#omniterror

[soulmissed]

@omniterror

august hefts his backpack – stocked with miscellaneous supplies – onto wire taut shoulders. beads of sweat freckle his brow. (could blame it on a healing-in-progress.) white bandages peek from under hoodie sleeves. restful glint within chestnut eyes.

“ i’m cool. peachy, even. ” inclusion of joke forks a childish grin outta him.

[trapton]

16.     cd collection.

A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

( cd collection )

THE WHO: if the who made it, he owns it. cassettes -- and when cd's came out in '82. he would buy the album on both, and had his mustang outfitted with a cassette / cd deck.

THE BEATLES: he's not the biggest beatles fan, however he does have / listen to a few of them. namely : revolver, abbey road, sgt. pepper's, and magical mystery tour. he also bought a single cassette of 'hard day's night'.

ABBA: he loves abba, and most other 70's / 80's abba albums are to be found in his collection -- voulez-vous, and arrival, for example.

FLEETWOOD MAC: mirage, rumours, tusk, tango in the night and more.

( HONOURABLE MENTIONS ) the kinks, led zeppelin, jefferson airplane, heart, black sabbath, genesis, aerosmith, pink floyd, queen, beach boys, the rolling stones, blue öyster cult, kiss, blondie, ratt,

take a closer look inside this characters life. @omniterror.

[prescottprivilege]

" i don't know. . . " even jessica has to weigh in. " your dad is pretty hot." she doesn't even know the guy she's talking to, only hearing a sensitive conversation from earlier she couldn't help but stick her nose in.

❝ that's it. everyone dies. ❞ — @omniterror

[homelander-rp-blog]

blows homelander a kiss and winks. / mary, bc she's a menace @omniterror

He recognizes the familiar face between the sea of the strangers, fans surrounding him and demanding for a sign or just a selfie, anything. Some of them just wanted to touch him but he sees her, the same girl that wanted to throw herself from the rooftop. What happened that night is vague but he still remembers little pieces of their conversations, of how he felt so close to her and not in an intimate way, more like a rare face of him that he tried to hide showed up and met her up there when it was just two of them and the stars in the night sky. She blows him a kiss and is gone in a blink. “excuse me.. yeah, me too… yeah um.. excuse me, let me through..” he tries to part the crowd to find a way toward her but hands are everywhere, hands stopping him from moving forward and reaching her. what was her name? did she even tell him her name? John didn’t want her to fade in the background like any other fans of his, it’s unknown for him of why he wants to talk to her but still.. maybe he just needs to hear her voice again to make sure he didn’t hallucinated such a girl that night on the rooftop. Maybe he just needed someone like her in his life especially at this hard time of fighting to gain a little bit of ‘humanity’ in himself when he was losing the ground to starlight and her little stupid gang of ‘star-fans’.

[zekeg33k]

@omniterror asked: take a good hard look . // JOHNNY SLAUGHTER.

For a moment, Johnny simply stared at her. That's what she wanted, wasn't it? The typical mischievous grin that often stayed on his features was only slightly muted, as he assessed what it was, exactly, that she was trying to do. Usually his game of cat and mouse was a lot faster than this- less toying, and more going right for it, but it seemed like Julie was all but built for the chase. Which, he had to admit was quite fun. "What am I looking at?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side.

[taleswritten]

@omniterror sent ( caress ) for the sender to caress the receiver’s cheek. / moraena & astarion

The touch is far more gentle than he is used to. A touch that he craves even if he refuses to admit it out loud. He tilts his head slightly, the action not unlike one of a cat nuzzling a hand when it is given pets.

An reaction that Astarion doesn't even realize he originally gives with the hitch of his breath before he forces himself to pull his face away from her touch.

Already, he misses it.

"What....on earth was that for?"

[justaprankhan]

@omniterror x Jessica

"Oh, hey Jess." There was a hint, just a tiny, microscopic hint of disappointment in her voice, because the flash of blonde hair had made her think of Sam, but no. Jessica. Great. Okay, so maybe the hint wasn't that tiny: she had never felt too comfortable around Jessica. She was Emily's best friend, after all, and the only reason Hannah ever spoke to Emily in the first place was that Beth did. Well, that and Mike was going out with her, so if Hannah wanted to invite Mike somewhere, the others had to be there too. She turned back to the mirror, checking what her hair would look like when pulled back - not great, she didn't like it - which was the sort of experiment she could afford now that they were having a bit of a girls-only evening. Still, without anyone there to keep them distracted, the least she could do was say something to avoid awkward silence, "So, were you and Emily thinking of coming to the lodge too?"

[murkyhazed]

@omniterror said: vera fixes travis' tie their hands brushing against their skin for just a moment.

               travis   is   someone   who   has   been   alone   his   entire   life.      outside   of   his   family,   he   had   no   connections   in   the   world.      he   had   acquaintances   at   best,   those   who   ran   the   moonlight   diner   next   to   the   harbinger   motel   and   the   regular   patrons.      other   than   that?      he   was   essentially   isolated,   which   was   part   of   the   reason   he   had   terrible   social   skills.      he   was   blunt,   he   never   really   smiled,   honestly   if   he   went   to   a   shrink   he   would   probably   be   diagnosed   as   depressed   and   antisocial.

               all   of   that   to   say   his   growing   connection   with   the   new   owner   of   the   motel   was   unfamiliar   territory,   and   he   didn’t   know   how   to   process   it.

               ❝   well…      it’s   gettin’   about   lunch   time.   ❞      his   throat   clears,   taking   a   step   back   from   her   because   he   doesn’t   know   how   to   react   to   the   fact   that   his   skin   tingles   where   her   fingers   brushed.      ❝   should   probably   grab   a   bite.      you   can   join   me   if   you   want.   ❞

[hoovedrcyalarch]

@omniterror liked for a dramatic starter .

there was a thought that goes in his brain. regulus fixed his long hair. " do you think aliens can be trusted?" he asked. the dark haired cervid prince just kept the subject vague. his hair was a mess, wet as he took a shower. he understood what a shower was. regulus just whined. " i meant most can be, from what i can tell."

[soulmissed]

@omniterror: “i’ve got you” / rochelle <3

send “i’ve got you”  to carry my injured and nearly unconscious muse, accepting

some-infected-thing had sent august spiraling into bloodied concrete. (the wind, knocked clear outta him. although he wants to run, his noodle limbs ain’t cooperating.) it feels like a mere second between chestnut eyes shutting and opening partway.

except it can’t possibly be. because he’s being carried. because someone saved him. in his foggy status, he could only just glimpse the woman’s blurred face. talking was difficult. like a dense brick upon his tongue. “ you look like an angel. ” the boy mumbles.

[fablesuntold]

Requested starter from Norman Jayden to Ethan Mars — For @omniterror ✨

How long was he going to run for? By now, with sirens blaring and neon blues flashing every direction he turned, Ethan must’ve known he wouldn’t get very far. But he was a desperate man, Norman knew that. A man desperate to save his son and prove his innocence.. no matter what. Despite what his colleagues may have believed, Ethan being the Origami Killer just didn’t make any sense to Norman. Something didn’t quite add up. None of the evidence he’d collected seemed sufficient enough to prove Ethan guilty. But attempting to point that out to a police force who were a little too eager to stamp ‘Case Closed’ on the infamous Origami Killer case once and for all, even if that meant blaming the most convenient person whether they were innocent or not — which unfortunately for Ethan, just so happened to be him right now — was like trying to prove the world was flat.

“Mister Mars, stop!” Panted out through the sound of the torrential downpour as he continued to give chase to the other male, Norman was relieved to turn a corner only to find a dead end.. which meant Ethan had nowhere left to run. “Take it easy. You have nowhere left to run, I just wanna talk.” Taking a hesitant step forward, Norman reached into his pocket to reveal the FBI badge he often kept concealed away. “I don’t believe you’re the Origami Killer, Ethan. Help me prove that.” Unlike the police? He wanted to ensure they put the right guy behind bars this time. He was willing to hear him out.

“My colleagues, on the other hand.. they’re ready to charge you and they’re not gonna think twice about doing so.” And if they did? Norman knew there was little he could do to persuade them otherwise. That was why this moment alone with Ethan was crucial. “You can trust me, Ethan. I’m gonna help you find your son before it’s too late.” Or lose his badge trying.

[dreadwxlf]

@omniterror sent: "Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed." / from brienne c:

~ " You are confident -- let us hope your determination does not wane in the coming battles. " Foolhardy bravery was better than meek cowardice, he supposed. Still, this Dalish quickling nor the others that lauded her knew anything about Corypheus and his intentions. Solas would need nudge them in the right direction, somehow... ~

~ " You have my assistance then -- however you may require it. " ~

[loyalpromise]

@omniterror liked for a starter !

          amusement  flashes  across  her  lips  as  she  regards  him,  amidst  bantering.

          " I'm  too  old  to  start  again… " it’s  a  half-truth.  while  being  in  your  thirties  is  far  from  old,  the  state  of  the  world  has  left  carley  feeling  older  than  her  years.  she  still  longs  for  a  high-rise  apartment,  warm  bath,  and  full-bodied  malbec.

she’s  pointedly  choosing  to  ignore  that  lee,  is  in  fact,  older  than  she  is.

[johnnysslaughter]

"you don't even know my name." -- @omniterror, julie.

the smile on his face doesn't falter -- it widens, grows from cheek - to - cheek. he puts on a FRONT, an ACT that hides all the gore & blood behind his back. unsuspecting, he makes himself play. like he has no idea, like he doesn't listen to the radio, like he doesn't have bodies on top of bodies piling up on his metaphoric hill. play it smart. this girl came lookin' for one of them, after all. he remembers from earlier, at the gas station. plans were already in place -- THEY HAD BEEN EXPECTED, SOMETIME OR ANOTHER.

❛ do i need to know y' name to know y' a pretty girl? caught my eye earlier, ❜ johnny asks, gaze hot & hazy, eyes that eye her up & down. he brings his beer up to take a drink from -- a beer after a long day in the texas heat & drayton's bitchin'. well earned, he'd say.

❛ didn't get to properly introduce myself earlier, baby, ❜ johnny begins, testing out the southern charm of a nickname, see how it tastes, see how she reacts. determines whether he should continue it. instead, he sets down his drink & reaches out to her, offering his hand for a handshake. ❛ it's johnny. my name, ❜ a pause before he continues. ❛ & a pretty baby like you? what's your name, huh, babydoll? ❜

[notthedyingtype]

@omniterror continued from here ❝   well  shit,  girl-   ❞    his  tone  remans  cool  as  a  cucumber,  head  vaguely  angles  towards  himself  with  the  tick  of  a  smile.  ❝   c'mere  'n  get  warmed  up  then. ❞    he  waits  for  her  to  climb  up  onto  his  lap,  bare  arms  wrapping  around  her  small  waist  to  pull  her  inward.  he's  no  stranger  to  what  this  was  going  to do,  or  have  the  potential  to  do  if  things  kept  heading  in  that  direction.  course  there  was  no  rhyme  or  reason  to  complain  with  a  cute  chick  like  her.  they'd  been  getting  a  bit  closer  these  days,  and  hell  if  he  was  gonna  just  let  something  good  for  him  pass  him  by.  not  anymore.  he  was  done  with  that shit. his  fingertip  linger,  skimming  against  the  sides  of  her  stomach.  he  wasn't  sure  what  else  to  do  or  say,  but  it  was  nice  just  having  her  here-  having  someone  at  his  side.

it didn't take much prompting from him for her to crawl into his lap, arms slipping around his neck with a warm smile curled across her lips. gentle fingers curling in the small hairs at the base of his skull when he pulls her in close, dipping her head forward slightly to nose along his jaw -- lips soon following in feather light touches. the time spent around jason was ideal - on her end- &&. she didn't quite want to risk ruining whatever relationship was beginning to bud between them, but she didn't care anymore. she couldn't hide that seeing him sparked some sort of desire inside of her -- &&. it was plain as day (in her eyes) that she held some sort of effect over him as well.

her body reacts on instinct with the feeling of skin to skin, a slight shiver curling over her frame, hoping to pass it off as nothing more than her settling further into his lap. there's another press of lips against his jaw, slowly trailing them back up towards his own.

[taleswritten]

@omniterror sent trace. for your muse to trace their hand along my muse’s ( skin / scars ). / evalyne @ jason

There are various scars across his body. No soldier ever comes back home unscathed, there's always a scar or two, possibly more. Most of Jason's scars are mental but there's a few upon his body.

A scar that stretches a few inches over his left rib, he'd gotten stabbed there at some point in his life. There's a scar from a bullet grazing him in the arm, tiny and barely there but if you look close enough, it's there.

A bullet wound scar on his chest, just shy of missing everything vital. He'd been one lucky son of a bitch that day. None of these had deterred him from serving his country.

The mental scars? Well, that's another story. He isn't so sure he wants to be out on a battlefield with the mindfuck his last tour was. Who knows how many more of those things are out there and where?

Evalyne's touch grounds him, brings him back from the dark thoughts that starts to swim in his head. He brings his hand up to brush his thumb across her cheek. "What do you think? Think the scars make me look sexy?"