Whether it be headcannons, theories, or fanfics, I am open for whatever you want me to write!
Fandoms I am into:
Nearly anything Disney
The Percy Jackson Universe
Shakespeare
Broadway/Musicals in general
Starkid
Stranger Things
Sanders Sides
JSE/Markiplier Egos
Buzzfeed Unsolved
Puppet History
Julie and the Phantoms
Escape the Night
Don't Feed The Muse
Pizza Time Pizza/Promos
Atop The 4th Wall
Smosh
I am in a lot of fandoms and some I am in deeper in than others, so odds are I forgot quite few. If you don't see what you want on the list message me and ask if I am interested. Depending on how long it is I might watch/read it in order to fulfill the request.
My main rules are that I will not do smut and I won't do ships involving characters that are children (under 13), real people (platonic stuff is fine though), incest, or anything nonconsenual.
Along with Writing I also do a lot of RP (all in the Hatchetfield/Starkid fandom and all on Tumblr) under the cut are some of my blogs so feel free to check those out!
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Unfinished Business - The Bumpy Road to Being You Chapter 2: You Oughta Know
Chapter 1
Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms
Word Count: 2,084
Summary: As the band continues to struggle to prepare for the semi-finals, Carrie is given a rude but long overdue awakening.
When Luke returned to the studio, Julie was sitting in one of the bean bags, writing in her notebook with a pensive look. The boy stood in the door for a moment, fighting the urge to bolt back out of it.
“...I’m sorry.”
Julie jumped slightly out of surprise. She quickly relaxed seeing the look on his face.
“It’s fine,” she said, not because it was, but because she wanted to get past it. “...I’ve never seen you get that angry before.”
“And I shouldn’t have been. Not at you at least. I just…those were my songs, Julie. He didn’t even give us credit or help our families or-”
“I know.” Julie stood, stopping Luke before he could go on another spiral. “I know, but staying mad at him like this…it’s just bringing you down.”
Luke sighed, wiping his face. “...can we try writing that new song again?”
Julie smiled. “Of course.”
Luke beamed, bounding over to the bean bag. “What do you have so far?”
“Not much, honestly. There’s a couple songs I’ve been working on, but none of them are ready yet.”
The two quickly get back into their familiar rhythm. Hours flew by in the span of minutes. It wasn’t until the garage door opened that either of them realized that the sun had set.
“Dinner’s ready,” Carlos called from the driveway.
“Oh…” Julie blinked, staring outside for a moment. “Thanks Carlos.”
She closed her notebook as she turned to Luke. “Maybe we can pick back up after?”
Luke nodded. “I’ll keep brainstorming.”
Julie smiled, following her brother back into the house.
“What are you two doing?”
“Trying to write our song for the semi-finals.”
“I thought you already did?”
Julie sighed. “It didn’t click.”
“Why can’t you use an old one?”
“Because they want to see something fresh, Carlos. Reusing a song is just asking to lose.”
“Ooooorrrrr you can send your ghost boyfriend to haunt them into letting you win.”
“Okay, first off, he’s not my boyfriend!” Julie scoffed, her face flushing. Off in the distance, a bush rustled. “And second off, that’s cheating.”
Carlos let out a dramatic sigh. But it’d be fuuuuuuun.”
“Tell that to the person being haunted.”
“If it’s Uncle Trevor, he probably deserves it.”
“Carlos!”
The bush stiffened. Carlos shrugged.
Julia huffed. “Come on. Dinner’s probably getting cold.”
As the two walked into the house, Luke peered up from his hiding place. The frustration at Bobby bubbled back up to the surface despite himself. Carlos was right, he would deserve it. Maybe if they got him a second time then-
Luke’s notebook appeared in his hands as he channeled that anger onto the page.
The next morning, on the other side of town, Flynn bopped her way down the street, jamming to the music in her headphones. She shuffled around people on the sidewalk with practiced ease. It was a sunny day, she didn’t have school, her best friend was feeling herself again, all was good in the-
“Watch where you’re going!” Flynn backpedaled at the whiny voice. Her whole body deflated when she saw who she nearly ran into.
She huffed. “Carrie.”
The blonde huffed in return, smoothing down her outfit. “Flynn. Observant as ever.”
“Oh whatever.” Flynn brushed past her, fully intending to just get on with her day.
“...Is Julie doing better?” The question escaped Carrie’s lips before she could really stop it.
Flynn whipped around. “Do you really have the gall to ask that?”
“She was my friend too, you know?”
“Keyword: Was. Before you went all primadonna and abandoned her.”
“She wasn’t the only one who was struggling, you know? She wasn’t the only one who was losing a-”
“If you even dare to compare your dad’s divorce to Mrs. Molina dying, I’m gonna knock your teeth out.”
“It wasn’t exactly easy-”
Flynn took a step forward, getting into her face. “Yeah, I bet it wasn’t. You know what else is rough. Losing your mom, losing the one thing you're passionate about, and your best friend turning into your worst bully all because she…what, exactly? Thought you weren’t doing enough while grieving?”
“...I-”
“You’re messed up, Carrie. Real messed up. And if the roles had been switched you know for a fact that Julie would’ve been by your side. Don’t blame your parents for what you did.”
Flynn stormed off, leaving a stunned Carrie in the dust.
There was a gentle knock on Willie’s door, pulling his attention from the magazine he had swiped from the common room.
“Um…come in,” he called. He relaxed a little as Alice entered the room.
“Hey, uh, I just wanted to check up on you.”
“Oh…yeah. I’m fine.”
Alice sighed, giving Willie a look that clearly showed she didn’t believe him. He shrunk under her gaze. “Do you want to try that again?”
“...it’s nothing, really.”
“If it’s nothing then what’s the harm in telling me?”
Willie bounced his hand up and down on his leg. Alice sat down next to him, gently taking his hand.
“...you still hear him, don’t you?”
The boy tensed. “How did you know?”
“You’re not the first of his victims to travel through here, Willie.”
“...right.”
She put a hand on his shoulder. “It’ll pass. Eventually he’ll get bored of trying and he’ll find someone new to torment.”
Willie wished that wasn’t as comforting as it was. “After that, will it be safe to leave?”
His shoulder slumped at how long it took Alice to answer. “...you’ll still be branded. Long as you have that, there’s always the risk of him getting you back.”
“...right.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s….” He sighed, wiping his face with both hands. “It’s alright.”
“It’s okay if it’s not.”
“Well it is.”
Alice sighed, pausing for a moment before putting a hand on his shoulder. Willie leaned into the touch ever so slightly.
“...I am still working on a way to break Caleb’s hold on you.”
“How’s that going?”
Alice fell silent once more.
“...right.”
“Willie, I-”
The boy quickly stands. “I’m just…I’m going to go on the roof to get some fresh air.”
“...alright.”
Willie poofed away without another word.
“I’ll get it!” Carlos ran to the door as the doorbell rang. He beamed, leaping into his Tia’s arms.
“Carlos! Mijo, look at how big you are! How are you?”
“I’m good. Baseball practice doesn’t start for another couple weeks.”
“Staying out of trouble I hope.”
Carlos grinned at her. “Of course.”
Julie smiled at her aunt as she came down the stairs. “Hi, Tia.”
“Oh, Julie! Look at you, you’re practically glowing! I’m so glad to see you nice and healthy!” Victoria pulled her niece into a tight hug. Julie paused a moment before hugging her back.
“How did your school year end? Kept up with your studies, I hope.”
“Of course, Tia.”
“Julie’s close to winning the battle of the bands!”
“Well, at least she’s not losing any study time for it over the summer.”
“...right.” Julie tried to hide how she deflated slightly. “I’ll go tell Dad you’re here.”
“No need,” Ray entered from the kitchen, eyeing Victoria somewhat coldly. “We’re very proud of Julie for how far she’s made it. I know Rose would have been the proudest of all.”
Both Julie and Tia’s throats closed up a little at the mention of her. Victoria slowly nodded. “Yes. Yes. I imagine she would have.”
Roy nodded. “Come on, you’re just in time. Dinner’s nearly ready.”
The whole family followed him to the dining table. Victoria complimented Ray on steering away from leftovers as she took her seat. Julie did as well, catching some movement out of the corner of her eye. Her face paled as she saw Reggie round the corner.
“Oh hey Ra-oh! You have a guest!”
Tia looked at the boy for a moment. “Oh! You are one of Julie’s bandmates, aren’t you?”
“Oh, uh, yeah we’re….” It took Reggie a moment to remember their cover story. “We’re just in town for the competition! Summer so, no school to worry about, you know?”
“Ah, I see. Will you be joining us for dinner?”
“Oh! Um…no, no I already uh…already ate, yeah.”
Victoria looked at the boy with an odd face. “Okay, then?”
“Right right cool cool cool cool. Anyways have fun!”
Reggie dashes off back to the garage. Tia looks around that the family.
“He’s an…interesting young boy.”
That earned a chuckle from the table.
Reggie poofed into the middle of a tense conversation. He frowned. Those were becoming more and more common by the day. He slowly moved in closer.
“-we did this last time-”
“You wanted a different song. We don’t have time to keep scrapping them just because your standards are too high.”
“Oh so now I’m the problem?”
“Hey guys-”
Luke huffed. “I’m just saying maybe you’re getting too picky man. We’ve got days to get a song ready for the semifinals. At some point you have to stop worrying and let us pick.”
“Hey maybe we-”
“Maybe if you stop stewing on this little revenge kick of yours-”
“I did. You didn’t like that one either.”
“What is going on?!” Julie’s voice cut through the arguing, causing all three boys to turn. Reggie heaved a sigh of relief, shuffling over to his bass to focus on tuning it. He flinched as the other two began talking over each other.
“Oh my-” Julie banged out a loud, discordant chord on the piano to get them to stop. “One at a point. Luke, you first.”
“I finished the new song and Alex still doesn’t like it.”
“Because you’ve turned it into another revenge piece-”
“I’m just writing what I’m-”
“WILL YOU TWO JUST STOP!” Reggie blurted out, his whole body shaking.
All three turned toward him. Alex and Luke seemed to fully register that he was in the room for the first time. Regret and guilt wash over them.
“Shoot, Reg, I’m sorry.”
“Hey, we’re sorry, Reggie.”
The two sat down next to him. The bassist shook his head. “If it’s going to tear us apart, maybe we should just back out.”
All three immediately started talking over each other once again before Reggie motioned for them to stop. “Ever since this happened Alex has been more on edge than usual, and Luke’s been freaking out. It’s…it’s not worth it.”
Reggie was shaking at this point. He had already watched one family get torn apart. He couldn’t watch it again.
Alex looked at him for a moment and sighed. “...alright. We’ll do the new song.”
Luke glanced at him. “You sure?”
The drummer nodded. “I’m the reason that we have to write a new one. I shouldn’t be so picky about it.”
Luke seemed to accept that answer before turning to Reggie. “We’re not going anywhere. Promise.”
“...o-okay.” Reggie ran a hand through his hair, finally settling down. “...can we, um, can we play the song?”
“Of course.” Alex stood and went to his drums. The others took their positions as well as Luke passed out the music. Julie frowned slightly, but as the boys started to play, she sang the words on the page.
I want you to know that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Successful version of me
Do you rock out like me?
Selling out every theatre?
Do you speak eloquently?
Have your own lil’ baby?
I'm sure you made a really excellent father
Julie frowned at the lyrics. It didn’t take her long to figure out what Alex’s issue with the song was. She couldn’t deny that referencing Carrie like that felt…wrong. Not that Luke seemed to notice, heading straight into the pre-chorus.
'Cause the song that you gave that I made
Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be satisfied
No, and every time you speak my name
Do they know how you told
Me you'd be there until you died?
'Til you died, but you're still alive
Alex and Reggie glanced at each other and then to their friend. Luke seemed off in his own little world, his eyes burning with rage. As the chorus crescendoed, the guitarist got louder and louder until he was nearly screaming.
And I'm here, to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair, to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know!
Sparks flew from Luke’s guitar. The music cut out abruptly as the power went out.
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These may be my last words or the last time I write a post about my family, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.
Days of complete silence have passed, and I'm terrified. I check the campaign link daily, but the amount hasn't changed. Not a single euro. It feels like the world has moved on, but my nephew's pain remains. His surgery is urgent, and so are his medical needs. We're close to closing the gap, but I can't bear this alone anymore. If you have ten or twenty dollars to spare, please help us today. If you don't, your contribution is our only lifeline to reach someone who can help. Please don't ignore someone desperately seeking a lifeline for my orphaned nephew.
We need 700 euros for my nephew's surgery. The operation is in a sensitive area of his body and cannot be delayed. The surgery will determine his future ability to have children, and it must be done as soon as possible while he is still young, before he grows older and suffers greatly, and may also be unable to have children. Please don't leave us alone. Help us! Donate to us!
My nephew is his parents' only child. He lost his father in this genocide in the Gaza Strip and has suffered many traumas in this war. Please don't leave him alone. Donate for his operation. Please donate, donate! 💔😭
If anything bad happens to me or I lose contact with you, please remember that I begged you to donate, even a small amount, or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.
Guys, someone donated 15 euros, but we still need 685 euros for my nephew's surgery amidst this genocide. I hope everyone who reads my message will donate. Please don't let us down. 💔
Today I will tell you what happened to me, hoping it will move you to help. I went to the vendor in front of my house—a small stall where he sells things for children. I bought some things for my sick nephew to make him happy, and then I quickly went home. Behind me, the entire area was targeted, and many children were injured, some even killed. I was very close to death; I swear he was only a few meters away. Please, how long will we continue like this? Please donate. I almost died today, and no one would have saved my nephew. Please, we still need 675 euros so we can pay for his operation.
Now, just tell me, if I died or anything bad happened to me, would anyone help my nephew get his surgery? Just tell me. I'm begging you, with a very tired and exhausted heart. I haven't forgotten what happened to my mother and brother. Please, I can't bear any more loss. Please donate here. 💔😭
We still need 600 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please, someone help us. Our goal is small compared to what others might think. We need 24 people. If each person donated 25 euros, I could get my nephew's surgery now. Please don't let us down. Donate. I haven't forgotten what happened yesterday; I almost died. Please save us and donate.
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Look at these pictures. How long will this continue? Yesterday I narrowly escaped death, and today a residential block near my home was targeted, and we miraculously survived again. How long will this silence last? It will kill me and my family. Please help me. Donate to us. Donate to my nephew to save him from death and get him the surgery he needs. I'm afraid if anything happens to me, no one will be able to save my nephew. Please, please donate before we die. Donate! 😭💔
We still need 580 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please donate now! Don't let us down! Please, before anything bad happens to my nephew. Tomorrow is the last day for his surgery. We only have a few hours left and we still haven't reached our goal. Please donate! 😭💔
Guys, we still need 435 euros for my nephew's surgery, and the last appointment is in 18 hours. Please don't let us down. Donate now! I will never forgive anyone who sees this and ignores me. I don't want anything bad to happen to my nephew or for him to miss his surgery. Donate! Donate! 💔😭
Guys, there are only 14 hours left until my nephew's surgery, and we desperately need your help. Please, please don't leave me alone. Please save me! Donate, donate! Don't leave me alone in this world suffering from this genocide. Please stand by me! Please donate, donate! 😭💔
There are only 12 hours left until my nephew's surgery, and I desperately need your help. I'm counting the hours and minutes. I hope you can help me save my nephew's life. Please, please don't let my nephew lose his life. This surgery is crucial for him. Please donate, please donate! Don't let us down! Please donate! 😭💔
Oh my God, time is flying by and we still haven't reached our goal. Please, please, we still need 335 euros so we can get my nephew the surgery. Please don't let us down. I can't sleep, I can't. I just keep thinking about whether I'll be able to get my nephew the surgery or not. Please, I don't want to lose him. Donate, donate! 😭💔
Please donate to save his nephew!!! Anything you can give right now can help!!! Please do what you can to help in this difficult time!! Even if you can’t donate please keep sharing!!!
Unfortunately, we couldn't perform the surgery on my nephew today, and it has been postponed until tomorrow. We still need 300 euros to be able to perform the surgery. Please, my nephew's condition is very serious. Please, please donate. Don't let me down. Please donate, donate! 😭😭💔
I am Mohammed, I live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip, I am 21 years old, I have always tried to create a beautiful future for myself in which I achieve all my wishes. I had ambitions and dreams, but they evaporated because of the war, but I still want to achieve them despite the siege. During the war, I lost many things, including my university, my dreams, my job, and some friends. Despite that, I still want to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I want to rebuild my life again, so please help me in that and rebuild my life. Therefore,
please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.
My name is Mohammed, I live in a neighborhood in Shujaiyya, an area in the north of Gaza. I am 21 years old , the eldest among my siblings.
