all barriers, he shoves your legs apart and drops to his knees and in-between your thighs. The warmth of his tongue against your folds causes a gasp of pleasure to erupt from you. You desperately grab onto the edges of the desk to ground yourself. He felt like heaven between your legs, the way he lapped up every ounce of you. His tongue sliding in and out of you, before sliding two fingers in. A moan of pleasure escapes from your lips as he picks up his pace, using his thumb to rub your clit. He hadn't forgotten how to please you. You were putty in his hand, literally. Your body turned to Jell-O as you began to feel your orgasm creep up on you. Your soft moans were music to Grave's ears, as he continued to rub your clit and relentlessly fuck you with his fingers. "Fuck, mm- don't stop Phillip. M' gunna cum" you mewl.

All at once you feel his fingers slide out of you, and you tense at the loss of your orgasm. You snap open your eyes and open your mouth to protest but before the words escape your mouth his lips are on you. He flips your body around so your chest is now on the desk and your pretty ass is in the air.

"God, what a sight." he muses, "what would the company think if they saw you on your Commanders desk, begging for it". You simply wag your ass and whisper "please". You hear his pants fall to the floor and feel him pressed up against you. His breath hot on your ear as he lines himself up and thrusts himself into you. A yelp escapes your lips at how hard and fast he entered you, filling you up to the brim. "Fuccck" he drawls into your ear, "You feel so fucking good".

He doesn't give you a moment to get used to his size before he takes a fistful of your hair and places his other hand on your lower back before he starts a relentless pace. Your eyes roll back into your head as you become fuck dumb on his cock. The moans escaping your mouth coupled with the slick sound of his cock pounding your pussy are absolutely filthy. A string of curses leave your lips as he takes his hand off your back and slips it back to your clit, rubbing unforgiving circles. His touch sends shockwaves through your body, and the familiar feeling of your orgasm slowly begins to return.

"Cum for me" he commands you, "Cum for your Commander." The gruffness of his voice sends you tumbling over the edge of euphoria. A mess of his name and every curse word in the world fall from your lips as he fucks you through your orgasm. "Mmmm, you listen so well here" he whispers in your ear. All you can do is gasp and nod your head, too cock dumb to form a proper sentence. His thrust start to become sloppy, knowing he was close you tighten your core, causing your walls to flutter on his cock. The grip on your hair tightens in response and grunt leaves his lips as he twitches inside you, his cum filling you up, and leaking out dripping onto the floor. His breath is heavy against you as he leans down, forehead on the back of your skull.

You both take a moment to catch your breath before you turn around to face him. You had never had sex with him like this. It was always something out of those silly movies where the guy treats the girl like a princess. It was all southern charm and honey. This was down and dirty, sex on his goddamn desk. You look over him, wondering what happened to that but also secretly loving this new side. He smiled softly at you, placing a kiss gently on your forehead before zipping up his pants and retrieving yours. It was him again, for a few moments you got Phillip. After you had redressed he allowed you to hold him for just a few precious minutes before he gently removed your arms from him. Just like you used to, every time you'd both finish you would sit there arms wrapped lazily around each other, simply basking in the others presence. Slowly you looked up at him, a smile on your face.

But the man who looked back at you was not your Phillip anymore, it was Graves.

[soggytapeworm]

Round 2 Result Summary

Songs Remaining:

Vampire Reference in a Minor Key

Dr. Sunshine Is Dead

Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones)

Cotard's Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)

The Song with Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know

Front Street

Love, Me Normally

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA

…well, better than the alternative

Cicada Days

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

Against The Kitchen Floor

Your Body, My Temple

Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture

Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)

Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

When Somebody Needs You [Song]

Songs Eliminated (in Round 2 ONLY):

Becoming The Lastnames

Misanthrapologist

That’s Enough, Let’s Get You Home.

Venetian Blind Man (Song)

The First Step

Welcome to Camp Here & There

Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D.

Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll

Ferryman

White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?)

Yes, to Err is Human, So Don’t Be One. (Song)

Under A Technicolor Sky

Mr. Fregoli and the Diathesis-Stress Supermodel, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Con (An Untitled Track)

Willard!

Everything is a Lot

2012

Um, it’s Kind of a Lot

Everything Is A Lot:

3 songs left (Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones), Front Street, Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture)

10 songs eliminated (6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con), ¡Aikido! (Neurotic / Erotic), White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?), Cover This Song (A Little Bit Mine), Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D., Red Moom, Lysergide Daydream, The First Step, Jimmy Mushrooms’ Last Drink: Bedtime in Wayne, NJ, Everything is a Lot)

SELF-iSH:

4 songs left (Dr. Sunshine Is Dead, Cotard's Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca), The Song with Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know, Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!)

4 songs eliminated (Self-, 2012, Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer's Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus), -Ish)

The Normal Album:

5 songs left (Love, Me Normally, BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA, …well, better than the alternative, Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!), Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally)

5 songs eliminated (2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.), I / Me / Myself, Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples, Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave, Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world)

In Case I Make It:

3 songs left (Vampire Reference in a Minor Key, Cicada Days, Against The Kitchen Floor)

13 songs eliminated (Tomcat Disposables, Becoming the Lastnames, Euthanasia, Falling Up, Um, it’s Kind of a Lot, Half-Decade Hangover, You Liked This (Okay, Computer!), The Main Character, Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll, Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From “B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marsh-Mallows, & Barsh-Mallows”], Willard!, White Noise)

Camp Here & There:

2 songs left (Your Body, My Temple, When Somebody Needs You [Song])

10 songs eliminated (Welcome to Camp Here & There, Morning Announcements, Venetian Blind Man (Song), Good Morning, Campers!, The Rhumba of Death, Yes, to Err is Human, So Don’t Be One. (Song), Under A Technicolor Sky, Afternoon Announcements, Under A Monochromatic Sky, Evening Announcements)

Others:

0 songs left

6 songs eliminated (Misanthrapologist, …And If I Did, You Deserved It., Ferryman, Wealth & Hellness, Alma Mater, Mr. Fregoli and the Diathesis-Stress Supermodel, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Con (An Untitled Track))

[casitafallz]

Fracture Alma: You both have to work together in this next mission.

Decay Isabela: Is it too late to volunteer for hell instead?

Wanderer Mirabel: yeah, can I go to hell too?

[casitafallz-a]

Fracture Alma, teaching Pariah Julieta to drive: Okay, you're driving and Stray Agustin and Dweller Bruno walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Pariah Julieta: Oh, definitely Dweller Bruno. I could never hurt Stray Agustin.

Fracture Alma, massaging her temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

[yellowcry]

[Fracture au belongs to @miracles-and-butterflies]

Swap Luisa, coming at the breakfast: *Casually carries Fracture Mirabel on her arm*

Swap Pedro: What is this?! Luisa, put this thing away, it must be a trap!

Luisa: Abuelo, this is Mirabel. Like my sister, but another one. Can she stay with us for a while? She's very nice, she won't cause any problems

Fracture Mirabel: Greetings, Señor Madrigal, it is pleasure to meet you and the rest of your family.

—

Meantime Fracture Pedro: Where the fuck is Mirabel?

[miracles-and-butterflies]

[Swap Luisa belongs to @yellowcry]

Fracture Mirabel, pointing to Swap Luisa: This is another Luisa, she is my best friend - even though she is not actually my Luisa.

Reincarnated Mirabel: Oh! I have one of those too.

Reincarnated Mirabel, gesturing to Jessica: This is also another Luisa.

[sombraoscura15]

Antes de preguntar quería pedirte perdón si e sido pesado en el pasado preguntando demasiado, es que en verdad me gusta mucho la historia de fissur y todo lo que va a venir pronto.

Para Sombra: Si en teoría los monstruos se hacen más resistentes al absorber almas humanas como lo hizo Asriel, eso quiere decir que en teoría si fissur hubiera absorbido las almas antes de usar la maquina del doctor gaster podría haber resistido mejor el poder que está la otorga?

Jajaj no te preocupes asi es como responde el personaje de Fissure , es demasido volatil y malhurado a veces.

-interesante pregunta, pues para usar la maquina como requisito minimo requiere ciertos atributos, quizas fissure con esas almas hubiera podido resistir mejor los poderes que esta otorga o quizas no y todo hubiera salido peor. hasta ahora hay 3 posibilidades que trabajamos como what if.

-Fissure normal (El clasico fissure sans, la maquina funciono pero resulto ser un experimento fallido dada la inestabilidad de sus poderes) (seguimos la historia principal de este)

-Perfect Core Fissure. (Fissure obtuvo los poderes de manera optima , controla hasta el mas pequeño aspecto de sus habilidades pero se volvio un sociopata imparable)

-Silent Fissure. (La maquina funciono muy mal y dejo el cuerpo de fissure liseado y sin boca, no obstante es muy bueno manejando el poder que le resta y busca ser un protector)

-Fracture Fissure. (La maquina exploto y partes de ella se inscrustaron en el esqueleto, parte de su cabeza volo en el proceso y se convirtio en una mezcla de maquina , una sustancia oscura y flotante y huesos que funciona por puro instinto)

[dragynkeep]

I'm close to finishing Encanto and I honestly have mixed feelings about Alma. On one hand, she was very stern and controlling over her family family the point where she was the reason most if not all of then were constantly under pressure and afraid of disappointing her and I hold how she scapegoats Mirabel and Bruno for things that weren't her fault against her. On the other hand, she's a scared and traumatized woman who apologized at the end and had a legitimate explanation for her actions.

alma is a very flawed & complex character which i love, especially for the reasons you’ve pointed out. her behaviour stems very clearly from the unresolved, realistic trauma of losing her home, her husband & then having to raise her children all on her own while leading a village.

her thoughts & coping mechanisms bled onto her children, which bled onto theirs. you can see all of alma’s fears in each of her children & grandchildren quite fascinatingly tbh.

pepa has her perfectionism & need for everything to go right, much like isabela then would. julia heals everyone’s pain just as alma was expected to while ignoring her own. luisa has to be strong at all costs, & feels like she’s failing everyone when the fractures in the family come to light. camilo consistently changes face & shape to be whoever is needed to help the villagers, much like alma.

then we have bruno & mirabel who i believe become the “outcasts” in alma’s eyes because they’re the most like her. sure, isabela is there as a mirror image of her grandmother in looks but who else encapsulates alma’s fears & neverending paranoia of things going wrong, that stemmed from intense trauma, than her son who literally has visions of these things?

who else is more like pre - war alma who believed in people & just wanted to be one with her family, her now broken, fractured family than mirabel? mirabel is alma, the alma that could’ve been if she hadn’t had her family torn apart in the civil war. the alma that is now being hurt by herself & her trauma which is probably why mirabel feels so outcast. this is why mirabel is the one to break open pandora’s box, metaphorically & literally. you have to look to the past before you can tackle the future & that’s why their relationship is so important in an individualistic society that pushes throwing away relationships the moment there’s a hint of conflict.

interestingly, antonio is the only one i can’t tie to a facet of alma’s trauma & that’s because he already has her in his life, through mirabel. mirabel, who represents alma’s past self, her untraumatized self. mirabel who stopped that passing onto the next generation in antonio & broke the cycle.

[inkovert]

➳ Some Call It Fate | Contemporary YA fiction

Status: Writing Second Draft (for Nano 2022!)

It amused me sometimes, how much people concerned themselves with keeping up appearances. Hell could be breaking loose on the other side of the door, but as long as the bushes were trimmed any unsuspecting stranger would be none the wiser. 

It made me wonder. If our mailbox had been overflowing, our flowerbeds wilting, would someone have looked a little closer? Listened, for the moment our world, my world, permanently fractured? Would they have even cared? 

Cami has one wish. To get accepted to the arts program at her father's alma mater. But after facing constant rejections from magazines to publish her work and being told her drawings are "too detached" and "impersonal", she decides the time for idealism is over. Convinced to give things another chance, she enrolls in an art class to improve her skill - but lack of talent isn't what's blocking her art. It's everything she's locked inside her.

The loss of her father a year prior. Suppressed resentment toward her mother. Guilt. Refusal to let anyone close. On her journey to find what's missing in her art, she's forced to confront everything she's been burying within herself for the last year. She crosses paths with Spencer, a troubled teen who may be more similar to her than she initially believes; Vince, who hides his complex character behind a promiscuous front; and a girl who curiously keeps showing up to Cami's work place. Before she knows it, she's taken on a transformative emotional journey that leads to the discovery of a shocking truth. 

If you enjoy:

Litfic

a strong female friendship

a strong M/F friendship

slowburn romance (subplot)

angst. angst. and more angst (did I mention angst?)

black female lead

watching me, a person who knows nothing about art, attempt to (re-) write a story about a girl who's an artist

consider checking this story out. That's all folks ✌🏾