#hangingoffence

[scorchedhearth]

heyyy!!!! these are for the comfort prompt thingy<33

”Don’t look down.” for kylealex. maybe kyle taking alex to a flight!!!! ”Stay awake.” for jaykyle. canon or western which ever you feel like<3333

I missed the western au SO much u have no idea, thank u <3

comfort prompts

“Hey!” Jason barked out, sharp and loud, the noise piercing Kyle’s poor ears. “We’re not done here.” A strong grip caught his shoulder and pushed him down. Dry grass tickled the back of his neck where old sweat gathered. It itched.

“You’re a moron,” Jason mumbled as he kept on tugging his shirt off.

“I’m fine.” Kyle closed his eyes on a particularly rough tug, when his stomach threatened to empty itself lest he stopped the sky from spinning above him. “It’s nothing.”

“You’re running a fever.” Kyle heaved a relieved sigh when his sleeve finally came off, when the rocking motion stopped. Jason tucked it out of the way and laid his arm flat, the one where a bad cut got infected. He’s not an idiot, he saw the sign, felt it getting worse day by day. Not like there was much he could do here.

“So what,” Kyle tilted his head to the side to look at Jason. He was glaring at his arm, eyebrows tucked and fingers pressed tight in the crook of his elbow, keeping him still. There’d be bruises, Kyle would bet on it. Jason looked up for a second, leveled Kyle with another one of his glares, the one signaling just how much of an idiot he thought others were.

“Fuck off.” Kyle tried to pull away, but between the fever, the pain pulsating throughout his shoulder and chest and the week of travel – was it a week? He can’t remember their last stop – a corpse had more chance of moving.

All he did was twist his arm and tear the wound open. He felt the skin rip as a fresh wave of pain shot up his arm and neck and a shout tore its way out of his throat. He fell back on the ground with spots dancing in his eyes and stomach heaving, bile at the back of his teeth. It took him several breaths to calm down, to get a grip on the pain and rein it in.

When he managed to open his eyes, he was alone. Jason had left him, no sight of him or his horse, and between the blood beating his ears and the cold shivers racking his frame, it was hard to ignore the anger at that realization. Figured that Jason would leave him here to die and continue on his own. Had been waiting for an excuse to do so.

“Bastard…” Kyle hissed through his teeth. Just a minute until his heart settled, until his legs felt steady enough to get on his feet and then he’ll get up. He’ll get to his horse and keep on riding. Just – Just a minute. Just to gather his strength.

A boot collided with his knee, hard enough to rock his head from side to side, and Kyle startled awake, the pain, the fever, the fear – it all flooded his mind in seconds. How long had it been? He had to go, to get up, get away from whoever found him and-

“Come on now,” Jason’s voice sneered, and sure enough Jason himself was dropping to his knees by his side, a pouch settled more gently by his hip. “Stay awake.”

“You stay awake,” Kyle snarled, regretted it when the clench of his teeth worsened the pulsing pain in his head.

“How could you let it get this bad,” Jason ticked his tongue and reached into the pouch, pulling out bundles of herbs. Kyle tried to watch his hands but black spots filled his vision and he had no choice but to lay his head back on the ground.

“Fuck you,” Kyle managed to get out, clenched his fists tight. “First time I ride through this valley.” He muttered, refused to openly admit his lack of knowledge of the land here, of the plants that looked so foreign to the ones growing in his home near the ocean, or the ones he learned about up in New York with the Lanterns. Better to roll the dice with an infection than poison himself.

“Could have asked,” Jason’s tone was carefully even, no bite or sneer. “If you weren’t too proud to ask me.”

“You came back,” Kyle realized. Repeated himself when only silence answered him, gripped Jason’s shirt with shaky fingers, held on the fabric when Jason tried to pull his wrist down. “You came back.”

“And I can leave again, Rayner.” Jason curled his lips over his teeth, but the snarl didn’t reach his eyes. There was something in there Kyle struggled to identify. Time froze between them, their eyes locked as Kyle tried to name the shadow that fell over his features. Jason blinked first and the shadow was gone in an instant, as though it never was. He pulled his hand away with a firm grasp and brought the paste he worked in a cup closer.

Kyle hastily tucked his shirt’s lapel between his teeth to bite on as Jason worked on the cut, quick hands cleaning it thoroughly and applying the salve in a thick layer. The sudden fear he felt when confronted with the idea of Jason leaving him behind, he was starting to wonder if he alone felt it or if Jason shared some form of it as well.

[scattered-winter]

tagged by @enchantingruinscandy hehe ty arlo :]<3

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tagging @dauntingday @xandromedan @soleadita @moonlightperseus @frigidboy @sunliv @hangingoffence @/anyone else I'm missing/wants to <33

[perenians]

@hangingoffence this u?

[fantajoseph]

Thinking about how main universe Kyle is always haunted by images of worlds where he's dissected and turned into a weapon, be it the Qwardians, Desaad, or the Manhunters doing it to him, and then putting that next to that sort of experimentation actually happening to Kyle in me and @hangingoffence's GL!Alex universe, and wondering if Alex is similarly haunted by cramped and dark spaces, lonely corners, and sudden chills.

Fucked up Kyles below the cut <3

[qvashti52]

#LifeElevated #Utah #DeadHorsePoint #theledge #hangingoff #hangingout

[keemzus-sama]

emergency personnel great field to have racists in....in 2007 i had an accident at home and i spilled a deep fryer of grease on my left arm....most of my left arm is burned 2 degrees deep....my next door neighbor at the time (a buffalo police officer) was pulling in her driveway as i stumbled out of my house faced burned completely black and skin hangingoff my arm from my shoulder to my wrist...her and her 4 CHILDREN exited their vehicle...looked at me....and went right in their house...not a word. i was in the hospital for 2 weeks

[scorchedhearth]

your jason's view of his own body essay made me think of how he would react to someone (most possibly kyle) expressing lust for his body. due to being killed so young he would prob never have experienced that in his teens and definitely not after he came back. even though he does know he looks good and he knows how to use it, like you said, i wonder how'd he view it when somebody would express such a strong reaction to it just exisiting

i think jason is able to deal well with feelings of lust/desire when he is in control, say when he’s trying to manipulate someone or throwing taunts in a fight, but he would lose his footing in a genuine situation, or as genuine as u can get when jason is involved. if someone were to express sincere desire toward him just existing as u put it, that would throw him off, not confuse him because he’s aware of how he looks but since he didn’t start the interaction or engage in behavior that would justify such reaction he would feel unsettled and default back to this disconnect between his body and his self as a mean to regain control, viewing the body as a separate entity that allows him to not take the attraction as personal and deal with it with a more rational or cold headed attitude

but if it’s in a setting where he can’t get that mindset or have control, it would definitely make him uneasy, mostly because it would force him to recon that his body is a reflection of his self and they affect one another. he would deflect and try to stir the interaction into safer water, topics he can feel in control. that would show for the person facing him as a stand-offish attitude, appearing distant, bored or uncaring about the desire expressed or his own desire without hinting at the inner conflict going on for jason, maybe even arrogant or haughty if it’s a more antagonistic situation like with kyle, his attitude being read as full of contempt for the other person instead of unease at the situation

this is especially interesting if, like me, u view him on the ace spectrum. i think his lack of general experience with other people in regular contexts (ie not training or fighting) but specifically romantic/sexual experiences doesn’t make it easy for him to understand that aspect of himself. he’s so distanced from what normal interaction between people should be that it’s hard for him to clue into the fact that he doesn’t relate to desire like others do, beyond the first barrier of his messed up relationship with his body that doesn’t help either

[scorchedhearth]

omg! jaykyle with 16 OR kylealex with 13!!!<3333

of course <3 what's the kylealex nation without heavy symbolism around the kitchen, am i right?

things you said prompt

13. things you said at the kitchen table

“What are you doing up?” Kyle stifled a yawn and hit the switch in the kitchen, revealing Alex sitting at the table, a pensive look on her face. He moves to pick a glass from the counter and fill it with water, leans on the counter to look at her. “Alex?”

“I’ve been thinking.” She sighed, but it didn’t sound happy. Kyle frowned. “I want to move with you to New York.” His stomach dropped at the gravity she used in her voice.

“What?” He choked out, water forgotten, left by his hips.

“I want to move to New York with you, like we talked, but I can’t,” she looked up from her hands, stilled the fingers picking at her nail. “You’re not reliable, I cannot count on you when you don’t remember basic tasks and treat life like a game. Like nothing matters.”

“Alex-”

“I have plans. Serious plans.” Ouch, that stung. “I cannot stay with someone who will be in the way of those plans.”

“Alex, come on.” He sat in front of her, took her hands in his, squeezed when she didn’t pull away. “You know it’s not like that. I can support you, however you need.”

“You’re great, you’re fun, and you’re nice.” She looked away for a second, teeth teasing her lower lip. His heart sank lower. “But you never commit, you don’t plan for the future, you go with the flow. And that’s fun when you’re in college, when you’re young, but this is real life, Kyle.” She squeezed his hands.

“Alex…”

“This is the fourth time we break up, the fourth time we get back together. And nothing has changed.”

“I can change. For you.”

“Kyle…” She glared at him, and he bristled.

“What do you want from me then?”

“Nothing. We’re not what we need from each other. I love you Kyle, but this will not work in the long run.” She sounded so composed, so sure, but Kyle knew her. He knew the short breath she took and the shine in her eyes, saw it when she tried to hide her sadness, hated that she hid it with him of all people.

“It can.” He stated, daring her to disagree.

“It won’t.”

“It will!” He pulled her hands closer, leaned over the kitchen table. “Alex, please. You know I love you.” She studied him, and he kept quiet as her gaze brushed over his face.

“I know.” She sighed. “I know, Kyle.” Shook her head, drew a breath in. “That’s why we have to stop while we still have that, before we start hating each other.”

“You’re all that I need, Alex.” His voice sounded so small but he couldn’t care less, it felt like his life was escaping him in the middle of her kitchen.

“I’m going back to bed,” she murmured, slipped out of his grasp and walked out of the room. He watched her stop at the threshold, look over her shoulder and disappear into the shadows without a word.

[scorchedhearth]

true or false game: you carry a small pocket knife wherever you go

i do yeah, the handle is made out of walnut wood and it's gorgeous

send an assumption

[scorchedhearth]

trick or treat!!!<33333

i have a treat for u right here

Kyle ran a hand down his arm, followed the line of stiff muscle down to his wrist, over the fingers still locked around the gun. Kyle lingered there, where exposed skin sent shivers up his hand, cold and still. He wrapped his hand around the wrist, felt the broken bones shift beneath his grasp, imagined the pain he must have felt shooting with a hand in this state and shivered. He couldn't help it when he brought the hand to his lips, kissed the bruised knuckles and swiped his tongue over the dried blood, hummed when his spit warmed it and dragged it against his tongue, licked his lips at the taste of metal, craved for more. Jason laid still in the pool of blood, cracked skull and veiled eyes staring beyond him, a picture Kyle found painfully attractive. He went for more, dragged his teeth over the stiff flesh with a hungry moan.

[scorchedhearth]

OO!!! another one!!! your favouret card suit is spades

alright, how did u guess that one? i do love how pointy they are!

send an assumption

[scorchedhearth]

ok ok ok MORE!!!! i wanna know how nora reacts to trent's pyromania or if she knows at all or is there like a specific dynamic between them and fire???

nora has her own set of neuroses that parallel some of trent's struggles, so fire isn't a link between each other, that is trent's alone, but she does know about it, and has known for the longest out of his circle

trent's parents knew he liked fire a lot but didn't think much of it, taking it for a kid's curiosity with something intriguing. nora however found out first that there was something more behind it when she surprised him kneeling behind a block burning a pile of newspaper a week after one of his siblings was gravely injured and in the hospital. he didn't cry, scream, laugh or yell, he stayed stoic the entire time, just tense, only relaxing as he sat still a a rock, watching the fire like a lifeline. nora didn't think much of it at the time, they were only around twelve, and after all, she did strange rituals to calm herself down too so what's the matter to her?

because nora struggles with control issues and addiction for a long time but only learns in her thirties that she has ocd, and that trent's rituals with fire stem from the same place as her obsessive checking and unintentional self-medication with alcohol. so at the time she only sat and watched with him, and as time went on they both supported and encouraged each other in their issues. nora quickly understood that she stood out on the sole virtue of being the child of immigrants, and internalized fast that she had to work harder to be accepted in the ranks or achieve anything, and hid anything that made her different, including her compulsions. her parents noticed some of her struggles but were at lost of what to do to help or of time to do so, busy working and trying to make end meet, and her younger sister relied on her too much to show any kind of weakness. trent was one of the few that didn't judge her harshly, that understood some of the family expectation she had on her shoulder, and they quickly learned to keep secrets for each other. nora would hide trent's burned clothes in her room or cover for him when he needed alibies, and trent snuck her bottles of alcohol in their teens or sat with her when she panicked

that's the thread of their early friendship, that they needed each other, but didn't help each other. it was necessary survival, in the sense that they wouldn't have made it out without their support, but their relationship did cause long-lasting damages that ultimately led to an ugly breakup, trent's issues with talking and sharing his mind and nora's need to be in control coming to a confrontation. when they find each other again in their late thirties, they both find someone they don't know and the ghost of the person they used to know, trent knowing which brand of cigarettes she'd go for, nora knowing which pockets would hold the same lighter he had in school

[scorchedhearth]

augh ok heyy i have another oc question but this time about the old warrior lady<3<3

so you said she's seeking revange for her brothers death and i sanna know if you have thought about if she will succeed? or will she die in the process or something else?

also i wanna know about the old flame she had and their relation to her and her brother<3<3 MWUAH

thank u rye <333

the way i envisioned her story, the revenge and old flamme are linked :] it's a classic lady and the knight dynamic where she swore fidelity and protection to a lady who in turn shielded her in society and out of war, gave her money, titles and lands, weapons and means in return for her services to her cause and to serve her interests both in the city and on the fields of conflicts, the knight more focused on the art of war and practical realities, unfortunately for her leaving the politics to the lady. in the end, it's what comes to doom her, in order to secure new political and trading ties the lady had to get rid of the knight and her brother in any way she could

they met while they were still young, barely adults, and the knight immediately felt drawn to the lady, and the vows of fealty quickly took a meaning close to marriage for the both of them. and it wasn't one-sided, or a case of manipulation, the lady genuinely felt love, affection and desire for the knight, took pride in paying her well and seeing her ride under her name and protection, in coming back to her over and over, they enjoyed each other as well as their position in the war and political chess board, both thriving in their roles. it's just that as time went on, political pressure on her, from her family, various conflicts, and struggles on her lands took a toll and she grew paranoid and desperate to save her hold and power, seeing the failure of protecting her lands as too grave to even accept as possible, needing to uphold what was needed of her at any cost. so she betrayed the knight, sent their company to be massacred in some political play, leading them to be captured by an enemy. the lady knew of it, and gave orders for them to be executed, to clean up the whole mess and not leave any witness, protecting her lands and what she achieved, to protect herself from seeing the results of her choice. it was a case of forgetting personal wishes for the greater good, which broke her in some ways, and she changed.

except the knight made it out with her teeth bloody and hands drenched, and was torn between her vows of fidelity and her rigid sense of honor and the gaping wound the betrayal left in her, as well as her brother's death by her very own hands. because at first she had no idea, but soon learns who commanded the interrogation and murdered of her troops, and she became disillusioned then, her entire understanding of the world shaken upside down. she kept her rigid view of the world, separating the worthy from the weak, but bent it to her needs. she forsakes her knightly vows and titles, turned into a mercenary applying her skills to make a living any way she can but still couldn't shake her code of honor, in some fucked up way. it helped with the cognitive dissonance, to tell herself she was still serving a higher purpose when she was simply a gun for hire.

her vows of fidelity and revenge for her brother are in direct conflict, both linked to the same person, and when she meets the lady again she can't raise her blade against her. they're both haunted by each other, the knight stuck unable to answer to either vows made on her honor, the lady knowing she caused the creation of this ghost of the woman she loved, who can't bring herself to order her execution or ask her to come back.

but to be honest, i was too busy picturing her riding like a lonesome warrior on wasteland all smooth and cool to think about how she'll end yet </3 i just know she's haunted, and comes off as incredibly cold and harsh to ppl who meet her, discrediting anyone until they prove themselves worthy of trust and respect, but still protecting and fighting for others, this weird chasm between her old believes and the reality of her life. she refuses to grow attached to anyone, both from the trauma of loosing her brother, the person she was the closest to, and from the betrayal of the lady, the one she loved the most. she's a walking gaping maw of sorrow and anger

[scorchedhearth]

ok now for something more serious: would you ever write lantern alex? (anything with doing kyles death or relationship with donna/jennie or her with jason in the countdown) <33

i think i would yeah! it's something that's really interesting to explore, both because it gives alex a story (full stop, which is sad ngl) and allows to explore the consequences and all the way that one difference impacts the world around. also i need alex and donna to talk about camera specs and treat it like foreplay and be extremely weird about it. it's vital to me.

would u ever write...

[scorchedhearth]

ok have you ever been in a fist/street fight? like an actual fight not like a silly sibling fight.

yes

yes/no asks