OMNI1M4N

  i  have  all  these  characters  and  so  much  inspiration  bottled  up,  but  it  feels  like  there’s  just  no  one  around  to  share  them  with.  it’s  hard  not  to  take  it  personally.  i  really  wanted  this  to  be  a  space  where  i  could  connect  and  write,  but  after  trying  so  hard  and  being  met  with  nothing  but  ghosting  and  silence  i  just  feel  sad  and  hurt.  i’ve  been  trying  to  force  a  connection  in  a  place  where  I’m  just  not  wanted.  i  think  it’s  finally  time  for  me  to  stop  chasing  people  who  aren't  interested  and  accept  that  this  just  isn't  the  right  place  for  me  Rn

OMNI1M4N

  i  have  all  these  characters  and  so  much  inspiration  bottled  up,  but  it  feels  like  there’s  just  no  one  around  to  share  them  with.  it’s  hard  not  to  take  it  personally.  i  really  wanted  this  to  be  a  space  where  i  could  connect  and  write,  but  after  trying  so  hard  and  being  met  with  nothing  but  ghosting  and  silence  i  just  feel  sad  and  hurt.  i’ve  been  trying  to  force  a  connection  in  a  place  where  I’m  just  not  wanted.  i  think  it’s  finally  time  for  me  to  stop  chasing  people  who  aren't  interested  and  accept  that  this  just  isn't  the  right  place  for  me  Rn

hvymtlgns

"Just sayin...I know you're a big bad alien and you're too busy fighting crime or whatever but..." Roger drew little circles on Nolan's furry chest. "You ever wonder what it'd be like to have a couple sh!theads running around?" It's just a silly hypothetical question, sure, but the look in his eyes...the tenderness...it's not something he can just fake.

theamericandream

  at  just  a  glimpse  omni  man  was  recognizable.  for  all  the  wrong  reasons,  but  once..  the  right  ones.  everyone  saw  the  incident  all  over  television.  the  news,  the  deaths.  the  loss..  the  hurt.  the  fact  he'd  been  a  fraud  the  whole  time.  homelander  might  know  a  thing  or  two  about  fraudulence.  smiling  without  a  reason  to,  long  speeches  he  memorized  the  words  of.  but  he  didn't  mean  it.
          
            with  his  stripes  and  stars  of  a  cape  flowing  behind  him  and  his  hands  behind  his  back  the  blonde  studied  the  other,  floating  a  few  inches  above  the  ground.
          
          
            “  im  surprised  you  still  show  your  face  around  here.  ”

OMNI1M4N

@theamericandream 
            
            *  nolan  didn’t  bother  turning  his  head,  his  gaze  remaining  fixed  on  the  horizon  as  he  floated  with  an  indifference  that  clearly  grated  on  the  blonde  man’s  nerves.  he  knew  the  look.  that  desperate,  performative  arrogance,  and  it  felt  like  staring  at  a  hollow  reflection  of  the  lies  he  had  spent  centuries  perfecting  before  he  finally  chose  to  stop.  when  he  finally  spoke,  his  voice  is  low,  *  i  don't  have  to  pretend  anymore,  and  neither  do  you,  though  i  imagine  that’s  a  much  harder  lesson  for  you  to  learn,  *  he  muttered,  his  eyes  narrowing  as  he  finally  faced  the  other  man  with  a  cold,  unimpressed  stare.  *  you’re  still  starving  for  an  audience,  still  waiting  for  them  to  love  you  for  a  lie,  but  you're  practically  a  child  playing  with  power  you  don't  have  the  stomach  to  actually  wield.
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hvymtlgns

"Leave me alone. I'm fine."
          
          Roger's shaky hand tossed a few little blue ovals into his mouth, swallowing with no drink. His body leaned back, adjusting his weight accordingly so that it didn't put pressure on his left kneecap. He sighed, eyes fluttering shut. "Bad landing. Dude took off, I chased 'im, all she wrote."