#bulletpoint!fic

[pettyprocrastination]

whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!

this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!

warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her. 

So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak. 

You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work 

you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then 

nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place. 

On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after

it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him. 

but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening. 

its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail. 

Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn

its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench. 

there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency. 

when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-

all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river

Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay 

“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.” 

he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself. 

but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything

its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found. 

Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there. 

Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames. 

“We’re gonna find her, but not there.” 

So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did. 

He became a smuggler because of it. 

Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way. 

But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course. 

The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him. 

But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles 

“You think she would have wanted this for you?” 

the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence. 

“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.” 

All he can do is nod. 

It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit. 

It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live. 

Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago. 

its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo” 

when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them. 

Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands. 

He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face. 

Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity. 

“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?” 

Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be. 

But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.

“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.” 

Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again. 

“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.” 

He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples. 

“One.” 

The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun. 

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.” 

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins. 

“Four.” 

Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet. 

Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?” 

Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless. 

Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.

When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same. 

She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head. 

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun. 

“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?” 

[airrec]

Dream SMP Season 2 idea:

Pandora's Vault exists, still. It is half sunk into the sea, very obviously an old ruin, and there's something - off, about the place.

It's not just a building any more, of course. It's old, filled with pain, haunted. Things this old have their own kind of intelligence, change and evolve into something else.

It's a dungeon now. Filled with monsters, traps, loot, a boss. Filled with things best left undisturbed, if you ask anyone wise.

c!Tommy, enthralled by the idea of loot, is not wise. c!Dream, enthralled by the idea of secrets, is also not wise.

c!Philza, a strange old man who lives alone and seems to know more than everyone else (not that he ever opens his mouth to talk about it), warns them away. They do not listen.

The dungeon is indeed dangerous; once they step in, the entranceway disappears behind them, trapping them inside. There are traps, chests of loot, and monsters - constant Mining Fatigue makes it impossible to carve their own path through, so they're forced to navigate the shifting hallways.

There are crawling black-purple vines and thorns everywhere, lingering remnants of red but that colour has been bled out of them, appropriated for another master. These vines get thicker the closer to the centre they get.

At some point, c!Dream loses c!Tommy in the criss-crossing and confusing platforms and walk ways - he can't quite recall when or how it happened, though.

The boss chamber is in the very centre of the Vault, and there he is, the spider in the middle of the web: huge and tall, oversized the way many bosses are (according to Philza), gold-trimmed netherite armour and a gleaming trident, he looks a bit like a creeper hybrid but if he ever was one that was long ago; he's something else now.

The boss is surrounded by black-purple vines, and they pierce through him, trailing from him as though he were struck through with a dozen harpoons. Like so many chains, they hold him here - he is as much the master of this dungeon as he is its captive. Total control, but only within, and he cannot leave.

He does not want to leave - this place is his. His prison, his home.

"So, you've come back to where you belong," the boss says.

"I've been waiting for you," the boss says.

"I knew you couldn't stay away forever," the boss says.

"You belong here," the boss says.

c!Dream would like it to be known that at this point he has quite had enough of this dungeon, is wishing he'd listened to Philza when he'd said to stay away, and that his whole body hurts as his flesh remembers what his mind has forgotten. The haunting is an open, unhealed wound.

"Hahhh, no, I'm leaving," c!Dream says, distracted, as he tries to figure out an optimal path over the lava lake, where he should leap on the deepslate and netherite rocks and platforms to make it to the door on the opposite side of the room. The boss, surely, will try to stop him, but c!Dream is fast and surefooted - he can dodge any attacks. He thinks.

"You will not escape," the boss vows, which c!Dream is very much not a fan of.

"You have no right to keep me here!" he says as he sets off running, leaping for the first stepping stone above the scorching lava and using his momentum to carry him to the next. He's got a long way to go.

This seems to utterly incense the boss, striking some deep nerve and causing the very walls to shake with his fury as he turns to try to snatch c!Dream.

"I am the Master of this Vault!" the boss roars. "I am the Warden."

The boss room is nothing but a huge cell, the vines of the boss' power spread so perfectly throughout the dungeon in turn chaining him there. Above, c!Dream can see c!Tommy hovering in the open entranceway he's aiming for, frozen with his crossbow out.

As he flies through the boss room and tries to reach the door, c!Dream shouts back the truth that he knows, welling up from somewhere deep inside that only his nightmares can touch:

"But you're not, you're the prisoner."

[honeyhotteok]

Hi hi hi!! How are you?!?!?

Hope you're all well

Sorry even I was busy with high school😔

Just a Lil suggestion thingy for your writing ~

I was wondering how 'bout~

Reaction of Lookism & HTF characters to reader forgetting to kiss them in established relationship - like reader is an independent working person even before they met each other, and in all the hectic schedule of their work, they just forget?

It's alright if you don't want to, don't feel pressured❣️

It's just a random thought ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃

hi!! sorry this is soo late lol work beating my ass as usual🥹 i hope school's been more chill for you lately/that you get a break soon!! i included your fave then ended up picking some more non j high boys for this since my last hcs were for the j high boys😌 and i don't write for htf on here at the moment and wasn't planning to but..maybe i'll add a lil bonus at the end lol. ty for the suggestion!🫶

Lookism boys reacting to S/O forgetting their goodbye kiss before work

(Johan, Jake, Samuel)

Johan Seong

would lowkey SULK like there's no tomorrow. would not bring it up first though

but he tries to tough out it out, like the babygirl turned malewife-in-training he is

when you get home, tries to get a kiss by holding Miru up to you next to his face, pouting

but the both of them just get a head pat from you

ends up grumbling about how that's not what he wanted but whatever

leaving you confused but you quickly pick up on what he wants, having become perceptive after all these years of being with him that your boyfriend is not forthcoming with wanting affection

a blushing mess and pretends to hate it when you finally shower him with kisses

Jake Kim

notices pretty soon after you leave the house that you hadn't kissed him this morning, or yesterday either now that he thinks about it

barely pays attention during his Big Deal meetings, just sitting there furrowing his brow, trying to figure out whether he’s done something to make you mad at him

was the omelette he cooked for breakfast that bad?? he was just trying to expand his cooking repertoire beyond just instant ramen...

texts you that he'll get dinner for the both of you tonight, then buys takeaway from your favorite restaurant and also stops to get your favorite snacks before coming home

it's when you get home and trudge your tired body to him to give him a hug that he realizes it wasn't because you were mad at him after all

grins when you finally plant a big kiss on him while enjoying your fave meal after a long day of work

Samuel Seo

is unbothered, mostly. He has his own work to attend to anyway.

but as his day goes on, starts to feel unsettled but has no idea why??

this mf ends up being even more prickly than usual at work

gets home even later than you do tonight, and you nonchalantly give him a kiss before getting ready for bed

feels his ears turning red as his mood immediately improves and he finally realizes why he's felt off all day

well since you're here anyway, he'll steal another kiss from you now for tomorrow. or five

+ bonus: HTF - Taehoon Seong

this little shit would nip it in the bud real quick

catches up to you fast with his long ass legs after you rush out the door without kissing him goodbye, yelling "HEY!"

"you forgot something, dumbass" "???"

after planting a kiss on you, smirks and shoves you "hurry up now, you're gonna be late"

and you of course smack him with your bag as revenge for shoving you and smile at your boyfriend while running off as he curses at you

[pearlescentpearl]

Political Pawn AU

Hello! And welcome to my next bullet point fic; my take on a Fëanor lives plot! To no one’s surprise; Beleriand is on fire.

The Balrog that would have dealt Fëanáro a mortal blow instead takes an arrow to the eye, forcing a crack in the press of fire demons wide enough for Nelyafinwë to reach in and pull him out

Fëanáro is full of fire and wrath still, but his body shakes from pain and blood loss, vision swimming at the edges, hand cramped around his sword. It’s almost like coming out of a creative fugue; tired and hungry and disoriented, and he thinks, reflexively, ah, where’s a fortifying cup of spiced wine when you need it?

But there is only ash, and pain, and his faithful sons carrying him away from what he feels, from what he knows, would have been the death of him

His wounds are many but he will live; his will is too strong

Barely has he been tended to, and settled in his tent, when the message comes; that Morgoth has sent an emissary, claiming parley and teasing about surrendering the Silmarils

It sounds too good to be true, and so it must be a trap

Nonetheless, Nelyafinwë begs leave to go

“Of course, Morgoth is lying,” he says, eyes alight with his own inner flame. “But don’t you see? He will send more than he promises and so a credible force will be moving outside Angamando. Are we to let them roam free, unchallenged? I mean to crush them, and so convey our contempt at this thinly veiled trick!”

This is true enough enough that it persuades Fëanáro to let him go, despite faint misgivings

Later, of course, they learn they should not have. All who went with Nelyafinwë have been slain, the bodies desecrated and arranged in cruel parody. The only one missing from them is Nelyafinwë himself

Fëanáro truly thought he had known anger before, when his father was slain

It is nothing compared to knowing his son may yet live, but who knows in what condition?

Fëanáro has been up to the Gates of Angamando just that very day, and his memory is impeccable. There is no forcing those doors open with what siege supplies they’ve cobbled together so far

So far

Fëanáro will change that

The Mithrim Sindar are welcoming, numbers decimated as they are from Morgoth’s initial flood of his monstrous forces, and the mountains of Hísilómë are rich in metal ores

They can make something great here; it is only a matter of time

Time the Enemy seems keen not to grant them

it seems Fëanáro can dedicate his forces to building, or wiping out the enemy, not both at once. How aggravating

There seems to be a roaming raiding party just close enough to concern them every other day

Eventually, enough is enough; Fëanáro puts Kanafinwë and Turkafinwë in charge of a cavalry force with a significant number of the remaining horses, and commands them to keep Hísilómë clear as far as they can safely roam

They are not his most useful sons for building fortifications anyhow

Under Morifinwë’s baleful and exacting directions, the possible foundations for a great fortress are mapped out; it is misty, and often rainy inside the shelter of these mountains that trap cold and wet wind from the west and north, not especially favorable building conditions when their only source of illumination comes from starlight

How the Mithrim Sindar eke out an existence in such darkness is a wonder that merits studying

Fëanáro glares down at a map; there are few eastern entrances into Hísilómë, the main one is what the locals call Eithel Sirion, the headwaters of a river. If any eastern pass shall be the greatest concern it will be one with a water source

“Does any claim the great grassy plains that encircle Angamando outside the Wethrin?” He asks of Aewendir, the surviving Lord of the MIthrim Sindar

Not that they use the word ‘Lord’ exactly. Lathron, he is called, ‘listener, hearer,’ a pun on both his function; to hear his people out that he may resolve their troubles; and the fact visibility is often terrible by the lake on account of all the mists

“No,” Aewendir says dryly. “And don’t let anyone blow smoke up your ass otherwise. We’re the only folk crazy enough to live so close to the shadow of Angband, and reviled are we for it by the southern king and his court.” He spits on the ground. “And yet it is our word the southerners rely on for news of Angband’s movements when orcs are abroad.”

Fëanáro is growing very fond of Aewendir; he has a steady practicality about him that puts him in mind of Nerdanel, and a bitterly amused yet philosophical way of looking at the world that both intrigues and disconcerts 

“We shall build at Eithel Sirion then.”

It’s yet more work to keep roving orc bands at bay, but the fortress must be built if Fëanáro is to have the facilities to devise siege weapons capable of cracking Angamando

The mountains are generous with stone, and the Land of Echoes with wood, but the constant attacks are tedious and slow things down

His Ñoldor are split three ways now; the wandering cavalry under Kanafinwë and Turkafinwë, the builders at Eithel Sirion under Morifinwë, and the rest on the western lake shore with Curufinwë, Telufinwë, and Pityafinwë directing necessary domestic efforts 

It’s all a finely oiled machine just barely balanced on a knife’s edge, the slightest upset--!

Fëanáro goes over the numbers again and again, but there’s really no help for it. If only Nelyafinwë had not gone to--

But there is no help for it so they make do. They will get through this if Fëanáro has to will it into truth

One year slips by before he knows it, and a messenger from Angamando is on their doorstep once more

The fact it is a Maia is all that keeps Fëanáro from having it slain on the spot, but that is as far as he can deduce of its identity, its fána so twisted and befouled there’s no telling what it started as

It holds an iron chest in its hands

“One year has the rightful King of Arda held the Crown Prince an esteemed guest in his home,” the being rasps through torn lips and blackened teeth. “But all good guests must leave eventually to stay a good guest. His Majesty offers your son back to you, Finwion, if you but agree to forget your Oath, depart Beleriand, and never return to darken His Majesty’s doorstep. What shall it be, Ñoldorán; your son or your jewels?”

For a shameful moment, Fëanáro’s conviction wavers. Could it truly be that easy--?

But no

Morgoth’s last offer to surrender what he stole was a lie. It was a lie then, and it is a lie now

Fëanáro will not be fooled. 

He will drive open the Gates of Angamando and rescue his son himself, and whatever miseries he has suffered will be inflicted on Morgoth fivefold! Tenfold!

“Úmaia you are, and Úvala I name your thrall-keeping master!” Fëanáro scoffs. “Slink back to your hole and tell him to stuff his false offers back behind his teeth where they belong!”

The being laughs, a horrible scraping croak that’s half a wheeze. “Very well, Finwion. A souvenir to tide you over then. A token of His Majesty’s consideration.”

The chest is tipped open and a wealth of loose red hair, vividly bright even in the light of the Fëanorian Lamps, spills out upon the ground like a bloodstain half tossed by the wind

It reeks of blood too

The breath catches in his throat. All that hair, Nelyafinwë’s pride and joy. It didn’t seem real to see it bereft of his son, to see it tossed carelessly on the ground where-- where anyone could trample it

He feels numb

The anger is too strong, there are too many directions he wants to shove it at once

Behind him, Telufinwë lets out a cry and looses an arrow into the Úmaia’s mangled torso

Fëanáro reorients. Draws his sword and shoves it through the being’s throat and cleaves its head clean off. There’s an eruption of fouled power upon its death, but it must be the weakest in Morgoth’s enthrallment for it barely rocks him on his heels

“Pay what it said no mind,” he tells his sons, the lot of them wet eyed and reaching for the hair on the ground. “The Enemy is a liar, dishonorable, and a cheat. Even if we agreed to the deal, Nelyo would only be returned to us dead. The only way to get him back is to wrest him from the pits ourselves!”

Their spirits firm. Good

[brainicusrotticus]

Got any Vace headcanons you feel like sharing? 👀

oooo boy i’m definitely digging through my brain to put some to paper now!

touch starvation

• he’s touch starved. like, this probably isn’t even a headcanon, you can’t look at that man and tell me he’s not

• he has a lot of general physical contact when it comes to training.

• but friendly, kind touch? like a hug from a friend or a joking shoulder squeeze?

• he’s always held himself apart from the other soldiers, a bit. especially when they started looking up to him. he needed respect, not affection.

• but he’s also touch-averse.

• there’s a gentleness that kind touch brings out in you

• and he is afraid of it

• for this reason, he naturally tends to lead with his left arm, the metallic one. it keeps other people’s warmth distant, and leaves them with the impression of him as something cold, hard, and made for function

• it’s just easier that way

• (but not better.)

people pleasing

• he used to be a people pleaser.

• it’s an easy habit to develop, when you’ve got abandonment issues and would do anything to get the parent who stayed to stop

• and he wasn’t strong enough to fight back, anyway

• if he got the impression that someone would even bother to look at him twice, he would practically build his whole personality towards them

• he’d pick up shared hobbies even if he hated them

• shared likes and dislikes, attitudes, world views…

• he just turned himself into a mirror, because that’s what he thought he was supposed to do

• this is what led to rex bullying him

• it’s pretty easy to see when someone’s doing this, and even easier to think it’s just them being fake, or mocking you

• after he broke rex’s arm, he stopped

• but he swung like a pendulum in the complete opposite direction

• he started intentionally scaring people off, because they never did him any fucking good

• he’d intentionally become everything they disliked if someone tried to get close

• for a while, it was a total personality shift, too

• he’d make his whole life about making them want nothing to do with him

• as he got older, he became more of a person for himself, though he still tends to mix and match quirks and interests to shrug people off

xenos

• he actually didn’t hate xenos when helios first landed

• he was wary of them, but he found them… interesting

• one of his first days out of the colony walls, he came across a hopeye that was just hanging out, making cute hopeye noises

• vace made sure there was no one around who could even possibly see this

• and then tried to pet it

• but the helios? didn’t really have animals

• so vace? didn’t really know how to handle animals

• and he startled the poor thing, which chomped down on his hand (metallic one) and then bolted

• it didn’t hurt, but it did fuck up one of the finger joints a little, and he had to fix it in engineering

• (but he did fix it himself, because he wasn’t admitting to anyone what happened)

• he admits that to solane one day, after they’ve grown close

• and solane is trying so hard to be proud of him for sharing this, because it’s hard for vace to admit anything

• but he also just desperately wants to tell vace that he’s a dumbass, of course it bit him

• (and is also so glad it was the metal hand. he’s read about rabies. he hasn’t seen anything similar on vertumna, but…)

snow

• vace doesn’t like the cold

• it makes him put on layers, it makes the metal on his arm feel weird, the parts it connects to ache… anytime he has to go into a room where the AC is kept running, he’s grumpy

• but he also used to watch a weird amount of winter holiday movies as a kid

• (he once got lum with a home alone style trap, when lum was a teenager)

• so he’s always found something kind of magical about snow

• but real snow is freezing

• (supposedly)

• (he’s never actually seen any)

• his favorite vertumna season is quiet

• sometimes, when he goes out of the colony during the snows, he just finds a quiet spot to stand and let it fall on him. it reminds him a little of stars

alcohol

• he doesn’t like alcohol. the flavor is awful, and his augment makes him a heavyweight. so trying to actually get drunk isn’t even worth it.

• but he refuses to avoid it

• he thinks it’s the only way to prove he’s not as weak as his father

• to stare the same temptation dead in the eyes, and refuse to give in

• and—he doesn’t. he doesn’t experience the change in brain chemicals, doesn’t become dependent on it.

• that doesn’t mean it’s healthy, though. especially not mentally. he’s still letting that ghost haunt him, control him

• and it takes a few years for that to finally get a mention in therapy with congruence. and even when she explains that to him, it doesn’t really… take.

• but congruence and sol share records, when necessary for the good of a patient.

• so eventually, sol sits vace down. in his office, in an appointment, completely professional setting.

• and he lays it all out for him.

• you see, alcoholism is partially influenced by genes. and if vace’s dad had the genes for it, it’s possible vace does too. but the way vace’s augment works, it’s harder for things to affect him. it would take a genuine, concerted effort to get him addicted to something. like, medical intervention.

• but if he ever has children… they might get the genes.

• but it’s not the be-all end-all. it’s also influenced by environment. strongly by the examples they see as they grow.

• and if one of his kids sees his attitude, that alcohol avoidance is some challenge to be conquered, and adopts the same attitude, without the same augment…

• vace stops drinking, then

• it does take a while, because it’s kind of habit at this point. if there’s alcohol, drink it. suffer through the nasty taste. prove you’re better. he doesnt even usually consciously decide to drink.

• but he does get there.

chronic pain

• it’s his arm

• it’s hard to hurt him in a way that leaves a permanent mark

• so to damage his arm to the point that it comes off, or needs to be removed?

• that fucks shit up

• and it was weird to him, for a long time

• he’s not super used to feeling pain, not on a scale similar to other people. he doesn’t know if his pain tolerance is high because he can take harder hits, or if he genuinely feels pain differently.

• (it’s a bit of both, really. he is harder to damage, but pain isn’t nerves being damaged. it’s nerves saying “hey, something dangerous is happening”. but, what is considered “dangerous” to his body is a different level. and that’s the level his nerves are used to. if someone else were given his augment later in life? it would take a while for the nervous system to adjust. and that while would suck.)

• but, chronic pain? it’s his nerves trying to say hey this is wrong, we should fix this, but no one listens because really, there’s not a whole lot more to do?

• phantom pain, too. it’s hard to rewire that, once the path has been made.

• but pain medication?

• well… chemical-altering substances don’t affect him nearly as easily. so they don’t help.

• he just… brute forces his way through it. refuses to let it affect his day to day life.

• he doesn’t let himself have “bad days”.

• which really just means he overexerts himself until something happens that makes him take it easy.

• (for a while, it’s rhett coming up with an excuse. or implementing a rotating system for soldiers to have a week off)

• eventually, therapy helps him start to change that mindset, too

thank you so much for sending this ask! i enjoyed digging around in my skull and pulling out headcanons like potatos, lovingly and obsessively cradling them like a goblin. i’m sure i’ll have more to share, once ive crawled into their burrows and lured them out with… i don’t know, tea? cubes of sugar? apple slices? something.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

6k in and my head is about to explode. STILL not allowed to say what i want :(

[mushroom-for-art]

A random fic I started like all the way back last yearish when I first became obsessed with Syn, same sort of world as shadow au with Syn existing in the same world as my twos possibly the other twos from @seasidemew existing there too but lmao not important this is about Syn. Please enjoy his originally intended pure villain arc, bulletpointed after the original part I wrote up so it's at least done without me having to go into super detail about everything

Evil Syn au part 1 of ??

Faint coos and gurgling could be heard within the abandoned facility, within one of the rooms the dark hued mewtwo huddled over cradling a tiny form, her crystals and makings faintly illuminating the room. The light blue infant squirmed in her arms making soft vocalizations as their stumpy tail wiggled, sparkles of glow radiated with varying brightness from dotted patterns on the infants' skin like gold dust glowing bright as they cooed once more. A crescent moon pattern formed over the child's right eye. The infant let out a whimper at a sudden chill and the older mewtwo gently shoved her snout against their small form hands carefully supporting them as she nuzzled the baby to her face, warming them through body heat and soothing them with closeness.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, no need to cry it's okay, I've got you you're safe mamma's here…" The adult whispered against their child who clumsily reached to touch and hold onto their mother beginning to purr and coo once more. Darkness could feel herself trembling as she cradled the newborn close to her, she was exhausted and sweaty to say the least and incredibly ill prepared. Her breathing wobbled as she sensed the waves of pure gaia energy radiating off of the baby in her hands, every living thing has gaia but like some cruel punishment her infant practically glowed like an overcharged battery of the stuff. And she knew…she knew she wouldn't be the only one to sense it, that others of shadow kind would come.

Her breathing hitched in her throat as a sob wracked through her chest against her control, gasping as tears splattered on the flooring beneath her. She was in no state to fight them and she didn't know how long she had. Her baby whimpered as tears fell on their skin and she whispered apologies to them as she dried them and comforting them, apologizing for crying, apologizing for upsetting them, apologizing for bringing them into such a dangerous world and apologizing that they were going to suffer because of the ill actions she partook in. They didn't understand simply purring and glowing with sparkling energy, Darkness softly licked the baby's cheek purring back to them as their hands opened and closed in a kneading manner wiggling in her hands.

"My sweet little moon."

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A demented Hydreigon was one of the first to arrive crashing straight through a wall in a wild dragon frenzy snarling and snapping wildly searching for its prey, the crystal protruding out from the back of its neck mimicking the look of its natural frills. It was loud and it was big, but it was stupid and careless and unable to turn its main head with the crystal lodged in its spine by the looks of it. It lunged crashing into a generator receiving what should've been a killer electric shock, before it could recover with electric sparks fizzling over its body. She ripped the shard right out from the creatures' lower neck, watching it jerk spasm and flop still. The crystal having become infused and embedded into and by removing it it had severed the link to the body and effectively broken the main spine. She held no sympathy for it, throwing the crystal she couldn't use across the room.

More came and despite her more exhausted state she found they were relatively manageable, she had to throw a few of the corpses outside and looked in dismay at the damages caused by these idiotic creatures figuring she'd need to move somewhere else soon somewhere safer to raise her young and hopefully learn how to mask her gaia signature by then.

By the late morning, because of course she gave birth in the night and had to be vigilantly awake ever since, she'd become almost overconfident in herself, figuring perhaps if every shadow Pokémon out there were just everyday Pokémon and this easy to defeat maybe she could cull them all and be the only one left letting her raise her child in peace.

Unfortunately fate had other ideas…

Darkness rubbed at her eyes sleepily with a yawn as she attempted to get her daughter to try some of the berry that she has pureed beyond it's life, "come on little moon," another yawn as she gently tapped her finger onto her young kittens lips leaving a small dollop of the berry puree behind in hopes her child would try to lick it off, "you need to eat something, you must be hungry, just have a little num nums please, mamas tired." The practically liquidized berry slid from her finger splatting on the floor as she gave an exhausted groan leaning her head forward closing her eyes.

She jolted awake as she felt herself slipping realizing she nearly fell asleep, she sighed licking the berry puree off her finger and gently licking her babys' face clean wondering how she even managed to get berry puree in her forehead as she slowly walked to the medical room which she'd been using as her sleeping room. She shuffled over to the recovery bed at the end side of the room where she'd hoarded all the different fabrics that she enjoyed the texture of, climbing onto the bed carefully while holding her kitten in one hand she shuffled her feet and legs and available hand adjusting the fabrics into a makeshift nest. Using her tail she lifted a blanket and shuffled backwards under it lowering the blanket onto herself effectively tucking herself into her nest comfortable buried inside, she moved a pillow as she moved to lie on her side placing the pillow next to her chest and gently placing her kitten on top of the pillow and laying the blanket over them so that she was close, wouldn't get squished and wouldn't get too hot being put too deep in the nest. Through Darkness did wrap her arm over and under the pillow with her hand gently resting on her kitten just to be safe.

Dark attempts to get some mceepyin cause she's so fucking tired my guy holy shit it's been a long day with a wiggling kitten and people coming literally trying to kill her baby to drain her life energy, baby wiggles and cooes

Outside the sky darkens as something powerful and dangerous approaches

Dark bolts awake as Syn makes contact with the floor outside gasping to herself sensing his power now suddenly through her sleep, he takes a moment eyeing the damaged structure before floating inside hunting down the radiating glow of life energy unlike anything he'd ever sensed

Dark attempts to flee but her path is blocked off by Syn, they stare at each other assessing the others power level he can sense she's weakened but is aware she's very powerful and she can sense his power too. His eyes fall on the infant in her arms that she possessive pulls closer to her body attempting to hide with her hands, he only assumes they are same place same time hunting the same life force and he's not in the mood for sharing

He strikes for her, she barely manages to dodge swinging her tail at him but hitting a wall restricted by the hallway space she's stuck he gets a kick in right to her soft delicate tummy

She stumbles backwards a few steps, baby starting to cry in her arms, aura glowing off her body brightly going through Darks fingertips. She can't fight him and protect her. She focuses and teleports the baby away just as he goes to grab for child slamming her head down to nut him

He growls in frustration stepping back and turning to leave as he came for that gaia source not her and she's less worth it in his opinion, the strike in the back makes him stumble forward before glaring over his shoulder with a dangerous growl

He moves first with greater speed ramming dark backwards through the walls of the structure sending her body crumpling outside sliding against the dirt, he glares darkly as he steps through the hole in the wall following after her slightly amused when her weaker body gets up

They fight some more and he'd almost be impressed if he wasn't so already done and pissed off with her tbh she tries to slash him with her tail he manages to beat and bruise her with his ect until and attack from him topples her over the end of the ledge the lab was on and her body falls hitting nearly every rock on the way down falling right into a muddy ditch

He looks over the edge and can't see her past the tree line or sense her anymore to finish the job as she suppresses her aura, he scans searching before sensing gaia baby's aura again and flying off after it

Meanwhile elsewhere Maybe just got jumpscared by randomly spawning baby child that she caught out the air from falling holding in her arms comforting to stop them crying. Matt judging (he's the baby >:c not that baby doesn't like to share)

When they sense shadow pokemon approaching they both bolt and as Maybe runs holding this child she must protect her powers kick in mega evolving and she's running at speeds she rarely achieves weaving through the trees with skill gaia glowing through her from the baby keeping her going

Until Syn appears in her way getting in front of her making her slide to a stop and take a step back. He eyes this new mewtwo up because mega mewtwo x huh? He can take em without even mega evolving then he's got a 6’4 mewtwo to crush when he beats the mega out of em.

He takes a warning step closer watching the other back away, “now let's be reasonable,” the last mewtwo was just a thing protecting it's catch, this mewtwo might have sense, “I don't want to harm /you/” he emphasizes, “I just want that gaia lifeforce you're holding there, nobody has to get hurt” his tail swings up and slams down crushing the skull of an approaching shadowed pikachu, he chuckles, “nobody reasonable that is”

“You think I don't know what you'll do if I hand over this child?” his expression betraying his surprise at a female voice but only briefly face falling into annoyance as she cups the infant closer to her body trying to soothe the distressed baby, “you'll drain her of all her lifeforce,” maybe steps back from him still seeing his expression turn dark at her lack of cooperation, “like fuck am I letting you do that.”

Syn tuts to himself looking to the side disappointed before lunging forward at her surprised as she dodged senses heightened for the gaia being willingly given and shared with her swinging her spare arm to slam her fist down into his spine as he attempted to go for her hitting the ground and sliding painfully which just riles him up more

They fight and he's amused by how much she's compromised by how she has to hold and protect the child from him it makes her fighting sloppy and restrictive a waste of a mega form and he's a bit impressed by how long she's holding it for

He shoves her up against a tree one hand grabbing her upper arm that's holding the baby the other grabbing her hand grinning up at her before he mega evolves just to tower over her, he hears the bone in her upper arm crunch in his grip as she yells out in pain for it

Her tail wraps around the tree tightly and she heaves up her legs kangaroo kicking him in the gut away his feet sliding back through the dirt and crashing into a tree himself causing him to grunt and wheeze glaring at her to hide his surprise and intrigue at her battle prowess

The sharp movement of air as she takes off causes him to stagger before moving to quickly fly after her

She flies fight into Matt snarling something at him as he enters mega Y and zooms off with blinding speed as she locates Syn coming right for her moving and flying right back at him

They crash dangerously sending a shock wave of energy through the area trees bending at the force she grabs him with her hands and tail determined to drag him down in a death roll and using the momentum and confusion to crash them both down her knees digging into his form as they crash together her victory short lived swinging an arm successfully back handing punching her across the face sending her flying off body scraping against the ground

As he gets up back bruised and some injuries on his front he realises…. She was a distraction looking off towards where the mega Y shot off he goes to follow until his tail is grabbed and he's swung thrown backwards, “no you don't, I'm not done with you”

He cant help laughing at that assessment, she's not done with him? Ha! “well I was willing to ignore you until we next met but if you insist, tell me, how long can you keep that mega form” going for her again knowing that this other mewtwo has been mega far longer than him and was likely fueled by the gaia energy so how long is she going to last with the extra energy gone?

To Syns great annoyance he will discover it's a fucking while!! She doesn't betray her growing weariness or tiredness as they fight fists colliding and moves exploding off of each other, for the second time that day he's nutted this time under the chin causing him to bite his tongue and spit out blood annoyed. She hits hard and she can take a hard hitting. It'd be greatly desirable were he not so interested in his hunt for the gaia lifeforce

She screams as while tackling her he rips open her back with synergy dark energy covered claws pinning her onto the ground his claws sunk deep into her back flesh pinned there by her own body weight as he kneels over her feeling her life drained through his fingers and the blood in his palms

He can see the energy of her aura and mega flicker and fizzle before receiving a punch in the side of his neck guard not thinking much of it if she wants to get crystals in her hands so be it until he felt the burning sensation yelling and throwing himself away from her her and his blood splattering the grass as he touches the stab(???) wound feeling it burn his aura flickering and seeing synergy claws protruding from the backs of her hands as she stands up slowly despite her bleeding back

Her victory is short lived her mega form breaks, he covers his eyes for the bright glow eyes level to meet his adversary before dropping down to actually see her, she was shorter than he anticipated…

He chuckles and then he cackles and he enters a full blown laugh looking at the 5’4 mewtwo before him, “oh dearest, you are not what I expected~” he cooes mockingly amused by the turn of events. This entire time she'd just been boosted by the gaia then? And he thought she was your average mewtwo. Though it wasn't needed he stayed in mega form he had a Y to hunt as he turned to leave her there

She'd been a good fight and while he would've delighted in killing her he was just amused enough by her sorry state he figured he'd show some mercy after all he had bigger fish to fry. He quickly came to regret that as despite being bloodied bruised and heaving for her breath she grabbed his tail as he attempted to fly away swinging to smash him into the ground

“Oh you're not fucking going anywhere,” he glares at her from the ground, still so determined to die then. Find he'd give her that.

Despite the loss of mega she kept going she still hit hard and took the beatings he was giving out, how was he keeping up, how was her arm that he broke healed?! He managed to strike her down standing on her head to push her down into the dirt, “this” he breathed heavy the exertion of mega evolution getting to him but he tried not to betray that, “has been quite the experience, but you have been bested, now why don't you lie there and submit before I break and splatter your skull across the dirt and pebbles hm?” it'd probably have been easier for him to just do what he was threatening than just threaten it. Perhaps she intrigued him or he just wanted to prolong the game and get her properly later

He didn't expect her to bite his fucking FOOT. He snarled pulling his foot away sharply before kicking her clean in the face sending her crashing into the bottom of a tree her nose broken and bloodied as he glared. This would be impressive if it didn't piss him off so much watching her once more force herself back to her feet meeting his glare with her own determined scowl

“Nuh uh. Not yet.” she smirked at him past the blood from her nose and the bruises and wounds. Her goal ultimately was just to distract him really keep his attention on her as long as she physically could to give her brother the best headstart from escaping this shadow mewtwo as she could and that was what fueled her right now. Pure determination and grit.

In honesty this segment of the fight she's getting most of the beating he starts to not hold back from the sheer anger and frustration of how much she's denying his exit he MUST beat her now it's not about leaving her to pursue the gaia is far enough away now she has his whole undivided attention /bad very very bad

He grabs her by the throat as she staggers to try to stand picking her up off the ground as he chokes her, “oh there,, there we go,” he can see and sense it she's reaching her limit now she can't go on and he simply purrs and cooes as though comforting her even as he grips her throat, “that's it,” he exhales a soft chuckle, “that's it” she was quite the fight but he WON

Her hands grasp the one holding her throat struggling to breathe before moving to grab one of his crystal formations causing him to snarl out in pain feeling her attempt to drain it?? Turning his head sharply he sinks his teeth into her wrist returning the bites she'd bestowed upon him making her yelp out on pain whimpering he slams her into a rock hand on her throat his other hand pinning her bitten wrist to the rock painfully rocks jabbing into her back as he licks her blood from his lips finally letting his mega form slip standing over her smugly

She still grasps at the hand on her throat with her remaining hand and weakly she shoves her feet against his legs trying to push against him to leverage herself to reduce the choking or trying to shove him away he couldn't tell but he could feel her weakening from it, his grip tightening when she attempts to weakly kick at him with her foot watching her struggle exhaling a struggled breath eyes about to roll back into unconsciousness before he eases his grip again hearing her struggle to gasp the little air she can spluttering tears rolling out her eyes from the choking, he can see her even trying to mega evolve the energy flickering around her and from her mega stone in her chest but it can't form she's too weak it's a cute attempt tho

Now at this point it could go two ways because while she's been #annoying as fuck, for him I'm not sure if while doing all this he thought oooh girl~ (shock me like an electric eel(idk I've seen the meme about))

Bad end she mumbles gurgles something struggling for being choked and while he's confident in his victory he smirks leaning closer saying softly, “what was that hm? Final words?” he hears her gasp inhaling shortly struggling before uttering “I,,, still won” before she bites right into his face that was leant close to hers bonus points if she takes a chunk outta his lip because hm yea lip biting sexy but this time it's for ripping his flesh off lmao which would just send him from his content I won 0 to moving his hand from her throat to slam her head back and feral biting right into her throat draining her lifeforce violently killing a scream before it can leave her. Does he need to bite her like a feral vampire? No but he's annoyed now she bit his fucking pretty face!!! Took a chunk out his fucking lip!!! Throat rights revoked! He drains her and tears her throat out in the process from how violently he was biting dropping her body watching the blood gush out her throat and spitting out the flesh in his teeth beyond pissed off but hmm that was a satisfying meal she was so full of life and so potent too~ before taking off to finish the hunt he started

Worse ending he looks at the slightly glowing pulsing mega stone in her chest making a purr to himself remembering her synergy attack and the fact she tried to drain his own crystal, his psychic breaking off a shard from himself wincing at the pain but ignoring it, “aw, did you want my crystal? Here. /You can have it!/” his voice louder as he speaks with intent but not shouting as his psychic stabs plunging the crystal through her mega stone scene cuts to black background silhouette views the yellow crystal going through her white mega stone and the yellow veins rapidly growing through her body and consuming her eyes indicating the Synergy shadow taking over her and infecting her. Teams have been forcefully reshuffled. Player 2 is now on Team Shadow. Why Syn thought corrupting the girl he's spent the better part of an hour or more fighting would be a good idea I'm not sure but sometimes the rush of combat and adrenaline can be blinding girl who could keep up with him in combat? Wants wants wants

Either ending Matts having a panic attack in a Milktank field as the baby gets some needed moomoo milk rocking back and forth because he is NOT prepared for this wah

And that's the end of that idk chapter? Segment? I'm not sure XD I don't know how this will be finished tbh but I just wanted to write about them beating the shit out of each other and Syn just??? You fucking bit me????

Hunter you're welcome to add any of your own thoughts and opinions on how you think it'd go and end and what you think might happen from here cause I'm at a loss lmao I hope you enjoy your son being evil

[countthelions]

in which we see how our duo has grown, with a bit of fire and chaos of a town left burning

[ihasafandom]

Carnage Re-Write Part 6

Part 6/?

First / Second / Third / Fourth / Previous / Next

Awesome, so now we just have to re-arrange our plot list into some semblance of order, add anything missing and remove anything extraneous, and boom! We have a plot outline, organized into scenes.

Villains: mayhem Mulligan: shoot frances Villains: in prison/institute Cletus, Shriek: love you/getting moved to another institute convo

Title Card

Eddie & V: movies/games Eddie & Mulligan: "he wants to talk to you" call Venom: hunger (out of chocolate)

Mrs Chen's out too. Friends =/= food intro Settle on sushi (expensive, not satisfying, dead [non-nutritious]) and fries (doesn’t have any of the stuff V needs)

Eddie & Cletus: demands convo Venom: sensory seeking behaviour Eddie: hush V while trying to work

Eddie: be in a hurry V&Eddie: stop mugger Venom: hungry (rebuffed)

Eddie, Anne & Dan: Marriage Convo Eddie: drive recklessly Venom: save them

Eddie & V: jealousy convo Friends =/= food reinforcement Re: Dan

Villains: pine for eachother (jealousy/pining resonance)

Eddie & V: wakeup sequence (first movie parallel) Eddie: experience depression Chickens: intro Venom: experience sensory deprivation, hunger; exhibit sensory-seeking behaviour

V: try to do something nice for Eddie (backfires) Eddie & Venom: breakfast scene Eddie: experience sensory overload

Eddie: be in a hurry, drive recklessly

Cletus: recount backstory Venom: like the sound of the mayhem Cletus: wants message delivered to Frances Venom: likens to wanting to fight for Anne

Venom: hunger (forbidden to leave apartment) Venom: Sensory seeking behaviour Venom: violate boundaries (go for a joyride)

Eddie: experience violated boundaries and consequences for V's actions (callback to Anne in 1st movie) Eddie & Venom: breakup fight

Venom: breakup aftermath, bad decision Venom: party hard Venom: "coming out" and being persecuted euphemisms Venom: do party drugs Venom: experience sensory overload

Venom: break down and discuss Eddie & bad hosts with drunk girls in bathroom while hiding in bathroom from overload Venom: miss Eddie for practical reasons Partygoers: suggest finding a better partner

Venom: find a better host

Eddie: breakup aftermath, bad decision Eddie: do productive writing Chickens: have needs

Eddie: head to Mrs Chen's for chicken advice Eddie: see someone in trouble along the way, get roughed up trying to help someone

Eddie & Mrs Chen: do business Mrs Chen: chickens=venom re:needs

Venom: break Cletus out

Mulligan: call Eddie re: breakout

Eddie: try to do Venom-style investigation without Venom Eddie: miss V for practical reasons Eddie: get arrested for B&E

Eddie: call on a friend

Anne: girlboss, practice law Eddie: get relationship advice Anne: getting Eddie out will take time

Eddie: experience consequences Eddie: experience sensory deprivation Eddie: sensory seeking behaviour Eddie: miss Venom for emotional reasons

Cletus & Venom: joyride Cletus: rescue Frances & other inmates

Villains: party hard, cause mayhem Cletus: experience minor setback Cletus & Carnage: sensory seeking behaviour Cletus: eats a "friend" Venom: Friends=/=Food Venom & Cletus: breakup fight Venom: experience violated boundaries Carnage: born

Venom: experience consequences Venom: get stranded with dying host Venom: call on a friend

Carnage & Cletus: introductions, insta-bond 100% match Frances: Jealous Cletus: proposes to Frances (carnage can come too) Villains: plan wedding guests

Dan: be helpful and unflappable Venom: explain panic & call for help Dan: patch someone up (temp host) Venom: miss Eddie for emotional reasons Venom: get relationship advice Dan: Liken Eddie to chickens re: needs Dan: confirm that he and Anne will still be their friends, Eddie or no Venom: forgive Dan & let go of Anne

Villains: burst into police station Carnage: gets hit by Scream's sonics Carnage: experience sensory overload Cletus: mediate Carnage & Shriek Mulligan: get kidnapped Carnage: smells Eddie Villains: 2 for 1, kidnap Eddie too Leave Anne alive, tell her to get word to V

Dan gets call from Anne

Dan & Venom: meet Anne and Mrs Chen at Church Anne is better host: She-venom She-Venom downs chocolate & chicken & tots from Mrs Chen

She-Venom: enter church Villains: have hostages Carnage: explain motivation re: venom Frances: explain motivation re: mulligan Cletus: explain motivation re: Eddie

Carnage, Shriek, Cletus: start marriage

She-Venom: Objects Venom: wishes to bond with Eddie instead of Anne for this wedding

Villains: bicker Cletus, Shriek, and Carnage: domestic violence Cletus: Protest Frances: realization Carnage: violate boundaries Cletus: experience violated boundaries

Venom & Eddie: notice the villains are unsynched Eddie & Venom: Needs/wants talk while fighting villains Eddie & Venom: Get the upper hand

Villain: Grab a hostage Eddie & Venom: Lose the upper hand

Shriek: turn the tables on Carnage Carnage: experience sensory overload Shriek: fight Carnage for Cletus Villains: Breakup fight

Priest: the villains are like chickens Everyone:??? Priest: They will peck their own flockmates to death at the hint of blood Everyone: ???? Priest: I grew up on a farm

Venom & Eddie: Win fight

Cletus: complain to Eddie that he just wanted to be his friend Venom: Friends =/= food payoff "Friends are not food. … You, however" Cletus: Get eaten

Fight Wrap-Up Eddie & Venom: escape before cops get there Mulligan: buy them some time

Credits Roll

Mid-Credits Scene:

Eddie & Venom unpacking heavy-duty stim toys while discussing their plan to go on a vacation and have some "them" time to figure things out Venom: mention that they have some time now foodwise, since they glutted while in cletus Eddie: verbally accept that he's going to have to compromise some on the foood thing. Venom: verbally accept that Eddie needs quiet time sometimes, and mention some options for what it could do/who it could bond with in the meantime (Or this could be like a list of options on a whiteboard in the bg.)

End--credits scene:

Spider-man sees Venom break Cletus out of prison on cameras, then Eddie escaping from the Church aftermath

End Credits

Heads up: I'm probably going to stop with the outline, but if anyone wants to take it and make an actual fic, or a modified version of the movie script, or anything like that, be my guest! I'd love to see it, I just have too many wips already to actually get into the fic part. :)

Any other suggestions on things to change in this outline?

Regardless, I have at least one more post in this series: my initial re-write burst from right after I woke up, mentioned at the start of this all. I haven't looked at it since starting to write all this up, so we get to see what I've improved on or forgotten about since then.

Hopefully I will be finished @symbruary by May

Part 6/7?

First / Second / Third / Fourth / Previous / Next

[hychlorions]

for someone who said they're bad at making outlines the one first one i ever made for my (also first ever finished) multichapter fic was actually pretty thorough like. that thing had a timetree so i knew what days of the week each event happened + corrections to the calendar with notes why certain story beats got moved and a timeline for past events from before the story. and flight time information and an appendix for photo references

also for someone who says they're bad at titles i was pretty good at naming the document for the outline

[pearlescentpearl]

Rebirthed!Maedhros AU post 3

You know what time it is, folks, capping the last post again at 7 parts.

Part 15!

“What do you mean they’re blaming Uncle Arafinwë?” Russandol demands

Eyeing him tiredly, Findekáno notes the faint dark circles under his eyes, the delicate tremor in his hands, the way he flinched when he tried to hug his cousin

“They’re inconsolable, and seeking to rationalize a cause and effect,” he repeats, verbatim, what Nienna had solemnly explained to them. “The fire started on his and Aunt Eärwen’s ship. They’d never believe their own princess foolish enough to set a ship on fire, even by accident, and her children were raised as Teleri as they were Noldo. So,” Findekáno shrugs angrily

“So it must be the outsider husband’s fault,” Russandol finishes bitterly. “How do they figure that?”

Findekáno shrugs again, clenching his hands together. “The only area of the ship where fire is allowed is the kitchen.” Because Fëanárian Lamps handily replaced every candle, torch, and lantern they’d used on ships before, but Fëanáro hasn’t yet invented a fireless source of heat. “And since we Ñoldor hold that the men are the cooks...”

“I see.”

“Mind you, Olwë doesn’t believe this,” Findekáno says, dragging the conversation along in the hopes he won’t be subjected to yet another round of grieving, outraged tirade against the Teleri

He’s already sat through Aikanáro, Eldalótë, and Artanis’ reactions. Plus his parents’ reaction, Turukáno’s, his grandparents, and Fëanáro. He loves Russandol, but he’s not sitting through Fëanáro But Worse. He’s tired 

“But he’s also having difficulty believing it’s Melkor’s work. Not that we know it’s Melkor’s work, we only suspect. The Teleri are really used to being largely ignored by greater Valinor.”

“Who does believe it then?” Russandol says, evidently willing to set aside any outbursts in favor of focusing on the situation at hand, for which Findekáno loves him even more

“When I left Tirion, we still hadn’t heard back from Olwë on who started the rumors, just that his people were starting to mutter about it.”

Grandfather had been terrifying to behold, in his anger at the news. Even Fëanáro had been taken aback by the sight of his rock steady, indulgent parent so wrathful

Grandmother went silent. She wanted no one to disturb her while she embroidered the funeral shrouds for her youngest child and his two eldest sons

Findekáno isn’t foolish enough to think she isn’t just as angry

She’s just honing the blade of her temper 

“And you? How have you been holding up? You look awful.”

Russandol’s mouth twists. “I had a... protracted episode. A few days ago.” At Findekáno inquisitive look, he elaborates; “Wandered off into the deep Gardens and got stuck in my memories, for some reason. I don’t remember what set it off.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah,” Russandol looks down. “Everything’s... off. I don’t know how to describe it.”

“You don’t have to, you just tell me what you need from me,” Findekáno says

Russandol shrugs a shoulder, but the twist of his mouth softens and some of the tension goes out of his jaw, so Findekáno will call it a victory

He needs all of them he can get these days

He’s not blind to the fact Melkor -- and they do believe it’s Melkor at work -- that the Vala went to Alqualondë in response to him trying to fortify Tirion against him

Aikanáro, now Head of the House of Arafinwë until his father or his brothers return, or Artaresto wants the headship when he’s full grown, had given him a long look when Findekáno, spurred by a deep well of guilt, tried to apologize

Findekáno told himself he wouldn’t let Melkor make him believe any evil thing the Vala did was his fault, and he holds to that

That doesn’t mean he can’t be sorry for others suffering

“Am I supposed to be blame you for protecting our people?” Aikanáro had said to him

“No, I just...” Findekáno didn’t know what he ‘just’

“We didn’t do enough,” Aikanáro said, swallowing hard. “We took the warning to Grandfather Olwë, and then we didn’t do anything. We didn’t even try to encourage him, or our uncles, to do anything. We just assumed Melkor would keep on ignoring the Teleri. After all, wasn’t that why Grandfather Finwë bade us evacuate there? But we are none us safe until we all band together and deal with the threat.”

And then Aikanáro lost the battle of wills against his tears and crawled into Findekáno’s arms until he felt strong enough to face the world again

“They’ll be alright in Mandos, won’t they?” He’d whispered

“They’ll be just fine,” Findekáno promised, kissing the crown of his spiky hair. “They‘ll be back before you know it.”

“Think they’ll back as quick as you were?” Aikanáro asked, so hopeful that he could only agree 

There is no earthly way Findekáno can explain that it wasn’t so much that he re-embodied quickly because he healed quickly, so much as he bolted past Námo’s legs like a cat spotting a cracked open door at the nearest opportunity with his dignity intact, so he doesn’t

“You do enough,” Russandol says, breaking Findekáno out of his reverie. “You’re doing far more than I can, really.”

“Hey, no, don’t do that to yourself,” Findekáno protests. “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t even know to be on our guards. Melkor would have caught us with our pants down--”

Russandol abruptly blanches gray, eyes wild

“Russo?” Findekáno says sharply, half lurching to his feet

Russandol clenches his eyes shut, swallows hard, and takes deep breaths through his nose. “Just a memory. From Mísrilya. It’s all--” he gestures curtly to his temple, “a bit raw, right now. Too close to the surface.”

“Do you want to--”

“No.”

“--switch to a lighter topic?” Findekáno pivots smoothly. “In fact, I insist. I came all this way to visit you. What kind of projects do have going? Are you still into woodworking? Or did you pick up any new hobbies lately? You were telling me all about how interesting the wickerwork is here just last month.”

A content Russandol is a Russandol that hops between hobbies the way bees hop between flowers; with utter abandon 

He’ll throw himself into his present joy all the way to journeyman status, accumulate a storeroom’s worth of finished projects to foist on all his friends (mostly Findekáno. it’s mostly Findekáno), then gets bored, picks a new joy, cycle repeat

His parents treat this apparent restlessness with endless indulgence, but it drives his brothers who have committed themselves to their crafts up the walls and all the way across the ceiling

Haltingly, Russandol went with the subject change, describing the paneled divider he was carving out to liven up his living space

Findekáno is gratified when he eventually stops looking like he’s going to be violently ill

“So many of the birds snatch up the wood shavings for their nests, I barely have to sweep,” Russandol jokes half-heartedly

“One less thing to worry about!” Findekáno says, injecting as much cheer as he can muster

“Yes, but I’d hoped to use those shavings!” 

“So do the birds!”

[thescrapwitch]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nerdanel & Sons of Fëanor, Fëanor | Curufinwë/Nerdanel Characters: Nerdanel (Tolkien), Sons of Fëanor, Fëanor | Curufinwë Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Time Travel, Fix-It, bullet point fic, let's all just pretend that the tapestries work like this Summary:

Nerdanel, after thousands of years of loneliness and grief, was not expecting a gift from Míriel to send her back in time to before her husband and sons were lost. A blessing and a curse, to see her family again when her soul was worn down from weariness. To know what future loomed over their heads with no idea how to stop it.

She had endured the worst once. She wasn’t sure she could endure it again.

[courfee]

my way of world building is to write an entire prequel story

[cryptidfuckery]

i honest to god think that every fandom should participate in/use bulletpoint fics. it is such a fun way to get out an idea with less worry about it bein a completely cohesive thing, AND it's easy for people to add on their own ideas/additions without breaking the writing style necessarily

[forabeatofadrum]

Thank you @you-remind-me-of-the-babe​ and my God, another Wednesday. Time flies. We’re already on day 10 of January. What’s next? February???

I did some writing, but uhhhh, my mind went in a completely different direction. Sometimes, instead of writing for the fics you are actively working on, you just gotta write something for a WIP that has been on and off in your mind since 2017 for a niche fandom.

Have some out of context sentences for a fic of a fandom I’m sure none of y’all are in, namely the Sarah Jane Adventures fandom:

“Luke?”

“Yeah?”

“You know I don’t mind, don’t you?”

“I know.”

“And you know that I don’t mind that you didn’t tell me.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, the only thing I mind is that I might’ve made it more difficult for you. And for that… I’m sorry.”

“Right.”

“Uh. Yeah. That’s all.”

Will the SJAEU/Human Nature ever be published? Who knows. I was going to write my Klaine and Snowbaz shit but then I was up till 6am thinking about this and yesterday I was thinking about my Tina fic, where it explores the representation of Asians in Glee (after Jenna’s insightful comment in the latest podcast ep) and now my mind is basically going brrrrrr about all the WIPs.

Tagging @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias  @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen​ @cutestkilla​ @nausikaaa​/@wellbelesbian​ @artsyunderstudy​ @martsonmars​ @facewithoutheart​

[remyfire]

The cycle of fanwork creating is really amazing, like, just the endless repetition of releasing something, and not even 24 hours later being like idk why I create, am I even bringing something interesting and unique to the community, is it even worth it if it is not Life Changing and Influential—