Update
Update
if anyone followed musicallover86, that account was my spare but the email got wonky and I had to delete the account so I’m reposting all of my old stuff here!
So I’ll start off with my first ones
Bumps In the Night
Just to clarify, I didn’t make this au. The idea came from the amazing #anteonix and I just made a fic based off their idea.
Please check out their page, it’s really great.
Patton was terrified of the dark. Every average 8 year-old is scared of the dark, but Patton was deathly afraid of it. It didn’t help that he knew that there was a giant shadow monster under his bed. He found out when his night light fizzed out and he was already pretty scared, but then everything got even worse than he thought it could. A giant hand, no claw was creeping out from the bottom of his bed. Patton screamed and brought his mother running into his room, turning on the lights. He ran to her and spent the rest of the night in her room. The next day, his mother had gotten him a new blue, heart-shaped night light while he’s at school and spend the afternoon baking cookies together. Now Patton was ready to bribe, make friends with the scary monster under his bed.
Virgil was dying inside. He couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been. He never meant to scare Patton, he was trying to comfort him when his night light died. But Virgil conveniently forgot that trying to stroke the poor kid’s head with his giant shadow claw would do more harm than good. Now he had probably traumatized the poor kid for life.
Armed with half of the cookies he and his mother made earlier in the day, Patton solemnly trudged up the stairs to his bedroom. It was painted a light blue from wall to ceiling, with drawings and photos of family and friends hung on every wall. He had a small shelf full of Disney books and movies, perfect for when his friends Logan and Roman came over. And then there was his bed. It had sky blue, white polka-dotted covers and fluffy white pillows, making it resemble blue and white marshmallow. But if you looked closely, there was a dark spot under the bed. Not just your typical darkened area underneath the bed, this one seemed alive. Once, Patton could have sworn he saw eight purple eyes open up when he turned off the light in his room. He stepped into his room and turned off the lights, but he was careful to leave his door open so that some light still shone in from the hallway. He shuddered apprehensively as he bent down and pushed the plate of cookies he had been carrying earlier towards the small crevice under his bed. “Um, hello Mr. or Ms. Monster under my bed,” he began awkwardly. “I know that not everything that looks scary is actually bad, so I wanted try and be friends.” The words could have been more elegantly put, he could have asked Logan at school but he ended up forgetting due to worrying about getting eaten alive if the cookies didn’t work. But it wasn’t bad, he felt confident that he had made his point and could only hope that the peace offering, gift would be accepted.
What the heck? Virgil thought as a plate the size of a small country was pushed slowly to the space under Patton’s bed where he spent most of his time. The appeared to be chocolate chip and smelled heavenly. “Um, hello Mr. or Ms. Monster under my bed,” came a small voice. Virgil instantly perked up, that was Patton’s voice but what was this kid doing? “I know that not everything that looks scary is actually bad, so I wanted try and be friends.” Oh, thought Virgil as he looked at the plate again. This was a peace offering from Patton. This is new, Virgil thought to himself as he slowly materialized a limb to bring the plate closer to him. He made sure that it wasn’t huge or terrifying, and the light from the open door helped him form a smaller appendage with much more ease than forming one in complete darkness. He dragged the plate under the bed and ate a cookie in one crunch. Man, this is the best house I’ve lived in, he thought to himself. The cookies tasted even better than they smelled and would probably appease any monster. Virgil made sure to chewed loudly so that Patton could hear him and hopefully interpret this as friendship/peace offering accepted. Virgil finished the plate in about 3 minutes at most and slowly pushed the plate back to the small child.
It had to have been at least 3 minutes when the plate came back empty. Patton had heard loud chewing and crunching from under the bed, so he hoped that that meant his gift was accepted. He let out a mental sigh of relief and picked up the plate. “Glad you liked them,” he said, a little more chipper than he felt before. “Since we had never been properly introduced, my name’s Patton. What’s yours?”
Virgil almost choked on his last bit of cookie. Patton was asking for his name. The thought of it would have put him in hysterics a few minutes ago, but now he was utterly speechless. He hoped his voice didn’t sound to raw as he mumbled, “Virgil. My name is, Virgil.” “Nice to meet you, Virgil” Patton replied. “I guess this means we’re friends now!” The words almost made Virgil laugh. Either this kid was being sincere or he was secretly some sorcerer trying to kill him. The latter seemed impossible since Patton didn’t even know about his existence until know and Virgil hadn’t witnessed any secret spell casting or books of magic. “I guess we are then,” he said at last.
“I guess we are then.“ Patton had never felt so overjoyed. The monster under his bed, Virgil, didn’t want to eat him and now they were friends. He surprised when Virgil actually responded because he had thought maybe he couldn’t speak and need a pen and paper. But hearing the faint and slightly rough voice proved that that wouldn’t be necessary. Now, Patton jumped on to his bed and proceeded to ask Virgil all sorts of questions. Where was he from? How long had he been living under Patton’s bed? Were there other monsters like him? Virgil seemed to be surprised at his sudden talkativeness but mostly answered his questions into the night.
More Posts from Clockworkpog and Others
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Deep Dive
The piano washes over me like a tidal wave
Pulling my small form, deep into the unending ocean
Swirling in a steady, yet rising and powerful current
Sinking out of reality
Lost in the thurm of the violin
Lost in the waves of the piano
Lost in the constant, vibrating hum of the vocals
Tapping out that intoxicating rhythm
As if I'm melding into the pianist's soul
Banging the keys
Smashing out random letters
Over and over
Over and over
Time being inconsequential
Falling deeper into the abyss
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Gone. . . .
Maybe this will work for college
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
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Cloudy Day
The piano washes over me like a tidal wave
Pulling my small form, deep into the unending ocean
Swirling in a steady, yet rising and powerful current
Sinking out of reality
Lost in the thurm of the violin
Lost in the waves of the piano
Lost in the constant, vibrating hum of the vocals
Tapping out that intoxicating rhythm
As if I'm melding into the pianist's soul
Banging the keys
Smashing out random letters
Over and over
Over and over
Time being inconsequential
Falling deeper into the abyss
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Gone. . . .
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Food:
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Water (*urgent and crucial!)
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Share & amplify Palestinian fundraisers in your irl & online circles
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Boycott
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Contact your reps
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Voices
How do you bring something written to life.
So everyone can see.
Not in your mind but for everyone's soul.
Every heart
Every life
Flying through stardust
Falling into darkness
How do you make them feel it
See it
Hear it
Smell it
Taste it
I'll laugh and say, "Why don't you see?
Your voice is what set my words free."
An Ode To My Womb
I could never love you like a mother should
I can’t pour out all the love I can into you
You scream and kick and twist me into knots
I can’t love like that, so devoted and unyielding
I am selfish and distant, I need time for myself
Not the constant love a child needs, unabashed and overflowing
I know I want to love others the way I was never loved
I don’t shudder at the name of “mother” like I claim to
I want to be split upon an altar, to sacrifice my soul
But I know I’d tremble as the blade rises
That it’d cleave the edges of a hole
A hole so deep, a hole so wide, that filling it is impossible
An abyss cannot love a child
A hole cannot fill a hole
And so I cleave you from me
So some other bitch can love the terrible burden you contain
And I’ll stick to loving grown up things
Who become children with my claim
Welcome to one of my sporadic posts based on prompts I saw on the internet. Hope you enjoy!
Today’s prompt: this one immortal decides to be in at least on painting, newspaper photo, or picture every few decades. The rest of the immortal community is not amused - prompt from https://pin.it/2cml81A
You click on the random spam text your friend sent you. It’s a YouTube link to what looks like another inter conspiracy theorist. Your screen goes dark then lights up, presenting a young person, short pixie cut hair dyed a deep aquamarine blue. They started, “It is a fact of life that everything changes. Nothing remains the same, art, food, social norms, the economy. But over the centuries there has been one reoccurring face in at least one painting, photograph, or newspaper.” A series of photos flash across the screen, newspaper clippings from the 1820’s, Renaissance paintings from long dead artists, and photos from certain movies all focused on one small figure in the background. ”Join me as we journey into the theories surrounding this mysterious figure about who they are, what they want, and most importantly why they’re here-“ You stop the video immediately in irritation. Of course your ex has an entire conspiracy fan base surrounding her. The immortal community makes break ups more complicated than necessary.
Like promised the addition to a discussed mafia AU.
Dinluke version of Pacho's dance in narcos it's just so good. 👌
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A No Idea Day
Ok, so this is probably won't be continued and will be small fic that I wrote on a whim. Hope y'all enjoy and if you want me to do more, tell me in the comments
It was late afternoon and the world seemed to be slipping past her. Every second was speeding by, while she sat in her chair in front of her small laptop, trying to write.
"If I leave my grin behind, remind me
we're mad here, and it's ok. . . ."
Cheshire Kitten (We're All Mad Here) had been continuously repeating through her headphones for the past 2 hours, mainly because she thought it would help her think. Her hunch had obviously been unsuccessful. She was supposed to be writing a story for a competition, but when she finally had the time to actually sit down and write, she lost all of her ideas. The ideas, she had been brimming with for weeks, all drained from her skull the minute she opened up a document. How pathetic was that.
She had finished all of her work for the week, all her chores were done, and she had some brain food in front of her in hopes that it would give her brain a much needed boost. She was playing a new Spotify playlist, finding the perfect song to get lost in and she momentarily had flash of an idea. And for 7 glorious minutes, she wrote something. It seemed to be greatest work as she feverishly typed, but she noticed she had lost her train of thought the minute she thought that. As she went over the document, she saw plot holes and inconsistencies throughout her storyline. Crap, she muttered to herself. In moment of pure anger, she hit control A and deleted everything.
She finally gave up around 7pm. She made herself dinner, scrolled through her social media and binged a few games on her phone, and watched a couple hours of Netflix. I have 2 more weeks till the deadline, she thought as she headed to bed after finishing the 2nd season of Hilda. Hey, it may have been a kid's show but it was entertaining and the graphics were awesome. She face planted into her soft mattress and started to drift off when inspiration struck her.
