#brainworms. infested

[gofishygo]

nikto + reader blurb

notes: mostly fluff, sex mentioned but no explicit scenes, slight body horror (nikto's scars), canon typical violence [mentions], god i love it when characters manage to heal and come to terms with their past and fall in love

honestly hoping n praying that nikto learns to live the softest n slowest life ever after meeting reader.

he's never gotten a day of comfort in his life, not after those interrogations. scared away both women and men in and outside of the military ever since then- face and body already nothing short of brutish and jagged angles, a bulk of muscle and fat that shadowed over every figure, weathered down to a near-macabre sight at the result of warfare. now the right half of his gum is exposed, torn apart by shrapnel and knife carvings that dragged across his face. sliced-off nostrils, yellow teeth poised at the world that had wronged him like a vulture preparing to feast- it was his unfortunate charm, the one that left him so often kicked out of brothels and whispered about in bars and revered in the barracks, smoking freely without disturbance in places where such had been outlawed years ago. of course he sees you- all keen and watching innocently, so starry eyed that it seems to blind you from his nature.

nikto would look down at his hands and see them as none further than machines. structured with bone and flesh to take down targets, but a puppet to the whims of the other voices that thrived only in his head. he was no more than the manifestation of his disorders, only set to take down the corpses that kortac had pointed at, the ones that kortac claimed to have wronged him.

and then you truly slip into his life, all doe-eyed and star-crossed. he thinks its none other than blasphemy, some sort of sick joke when you practically glue to him at the coffee shop, fixed on the crossword puzzles between his calloused hands. prodding around and occasionally chirping answers, some curious, but unfortunate, little thing that ended up right between his jaws. and he tries to spit you out, brush you off- your greetings at bars, parks, streetsides, alleyways none other than ignored with cold eyes and a masked face. but your laugh, sweet words- it trickles between cracks, melts the solute of stone, and soon enough, you're in his bed at seven am, tucked under his arm. he'd given you what you've wanted; held your body as gently as he had the ability to, growled some praise in your ear, let you sob into the pillows.

so he doesn't expect it when you show up at his door once again, oh-so-lovely smile on your face. certainly even more surprised when you keep coming, and cant deny the way his head goes a little fuzzy when he sees the notes you leave while he's in deployments, how you fold his sheets and put some flowers in a vase you'd bought that rested on his kitchen countertop. he leaves the door unlocked now, gives you the keys, and lets you in when the nights are cold.

you teach him things- how to tell if he's dreaming. learns to see his hands as more than accessories to murder, uses them as indicators to split his reality from the ones owned by his voices. you're teaching him how to make coffee and trim flowers and all he is learns is how to look at the world without staining it with blood. but it's okay- you help steady his shaking hands, hold the kettle of boiling water with him, and the weeks eventually unfurl into years.

and now, he wakes up next to you every morning, stays in bed cuddling with you until you reluctantly have to shove him away because although he's retired you still have a job, and he waters the plants and feeds the dogs outside, waiting only until you and the furry critters are well away to smoke. but it is not out of stress, no longer to rid himself of his heads, and more of a bad habit now. and the hole that the lack of conflict has left in him is so filled with you and your smile and your patience, with taking care of the garden, making coffee, helping with your paperwork. the never ending spurr of his voices still keeps him up at night sometimes, leaves him twitching. but it allows him to watch you fall asleep, feel your pulse under his cupped hand, even through the throbbing pain.

this is what life is meant to be like, maybe. taking off his mask and unbuckling the straps so he can feel your lips against what was left of his.

[sleepymaven]

Playing Armored Core 6 and just... thinking.

Thinking about 621 and Rusty possibly cuddling. 621 still wide awake as Rusty lightly breathes in his sleep, nice and slow but still present.

621 listening to Rusty's breathing intently. To his heart beat. Focusing on the warmth of his body heat.

Focusing on how alive Rusty is.

The knowledge his is just alive and well being comforting enough for 621 to finally drift off to sleep as well to the sound of Rusty's hearbeat; a soothing lullaby for 621's ears.

Just thinking about how my interpretation of 621 is probably so insanely traumatized that 621 needs to constantly be checking if the people 621 cares about are truly alive.

About how Rusty holds 621 so closely to his chest as a way of keeping 621 grounded.

About how shaken 621 must have been in that cave, having to fight Rusty. Hearing Rusty call 621 dangerous.

Imagining the thoughts running through 621's head in that moment. No. Anyone but Rusty... I can't fight Rusty– No. Not Rusty too.

Thinking about how 621 probably could have killed Rusty right there, but held back, opting to just damage his AC's enough to make him stop. Even ceasing fire when STEEL HAZE lost its arm, as if 621 was hoping Rusty would just stop, which he did.

..I really need to start writing again...

[wisteriagoesvroom]

playing pinterest roulette and seeing what AUs i can make up based on the pics (part 3 of ???)

Classical Music AU: Max is second chair at the London Contemporary Orchestra - a newer but well-respected group lauded for their fresh approach to music, marketing, and sponsors. Max’s meteoric ascent looks to continue with first chair Seb Vettel's departure, which is coming up in a year.

That is, until the LCO bring in a shock contender, Charles Leclerc. Leclerc is a traditionalist and highly marketable classical violinist, with a star-studded CV including the Paris Conservatory, and a star-making stint at the Berlin Philharmonic.

Charles's working style is also a problem. He's warm in a way that Max is not, understands music in a way that's fundamentally different to Max, and he builds an easy rapport with Vettel from the start (Max's jealousy has nothing to do with it.)

As the season winds on, Max and Charles continue to clash about everything. Playing styles (speed and correct interpretation), the relevancy of classical music (Max is all for moving the genre forward and bending the rules, Charles cares about deference to old ways), and even a loud argument in the caf about whose name gets to be written first in the program ("do not push me down the list", one of them says. The marketing team eventually agrees to write them both on the same line to reflect equal status).

This continues until the LCO asks them to work on a special project, composing a score for a new indie movie. It's both musicians’ first foray into cross-medium production, and the LCO thinks it wouldn't hurt if the soundtrack won a couple of awards too. Max and Charles reluctantly accept the project, knowing the first chair position is the prize if they can be the star contributor. It doesn't matter that there's only one first chair position, because each is convinced that they will win.

As they're heading to the studio for recording one day, Max asks to stop at his apartment to grab a hard drive that has some instrumental stems for a tricky piece they're working on.

While waiting at Max's doorway, Charles sees a loose sheaf of paper fall from a table. He walks over and picks it up.

Charles realises it's one of the earlier librettos he'd written while he was still at the Paris Conservatory. Not many people know about it - it was an experimental piece, from his earlier work, rough around the edges and vaguely embarrassing. He didn't even think anyone liked it, let alone heard it or went through the effort to source it.

Stunned, Charles tucks it back into the stack of papers on the table, only to see there are more relics from his early career. A pamphlet for a summer performance in Switzerland, a train ticket to Berlin for the same performance date that landed him in a review as a once-in-a-generation talent.

Max reappears in the doorway with his bag, and freezes. Charles stares back, and speaks first.

"Have you had these all this time?"

Max's blue eyes are cool, even as his face burns. "We have our differences. But it'd be impossible, not to notice you."

[manongeon]

have you ever seen a man so beautiful you started crying

cuz that’s me rn

(enjoy <3)

[s1llycilantro]

dsmp art??? in 2023v?.?.?? FUCK you it's MY special interest and ill DRAW IT WHENEVER I WANT

[infernalroses]

DIGITAL SILENCE_

[neolxzr]

did mxtx put fucking cocaine into volume 6 of tgcf

[thrill-seeker-vn]

okay wuwa might have made a fan out of me. however where is the self insert fanfiction im going crazy, where am I going to find good fanfiction for this, where is the WUWA FANFICTION,,,,,

[whaledocboi]

the asoiaf au in my head is funny as hell, bcos imagine, ava, an orphan, turns out to be the bastard of some targaryen, accidentally claims a dragon (she be in situations) and lilith, who's famously from a noble house, the daughter of a targaryen and couldnt get a dragon her whole life learns this and now she's just sitting there thinking "well, great. im gonna kill everybody in this room and then myself."

[berd-alert]

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There’s a funny thing about being a vampire. So much of what they are is defined by hunger. A hunger for blood, for life, for energy. David has felt that hunger every night for almost a century. Never quite sated, never happy no matter how much blood he drowned himself in. For a long time, he thinks it will never go away.

And then he meets him. 

They’ve only been in this town a handful of nights when it happens. Early Massachusetts spring has sent them indoors, a necessity thanks to the bitter cold. So they find themselves lurking in the local bar, wasting Max’s money on drinks and plays at the jukebox. It’s Dwayne who notices him first, nudging David to get his attention. 

There’s a boy at the bar who's drinking quite a bit, alone. Eyes darting towards the door like he's expecting someone to catch him and rain hell on his head.

There's no other way to describe it than... He smells good. Not in a way humans can parse. Even deadened by alcohol, he is bright. Blood singing in his veins, practically screaming Come and Take Me. David almost doesn’t realize he’s walking towards him until he’s leaning on the bar next to him.

"Drinking all by yourself tonight?” 

The boy startles, his grip on the shot glass turning his knuckles white. His eyes, fast and frightened, meet David's. The vampire notices, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, that they’re blue. Not like his own, cold and pale, these are ocean blue, a tumult of blue and green, a little ring of gold at their center.

David can’t help but stare. 

The boy breathes out a hard little gasp, it smells like whiskey and lighter fluid. Below that, David can smell his blood. He feels his teeth in his mouth, aching to get a taste. But something feels... different. There’s something else there. He’s so busy trying to unpick what it might be that he almost misses the boy saying something.

"-m'friends are 'round. Somewh'r..." 

He squints at David. It’s clear that he can tell something is off about him, but either thanks to the alcohol or his human senses, he can't say what, yet. 

David nods, playing off his unexpected bout of distraction with a sly smile. "Well. Until they get back, mind if we share a few?" He motions to himself, and to Dwayne, sitting behind them. Dwayne gives the guy a quick two fingered salute. 

He squints again.

"F'ne. Yer buyin' tho..."

"Fine by me. Always happy to spend my boss's money."

He flags down the bartender, ordering a round for the three of them.

-

They learn three things about the boy that night. 

One, he is drinking alone. None of his so-called friends have even entered this bar with him, and this was a somewhat common occurrence. The boy was barely a year past 18. 

Two, his father is the local preacher, and apparently, according to him, witchcraft in the town of Salem wasn't dead enough. If you smiled, you were already burning. 

Three, the boy's name is Paul Harris. 

And David has not been able to stop staring at him the whole night.

[codecicle]

Ok so. Chip star wars au backstory. Basically, what I'm thinking is that the story is pretty much the same, with some obvious adjustments.

Chip grows up on board the Midnight Rose (a space ship this time, not an ocean one lol). It's the early years of the Empire, and the Black Rose pirates are both pirates and kind of an early rebel cell? sorta? They're still pretty powerful, like in the riptide canon, as the Empire is still kind of getting its shit together. And when I say they're *sort of* rebels what i mean is that, while they do actively dislike the Empire, they're not fighting them directly so much as they're being a general nuisance for them and stealing their shit and disrupting their plans.

As for the hole in the sea...well, I have two ideas for that would be.

Number one is that it's, like, a weird Force thing, which there are A Lot of in Star Wars. It's sort of like that weird fucking cube-planet-thing they get stranded on in The Clone Wars for that one arc with the Father the Daughter the Son--it's that sort of batshit fucking star wars thing, and it basically, like...sucks them in and the events of the Hole in the Sea oneshot play out pretty much the same way. This one I like because it has the wackass magical element to it and could thus account for the wackass Chip Lore that we're currently being insane about in the hiatus.

(The aforementioned Wackass Chip Lore does throw a bit of a wrench into the AU, since we don't know anything for certain about it, so when Riptide starts back again and we find out more this part of the au could be pretty much derailed, but adjustments can always be made and the sw lore is crazy enough that I'll probably be able to figure something out).

Second option is that the "Hole in the Sea" is a weapon of sorts--something the Empire is maybe working on in secret, something that they maybe found that was like, the ruins of an ancient space-civilization with super weird, cool technology yknow? And the black rose pirates end up there somehow (one idea is that it's like a gravity well, like they had in Rebels I think??? It might have been tcw i can't remember. Something that can pluck ships out of hyperspace like it's nothing). It could also be a combination of these two options--maybe it's some weird space magic thing the Empire was studying but then some Weird Magical Bullshit happened and drove them all out, but the Magic was like, awake, or something, idk I'm tired and that's all I have for now. This ask was not originally this long LMAO

Oh my fucking god I understand I get it. What if the hole in the sea was the Empire experimenting with the dark side of the force to build the superweapon that can just. Yoink a fuckin ship out of hyperspace and send them to some form of a rebel prison, but it ended up malfunctioning because the original designs were ones they stole from that ancient space-civilization you mentioned were made with the light side of the force/jedi use in mind. it ends up creating a sort of whackass void/black hole of the force in this pit deeeep deep into outer space and just like the Allport blockade, the Empire ends up telling any ships that try to leave the docks not to go there. the only people that can go anywhere near it are the ones that live on the nearby planets (like the underground towns and crew the albatrio found while in the black sea when chip got his heart ripped out), the Empire visiting bases (like the navy base from 114), or any rebel trader that's either stupid enough or skilled enough to disobey the Empire and make it all the way there and back alive. Since Captain Rose was one of the pirate lords, maybe it was an intentional and direct attack that just ended up backfiring and left them with no other option than to quarantine that set of planets and hope nothing else happened and no-one survived (they literally all did LMAOO)

[recapitulation]

good lord... sometimes a story can be so good. does anyone else know about this

[saintajax]

HEY?

[voiidbound]

" i have loved you for a thousand years i'll love you for a thousand more "

[laotwormz]

i've drawn lin lie more times than he's appeared in comics multiplied by 4

[sae-mian]

48. What event altered your character's story the most?

TY FOR THE ASK!

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funny answer, for nira'sae, but...

the inclusion of male viera

before that was announced? they had a barebones story, wishy-washy design, poorly scraped together lore-- they were a basic, angsty miqo'they.

and then i told my FC "if they come out with male viera that's my new main, 100%."

then it happened! and my god. the way their entire story expanded and changed to accommodate that is insane. up to and including their literal death.

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