#VERY VERY rough outline

[bigfatbreak]

"Villains AU" I need to know more. Please!

short n ruff bc i have to go to bed: TDLR: a switcharoo from me to you

AU where Gabe gets the LB and CN miraculous, makes his miracle wish, but the cost is a bit... scrambled. Marinette and Adrien get the butterfly and peacock miraculous, and though Emelie is alive, Nathalie is now in a coma and Emelie is the one pushing the envelope on how to bring her back, in spite of Gabe being there - however, the rules of the miracle wish change every time reality is shifted.

Now, wishes can only be granted with the butterfly and peacock, soul and body, respectively. Tikki and Plagg's miraculous can't withstand another wish, and so the blessing goes to another pair.

additional notes

since Adrien has the peacock miraculous, he successfully retrieved his own amok and has it sealed somewhere safe. (with Marinette.)

though the butterfly miraculous has its own stipulations and downsides now, it makes Marinette's akumas are much stronger than Hawkmoth's, and are more evasive; IE, they don't flutter around uselessly once you break the akumatized object, they're fucking going street-smarts zigzag style and will actively divebomb away

Marinette and Adrien know each other's identities, but with their last timeline nuked, their shared intimacy initially comes from a place of shared trauma. they have to work through that later.

Emelie is super bi for Nathalie and Gabriel doesn't know how to feel about being second fiddle lol

[comatosebunny09]

you're good at this—playing all coy and social as if you aren't a clump of nerves ready to burst.

like your legs aren't bouncing beneath the table, and you haven't knocked your knees against its underside a few times, almost spilling your wine.

like you haven't bitten your lips to hell, and your teeth aren't stained with the pretty rouge of your lipstick because of it.

no one's the wiser to your plight. to the quiet war waging in your head and the anxiety spilling like lava into your extremities.

you'll never get used to this things, no matter how many you attend—these parties, these galas, these socialites, this acting.

none of it is you.

not the form-fitting gowns, the kohl clumped to your lashes, the facsimile of a smile you've worn all evening until your cheeks ached.

but through the chaos, one thing remains a constant: him.

him and the hand he has clasped around your thigh to tether you. anchor you back to earth. all big and warm and reassuring, and he's angling himself a little closer until your nostrils fill with the scent of cured leather and peeled mandarin. and, fuck all, he’s warm even from this proximity. so hot, you feel the pressure of his body slowly seeping into your own.

his eyes gleam like the sunset in your peripheral. silently, they ask if you're alright beneath a slightly raised brow, above a customary smirk—a mask he dons during these gatherings if only to make the time fly by. not meant to tease you, he promises. he reserves something genuine for you.

he knows you're not alright, which is why he rubs all gently at the notch of your knee—an attempt to bring you back when you feel your mind slowly disconnecting from your body.

- at an event with sylus. you're clearly nervous. you always are. so the pair of you bid an irish goodbye, and he'll murder anyone who has the gall to stop you.

- watching him sneer at the partygoers blocking your exit is low-key a turn on.

- the night concludes with you both settled on your couch in your living room.

- and, of course, kissing ensues. because why wouldn't it?

- and he's a little handsy, so deft fingers creep up the expanse of your thigh because, of course, the slit of your dress would beckon such actions.

- and sure, yeah. you're into it as he gently pushes you back against the sofa. slots himself between your split legs as your fingers rake through the riot of his hair.

- and he hums all nice and low into your mouth, very much enjoying the sticky grind of your lips together.

- this is sylus. he's always gentle. always takes care of you, treating you like aged porcelain preserved in a museum.

- so why the fuck are you so nervous?

- you’ve made out a thousand times before.

- sex, however.

- well, fuck.

[brotherscain]

summer ‘00 sioux falls, south dakota

prepare for an aching the rest of your life

(Jawbreaker moodboard)

[saucy-mesothelioma]

You are not immune to Tower/Apotheosis/Fury hip dip propaganda

[kudzucataclysm]

SE Timeline Rough Draft

Early 1800s - Martians arrive on Earth after a century of observation. They either land in central Siberia or the Alps. Over the course of a couple years, the Martians split up to infiltrate human society. They are extremely successful.

1868 - Computers are invented.

1889 - Lupe Altena is born.

1897 - Personal computers invented. Sold to the general public.

1904 - Hammond is created.

1909 - There are over 500 webpages on the world wide web. This is the start of the internet.

1914 - WW1.

1917 - Carmine Keller is born.

1922 - WW1 ends in a “stalemate” with the establishment of multiple European DMZs. 

1925 - The first man in space. A political party, “The Machine”, takes the majority of power in congress.

1930s - Britain goes to war with Japan. Superscience race begins, leading to the invention of the atomic bomb. Lupe splits from The Machine (The New Machine) and funds the creation of the Martian hunting team known as ATLAS. First mutant powers begin to emerge.

1940s - Economic stagnation as conflicts at the European DMZs begin to escalate. America looks to profit as it appears another outbreak of total war may occur in Europe. Hammond and Azelfafage meet; Lupe catches ADP. Friday joins ATLAS.

1951 - Yellowstone Incident. Global atomic war begins 7 hours later. The winter of that year lasts for almost a decade.

1951-1969 - Famine. Plague. Civil war. Nuclear, broken weather. Superpowered chaos. Tall tales emerging from the wastes of red creatures with a hundred eyes… 

1955? - Lupe Altena establishes the Promethean Society and headquarters The New Machine in the outskirts of the former city of Chicago.

1958 - The construction of what will eventually be known as “The NEC” begins.

1960s - Countries not as devastated by the atomic war (such as Australia, New Zealand, Iceland, Switzerland, Argentina, etc) attempt peacekeeping operations in the United States with little to no success. The Disincorporated United States of America is established, and a corporate committee of “superheroes” acts as its sword.

1970? - Martians reveal themselves to the world, promising aid and support in exchange for Earth’s resources. They soon begin terraforming Earth’s atmosphere in order to ensure a major ice age.

1971 - Intersolar Protocol is signed. A new species, known as “Chimera”, explodes across the world.

1973 - Maya Fontaine is born.

1974 - Carson Keller is born.

1980s - Necropolis turns into a tower of Babel, a megacity of stacked/layered cities, out in the middle of Lake Michigan due to the Martian King Azelfafage. The city’s population grows to the size of a country, and is unofficially regarded as such (to the ire of DUSA). It becomes a free economic zone, influenced largely by foreign capital.

1990 - Lupe Altena disappears. The authority of the NEC falls into feudalism between cities and layers. Francis Mueller is born.

1991 - Outbreak of firestorms across the southern states. Desmond Arkady is born.

1995 - Hammond disappears.

1999 - Francis experiences a “medical incident”. She develops a form of amnesia.

2000 - Francis and Vincent meet.

2003 - Sloane Arkady abandons the family. Francis is handed over to alleged crime lord Carmine Keller.

2004 - The remnants of the Arkady family move to the NEC.

2005 - Desmond is inducted into the Promethean School of Science.

[comfortlesshurt]

OKAY, IT'S FINALLY HITTING

(will you guys hate me if I post this longfic a month later than planned?)

[xhellodollyx]

I still have to put together a summary and timeline of my chiffany fankid but for now i will share her faceclaim and her name and a rough, brief summary for her character.

Name: Amy Elizabeth Ray (faceclaim is Havana Rose Liu)

I'm retconning Don's shitty timeline for this: that Chucky and Tiffany were childhood friends that reunited years later in their early 20s. Amy was rather an unexpected but welcomed surprise for them (after the initial shock wore off), as they both had dreams of having a family. Amy was born in 1981. She was only 7 when Chucky died, and she didn't quite understand the severity of 'death' as she was brought along on some 'outings' by Chucky, though she never killed anyone herself. It was rather to get her adjusted to the lifestyle young, though never forced upon her. She didn't understand any of it, but there seemed to be something in her blood early on that called to it, the violence. She didn't understand it, only met with 'you'll understand when you're older' by her mother when asked.

Really, she didn't know Chucky had died right away. She just wondered why her dad wasn't coming home to tuck her in like he used to—Tiffany didn't want to break the news to her, and they were quick to move out of Chicago a short time after he was shot and killed, all the while Amy was not aware at all that he was dead. She'd ask her mother over and over again and was only met with a vague answer:

"He'll be back soon."

With tears in her mother's eyes, which Amy didn't understand. If her dad was coming home soon, why did her mother not seem so sure about that, why did she seem so sad when asked about Chucky at all?

Then, the nightmares started shortly after they moved to the trailer park. Nightmares of people dying by her hands, nightmares of her father dead, which didn't make sense, surely he wasn't dead, he was alive and he would come back, right?

Amy doesn't find out the truth until she's 13. Finally enough was enough, the constant questions about her father and where he was finally got her the answer she sought: but not the one she wanted. That her father was dead.

That led to her middle school and high school years being plagued with memories of a time she longed to go back to, missing her father, fighting this urge crawling in her blood, and fighting with the knowledge of who her father really was. The reality of what she was exposed to as a child hit her then, that the blood and the screaming and the terror in those victims' eyes had been real. That those nightmares had actually meant something. Amy felt conflicted. She missed her dad, she loved him, and she loved her mother, but knowing who they were, and what they did, it was a lot to take in. Was she really supposed to take their place as a killer too one day? Was it really in her blood?

It causes a rift between her and her mother—she starts to drift away into books and art, not able to figure out who she was and who she could be. School was hard enough, she already felt like a freak, made to feel like one, so all she could look forward to was going to college. Maybe she would find out who she was in college. That's what everyone says happens, surely it could happen for her too.

By the events of Bride, Amy went off to college. Only early on in her freshman year did she feel like maybe she could find herself and things were looking up. She still kept in contact with her mother of course, but it started becoming less and less frequent on Amy's end, too busy with her studies and school work to take every call from Tiffany.

Though the nightmares only continued, as they had since she was 8. But they were becoming worse and more frequent. Not too long after did she receive a call from the police, one she never expected, one that made her heart stop.

Her mother was dead. Electrocuted in the bath.

Amy had to drop everything, take a break for the semester to go back home and make arrangements, all while in shock, her grief slow, trying to process that her mother was dead, that she was now an orphan with no family at all. But when she gets home to make arrangements, she comes home to quite a sight—police everywhere, her mother possibly connected to some recent murders, dolls everywhere. And police asking questions about why her mother's prints and her father's prints are at the scene of multiple murders that just occurred after her mother's death.

Just how much else did her mother keep from her? What else did Tiffany not tell her?

[coldshrugs]

"i'm gonna keep this one short!"

the 11 page word doc disagrees!

[neurotypical-sonic]

I WILL. I WILL. not right now because I do not have the energy but I will ramble on about it. I have talked a lot about what I wouldve liked from the movies, i keep forgetting to tag them but I do yap about them a lot. But i will try to sum it all up in a single post soon

[resident-rats]

Hoping to post chapter two of my fic at the start of next week?? Currently I’m like half way through writing chapter three

[sanctus-ingenium]

I read the preview version of THE BLACK HORSE SAID a little while ago and I've just bought the full thing and before I read it I wanted to tell you about how what was on my mind for half of the preview was "man I wonder what faerie Bowman made a pact with to get his T."

he didn't have to make any pacts, medicine like that can be bought off of witches (who do make pacts). the better question is where the hell he got ye olde victorian bottom surgery

[bbyboybucket]

The rules: in a new post, show the last line paragraph you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as you have words

Thanks for the tag!! @vostok3-ka I haven’t written in forever (probably months), it’s been so long that I completely forgot I even had a story going 😭

He neared the front of the line, only one more person stood between him and this new chance at enlistment. The man before him coughed into his fist, then took the pen and began signing. Steve tried to remain patient, fidgeting with anticipation, but his eagerness made the wait feel like an eternity. Finally, the man turned around with a small, polite smile, handing the pen to Steve. It was his turn now, and he hoped that if God had been listening, this time would be the one.

All my moots were already tagged so :) 🤷‍♀️

[skoulsons]

Joel feeling like a failure and feeling the need to apologize to Ellie, even over things he can’t control, is, I think, very much an anxiety thing. And also comes down to who you are at your core. Even him telling Tommy, “I have to leave her,” because he doubts his capabilities in being able to protect her in the long run and believes she’ll be better off without him

Joel loves hard. He loves really hard when he does. He loved Tess, despite his inability to show it to her the extent I think we all believe it was. He loves Tommy, we know that. He was willing to drive cross country just to make sure he was okay after three weeks of radio silence. Maybe not loved, but he sure started to care about Henry and Sam and was willing to let them join he and Ellie on their journey to Jackson. And he loves, loves Ellie. More than he’s even comfortable with. (Un)willing to leave her, shove her away from him, even if it means she’ll be safe, as much as he wants to keep her right next to him, held against his side

But what comes with loving someone, what comes with having a heart like this, and what comes with this fear of the well-being and safety of those around you, is a striking belief in your inability to do for them what you believe you should do. It is blaming yourself for things out of your control when they come up in the others life. It’s believing you’re responsible for…nearly everything about them. It is caring way too much about them that you want to take that pain upon yourself to relieve that person of it. And it, in turn, makes you believe you’re not good enough when you can’t. Incapable. Unworthy. Along with the general mix of…not feeling adequate or good enough in general. You want to help this person in every way, but your belief in your inadequacy creates such a debilitating sense of understanding of what you really want and who you are

But, I say it’s an anxiety thing because of believing that person will blame you for something that’s out of your control. That because you couldn’t stop something that, frankly, is completely out of your control and responsibility and could’ve never stopped in a million years, you find a way to blame yourself and, in turn, think this person will also blame you for not being able to stop it. Because you care too much and are too freaked over protecting them that your understanding of how they feel gets completely warped. That you think they’ll lash out and cut you off. That they’ll be angry with you for what you couldn’t stop. And, out of the fear of believing that could happen, you take it upon yourself to apologize. To try and take it and place the blame upon yourself. To try and keep that person from becoming angry with you

And we know Joel (I think??) took anti anxiety meds even Before. That he was forced to cut it immediately, worsening it tremendously. And with how hard he loves, especially Ellie? That’s a nightmare for mental health. His fear over her life and well-being. His belief in his inability to protect her due to how afraid he is. How he’s failed at protecting her innocence, something that is inevitably out of his control because of the world they live in. How he probably blames himself for Ellie watching Henry off himself. Something, again, he could not control because Henry threatened his life. And nearly Ellie’s. And he tells Tommy he has to leave her because he believes he’s incapable and unworthy of protecting her. Maybe it is his age and hearing. More than that, I think it’s a mix of this anxiety and his golden love for her that makes him think it’s the right thing to do

People like this, like me, need a lot of convincing. Convincing and reaffirming that not everything is on us. That we can be taken care of. That we can take breaks and don’t have to hold the weight of the world on our shoulders, and I think that’s exactly what Winter does for Joel and Ellie. For Joel to, in my opinion, view himself in this light and to shove her away and for her to come running back, holding his hand and telling him, wordlessly, that she is there to take care of him. She’s there to convince him, “it’s you and me. Rest, let me take care of you.” To reaffirm and comfort him through it. Sure, he’s forced to rest bc he’s basically comatose, but it applies to at least the beginning. That his probably last real moment of consciousness before he wakes in episode 8 was her coming back to take care of him. To show him that it’s not just him

[atlabeth]

just wrote out all my wips im gonna throw my laptop out a window

[afrophunk]

They are watching a really bad movie they pirated: guess what it is

[agentromanoffsir]

fellow writers i am curious...