GOOD MORNING !!! Going To Tidy Up And Finish Organizing My House Then Get On My Blogs To Get Things Going

making a new oc cause why wouldn’t I ?

Send me hc + a word of your choosing and I’ll write a headcanon relating to that word!

Or send hc + two words and I’ll try and come up with one that links those two things together!

ADRIA ARJONA getting ready for the LOS FRIKIS premiere at the Miami Film Festival on April 6th, 2024

29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real." @bruz3r

she  breathes  in  dust,  knees  coated  in  bloody  sand.  gunfire  cracks  the  sky  open  with  fury,  heart  slamming  against  her  ribs  like  it  was  trying  to  escape.  the  heat  was  suffocating;  smoke,  cordite,  and  burnt  flesh  filled  her  nostrils,  coated  her  tongue  until  she  gagged.  hands  everywhere  all  at  once,  fumbling  for  the  medpack,  pressing  down  on  the  shredded  mess  of  a  man’s  open  chest,  shouting  over  the  gunfire.  stay  with  me,  godamnit  —  desperate  plea  to  gods  that  never  listen.  her  voice  cracked  from  the  particles  of  caught  debris  and  screaming  for  too  long.

he  was  younger  than  he  should’ve  been.  barely  twenty.  his  mouth  moved  like  he  was  trying  to  say  something,  but  only  blood  bubbled  out,  fear  wide  in  the  glow  of  youthful  green  eyes.  there  wasn’t  enough  gauze  in  the  world  to  hold  him  together.  didn’t  matter.  she  kept  working.  kept  fighting.  because  if  she  stopped,  it  was  real.  there's a  distant  echo,  a  hollow  sound  overhead  but  she  didn’t  hear  it.  didn’t  hear  anything  except  the  ringing  in  her  ears,  the  desperate  rush  of  her  hands  trying  to  clamp  a  mortal  wound  closed.  trying  to  will  a  shattered  body  back  to  life.  her  hands  slipped  and  his  body  jolted  once  and  then  went  still.  —  no.  no  no  no  breathe  for  me,  breathe  kid,  common!  she  beat  on  his  chest,  hands  trembling,  blind  with  panic  as  the  shadow  of  death  mocks  her  from  the  corner  of  the  battlefield.

she  hears  it  again.

distant  sound  gaining  rhythm  between  ichor  and  carnage.  someone  grabbed  her  wrists,  firm  but  not  cruel.  honey  eyes  wild  and  far  from  the  present,  her  head  snaps  like  the  coil  of  a  venomous  snake.  gloria's  mouth  twists  into  a  broken  scream  from  the  depths  of  something  animalistic  inside  her  bones. 

it's  okay,  it's  not  real...it's  okay,  it's  not  real.  but  it  had  been.

she  pushed.  reared  back  and  slithered  from  the  most  gentle  grasp.  adrenaline  still  flooding  her  veins,  muscles  seized  up,  heart  hammering.  it  took  her  longer  than  she  wanted  to  realize  she  wasn’t  wearing  flak.  no  helmet.  no  rifle.  no  medkit.  just  sweat-soaked  skin  and  the  terrible  ache  of  coming  back  to  herself.  back  pressed  against  the  wall,  staring  at  the  doorframe  as  though  the  front  would  materialize  in  front  of  her.  ❛ did  i  hurt  you?  ❜  frantic,  feral  beat  of  war,  placing  a  whole  field  between  them  with  her  palms  up.  ❛ i  don't  want  to  hurt  you.  ❜

held  under  her  tongue,  kept  between  her  TEETH.  ❛  truth  is  in  us  all,  cradle  to  the  grave.  we're  just  animals  still  learning  to  behave.  ❜  what  difference  did  the  scrubs  make?  they're  made  of  the  same  material  she  wore  like  second  skin  for  so  long.

lyrical sc// @bl4ckdevl

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜ / frank ! @weaponid

gloria  doesn't  ask  if  he  means  it.  she  watches  him  like  she’s  trying  to  see  past  the  skin  and  into  the  marrow  where  all  that  rage  lives  coiled  and  choking.  watches  him  like  the  cornered  fox  minds  the  rabid  hound.  she  knows  he  means  it;  pain  has  always  been  an  open  door  between  them.  her  hand  twitches  at  her  side,  she  swallows  down  barbed  wire  and  the  fucked  intimacy  of  it  all.  she  moves  fast,  sharp,  her  fist  colliding  with  his  face  in  a  clean,  brutal  arc.  there’s  no  hesitation  behind  it,  no  apology.  honesty  ruptures  and  lands  with  a  crack  that  echoes  louder  than  it  should.  his  head  jerks  to  the  side,  and  for  a  second,  everything  holds.  suspended  and  sacred.

she's  caught  on  every  hitch  in  her  unsteady  cadence  of  breath.  something  so  much  deeper  than  transactional  sadomasochism  and  ire,  because  it's  never  been  that  simple  for  them.  his  skin  is  hot  beneath  her  palm  when  she  grabs  his  jaw,  dragging  his  face  back  to  hers.  her  thumb  presses  along  the  red  blotch  on  his  cheek,  rough  and  reverent.  ❛  that  hard  enough,  frank?  did  that  knock  some  sense  into  your  fucking  head  yet?  ❜  its  a  clawed  grip  behind  his  neck,  the  other  hand  gripping  the  collar  and  yanking  him  closer,  foreheads  pressed  so  hard  it  hurts.  her  voice  breaks  against  his  mouth.  ❛  you're  broken,  i  know,  and  so  am  i.  i  don't  care  how  many  fucked  up  pieces  of  you  are  left  cause  i'm  going  to  keep  coming  back  until  there's  nothing  to  come  back  to.  ❜

night shift makes sense for her because she's a night owl to begin with. night terrors are relentless even with meds, even with therapy ( clearly night terrors can't get you in the day time soooo ). her body, her brain and internal clock were re-wired in the military; she can survive off minuscule amounts of sleep and still be high-functioning. that never leaves her, but that doesn't mean she isn't perpetually exhausted. it makes her ability to pull working doubles very frequently seem superhuman.

🌶️ SC // @pittmade

weight  of  the  day  collapsing  on  her.  days,  really,  the  last  twenty-four  hours  lay  over  her  as  a  shroud,  a  haunting  in  the  shape  of  a  double  shift.  the  door  closes,  and  she  leans  against  it,  sharp  inhale,  and  the  ghost  of  someone’s  last  breath  is  still  stuck  in  her  throat.  the  scent  of  divinity  lingers  in  the  air  from  his  cooking,  the  sterile  horrors  fade  with  the  warmth  of  home.  by  all  accounts,  she  should  eat,  she  should  sleep,  she  should  tuck  this  grief  against  the  cage  of  her  chest  for  another  time.  it's  not  enough,  it's  not  the  kind  of  sustenance  she  needs  to  survive  right  now.  she  needs  more,  she  needs  real,  she  needs  him.  gloria  sought  out  jack  like  a  sinner  pines  for  redemption.

she  didn't  say  anything,  didn't  have  the  words.  she  just  reached  —  hands  fisting  into  his  shirt,  dragging  him  down  to  her.  she  kissed  him  like  she  wanted  to  tear  the  breath  out  of  him,  like  regular  oxygen  wasn't  enough  to  keep  her  lungs  satiated.  fingertips  gliding  through  silver  speckled  curls,  gentle  urgency  that  builds  within  her,  begging  for  reprieve.  between  their  lips,  she  breaks  with  a  sundering  force  and  jagged  breath.❛  i  don't  want  to  think.  ❜  forehead  falling  against  his  as  she  clung  to  him  like  he  was  the  only  reason  she  could  face  it  all  again.  ❛ just  need  you  inside  me.  ❜

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language,  threats and implied violence.

to each other:

❝  you’re mine. only mine.  ❞

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

❝  mine.  ❞

❝  yours.  ❞

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

❝  you belong to me.  ❞

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me.  you’re it.  you’re all i want.  ❞

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞

❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

❝  i don’t like the way they keep staring at you.   ❞

❝  i don’t like how they keep staring at me.   ❞

❝  are they making you uncomfortable?  i can do something about it.  ❞

❝  no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.  ❞

❝  stop—  it’s okay.  they’re not worth your anger.  just kiss me.  ❞

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

❝  well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it.  ❞

❝  show everyone who i belong to.  ❞

❝  i’m gonna remind them you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that i’m yours.  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

❝  you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention.  ❞

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞

❝  i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

to a third party:

❝  get the fuck away from them!  ❞

❝  look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything.  ❞

❝  don’t you dare touch them.  ❞

❝  yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away.  ❞

❝  you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now.  ❞

❝  you heard them,  get lost.  ❞

❝  lucky for you,  i don’t wanna ruin their night.  but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞

❝  hey,  they said ‘no.’  ❞

❝  hey asshole,  shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up.  ❞

❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞

❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞

❝  get lost.  ❞

❝  go.  ❞

❝  leave.  before my patience runs out.  ❞

❝  get the fuck outta their face.  ❞

❝  hey,  that’s enough.  ❞

actions:

[ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

[ SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public. 

[ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party. 

[ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable. 

[ CHASE ]  for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness. 

[ TENSION ]  for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other. 

[ STOP ]  for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them. 

[ MEND ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them. 

[ CARESS ]  for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. 

[ REMIND ]  for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy. 

[ LINKED ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner.