#ficspiration

[unicornpopcorn14]

inspired by @sensitiveheartless comic

Thinking abt Dazai being infatuated with Chuuya's resting face after corruption.

Thinking about how he progressively ventured with how much he provided caring touches each time Chuuya is out cold.

These are the only moments he sees Chuuya completely resting, without anger or stress drawn onto his features. These are the only times Soukoku can even have silent moments between them, free of exclaims and insults.

The first few instances Dazai would just sit beside him, observe from afar the way his chest heaves and the blood trickles from his skin. The way he's completely vulnerable without a care in the world, like Dazai's presence is somehow grounding for him, safe. And isn't that the dumbest thing he'd ever concluded?

Then the Dragon Head conflict happens, and Dazai can't help but carress his hair, give him a sense of comfort after Chuuya just told him to never stop him. He doesn't hate it as much as he thought it would.

But then, as they resort to corruption more and more, he'd take a risk and hold his hand, maneuvering him to be more comfortable. It would be a pain to have Chuuya develop essential tremors for how his hands shake at these times, wouldn't it? So he'll keep them steady, never letting the blood stain the bandages, else Chuuya would figure him out.

The next time he'd hold Chuuya completely in his arms, because surely the ground can't be that comfortable, and he'd hate for his dog to get sclerosis or something.

And rarely, when they are truly alone, when Dazai is sure they're in the clear, he'd even lean forward so he's resting on Chuuya's shoulder, almost falling asleep himself. His coat is black, so it'd never show the blood smearing him everywhere. And Chuuya isn't that smart to reckon what happens when he falls asleep. It's fine.

Chuuya would be hurled the moment he conveys the smallest signs of waking up, even if he isn't waking up at all, and Dazai would collect himself with an inhale, struggling to fully accept his indulgence in these quiet moments, and knowing he'd miss them for how gradually shorter they're becoming.

And, in fact, Chuuya had already made the connection, seeing how he wakes up with blood smearing Dazai's white shirt, despite getting nullified solely by the wrist, and being wildely far away from Dazai every time at the result of being thrown, despite feeling like he was cozily held not a second earlier.

Though for how hard Dazai is trying to keep this from him, he doesn't find it in himself to be obnoxious about it. And really, he isn't awake for it anyways, so there isn't a risk of him gagging from how sappy this all is. He'll be lenient this once and grant the bastard what he guesses is some sort of comfort for him.

Thus he never brings it up.

[tulipe-rose]

forget I just posted that because I just thought of the funniest skk fic prompt while brooding in bed and scrolling through my dashboard.

Pm skk, but they stay at an abandoned hospital, that surprisingly still has its beds, for the night (organizations like the sheep usually get to them as soon as the place gets abandoned).

They split up to check the place for any threats before meeting back at the main lobby, giving each other the all clear. They're both too weary to actually sleep despite the apparent lack of threat so they decide to pull an all nighter. They take all the mattresses off the beds and stack them on top of each other using Chūya's ability and begin playing some twisted versions of sleepover games like 'never have I ever'. There's always a penalty lmao.

Oh and there's this unspoken competition on who'd fall asleep first. Competitive mfs here.

Chūya begins feeling drowsy from staying put for too long so he abruptly gets up and just casually strolls around in circles until an idea pops into his head and a devilish grin spreads across his face. He heads over to one of the hospital beds and rocks it a little to test its wheels. Mildly rusty but functional enough. nothing his ability can't solve.

Dazai be looking at him and like 'really?' and Chūya smirks back in 'you chickening out?' which ends up with them racing through the halls and down flights of stairs on mattress-less hospital beds, repositioning the mattresses at the bottom to cushion the crash. They head over to the kitchens later and unexpectedly find an ancient radio that seemed to have a small issue where some wires were connected wrong, easy fix for Chūya, who spent most of his life living off scraps and repairing stuff like this all the time. (Dazai thinks it's cool but he'd rather let Mori admit him into therapy than admit it; he can just drive the therapist a little insane and gaslight them into believing Dazai is perfectly fine.)

There's little to no signal in the kitchens (seriously what was this thing doing there in the first place?) so they end up scouring the hospital (they give up 2 minutes and forty seconds in.) for signal until they just head over to the roof, which was full of broken and discarded objects.

They sit at the edge and settle on listening to a punk rock song that was audible enough with the tune being satisfying enough. The light pollution in this part of suribachi city was especially non-existent, so the stars burned brightly, the sky's beauty a sight to behold for Dazai, who didn't see stars all that often given that he was a city boy through and through, and a nostalgic scenery for Chūya, who used to stargaze whenever he had too much to think about. The atmosphere was tranquil, calming even, for a while there.

They spend the last two hours before sunrise sitting there mostly in silence, save for some small talk and the occasional comment about every new song that came on. It was actually nice.

They head out by sunrise, calling Hirotsu up to send them a car once they were out of the broken down area and into familiar Mafia territory.

They go back to the hospital again as twenty two year olds, Chūya having taken the radio with him last time, returns with it, the signal as bad as it was back then. They felt like teenagers again /pos (for them, being a teenager was actual hell so I felt the need to specify that this is a good thing in this case), the place felt more and more nostalgic the longer they strolled through the halls, the mattresses they left, torn up and yellow, exactly the way they left them.

The stars were just as beautiful as they were all those years ago.

[karlmarxsposts]

I need a fic rec!!!

Stucky, no smut, emotional, angst, rumlow (and other hydra agents) gets what he deserves (not included in fic but assumed after), sambucky (after Steve leaves), the power of stucky love!!!

Steve doesn't realise the winter soldier is Bucky until long after the fight and he has the time to fully process and respond. He articulates and lays out everything he feels in that moment instead of it being brushed past.

40s stucky heavily present in this moment, where Steve talks about everything they shared back then to bring him back.

Sam sees everything and understands them both.

Communication!!!!

I know this is very specific but I would very much like for anyone who would like to write this, to take it and run.

[hello-galad]

You know, another idea I'm developing (because I couldn't sleep last night and my brain wanted to *write* but my body wanted to *rest*) is focused on the fact that before c!Nimona arrived to c!Ballister's life, he had been giving The Institute an excuse for it's existence by proclaiming himself the villain of the Kingdom. Ballister single-handedly (heh, get it?) encouraged the crown to give enough power and resources to the Institute --and the Director--, to develop new weapons and technology.

The Director definitively did not want to kill Ballister Blackheart because that meant that she would not have a reasonable justification to keep the Institute working day and night to get the "ultimate" weapon.

Ambrosius and Ballister know this and that is why they have created these series of "rules" around their weird* "I hate you and resent you, but I love you, although I'll rather die than say that out loud, but if you died I would die too"-relationship.

So when The Director finally finds her "Ultimate weapon" in the shape of Nimona and she demands that Ambrosius kills Ballister, everything suddenly becomes too real and they are, for the first time in years, placed on a battlefield that has no rules or regulations that allows them to dance around each other and Ambrosius is NOT going to let Ballister die, but unfortunately, he knows by experience that The Director has wanted Ballister six feet under for 15 years now and this time, he cannot use the "the modified spear was too heavy" excuse to try and just hurt Ballister without killing him because if he doesn't, then The Director will.

*(affectionate)

[monsoonpandawrites]

revamped the inspo playlist for At Dawn and feeling hyped to drop the next chapter this week - we're about to hit the song 'Apocalypse'.

<3 as always to all the other sfkr inspirations for this inspiration - you have amazing music taste! If you have any other recs I would love to hear them

if you're into 'how it's made' rambling, themes to listen out for are:

Flowers/growing/bodies/organic motifs (got a wolf or two in there for Cloud)

lab/tech/medical vibes/sickness/wounds/infection

Water/washing away/cold/falling/floating/drowning/baptism

Fire/destruction/heat/burning

Sun/moon/stars/planets

Dawn/day/night/twilight/light/dark

Life/death/apocalypse/rebirth

Dreams/memory/transformation

Love/longing/safety/togetherness/ties and threads

Silver and gold/Green and blue

[happy-hokkyokugitsune]

Tendou and Semi start a travel vlog and become vegabonds traversing the world together.

The travel vlog is just a side-hustle though.

Tendou is still a chocolatier, but instead of a physical shop he has a channel where he shares his creations online.

Semi already makes money online with his music, but he also busks in bars and such wherever they are.

They also set up a booth with Semi's merch and albums. The music is amazing, but the free chocolate with every purchase helps as well.

I can see them both being incredibly happy living this way.

[nothingelsematterswrites]

character development

me, writing small pieces and learning the ‘voices’ of some of the new drivers: so, Oscar is from Melbourne, and Logan is from the US, and they were both at Prema for a while together

me: ....

me: .....

me: .......

me: there was absolutely an argument over Starbucks.

[buckets-and-trees]

[asideoftrashplease]

And this is how we danced: with our mothers’

white dresses spilling from our feet, late August

turning our hands dark red. And this is how we loved:

a fifth of vodka and an afternoon in the attic, your fingers

sweeping though my hair—my hair a wildfire.

- Ocean Vuong

[eek-a-tron]

Y’all, lots of these are just reality :(

Yawn they weren’t roommates, rent is due

Non-magical boy, walks around boringly

Villain maintains usual villain feelings

Sober conversations, prob abt taxes

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

[unicornpopcorn14]

Has anyone written/drawn smth about Dazai getting unknowingly shipped overseas while sleeping in his shipping container yet??? Bc if not I'll write it it's just too funny to pass up-

Edit: *throws the fic atcha and runs*

[tulipe-rose]

I wonder what happened that made Kunikida start feeling concerned about Dazai's health and wellbeing enough to the point of calling him twice a day (or was it twice a week??).

[asmallpsued]

Length: 258 words. This is a work in progress :)

Many people have wished they could go back and change their actions. Many people have physically ‘traveled’ to a different time by creating entire fake villages and playing pretend. Many very intelligent people have attempted to scientifically pursue these dreams and many very intelligent people have failed.

Thats because they were all trying in the present. 

The only time one would successfully travel to a different period would if they did not perceive it to be the present. However, this is very difficult.

The first person to successfully ‘time travel’, as it is colloquially known, accomplished this feat in early/late 3076. The woman who did this is only credited as Phone Lady. Phone Lady lost all sense of time and space in late 3075 and, with her combined mania and help from her hamster-mutation, Kibbles, Phone Lady traveled from early 3076 to late 3076. Given that she was currently in a padded room where time seemed finite, Phone Lady was unaware she had actually traveled months into the future.

The second person to time travel was named Jonathan. Jonathan traveled to the beginning of the universe. Jonathan brought along a camera that was vialinked (a term that means something else in the 3000s) to a computer in Jonathan’s present time, 3079, so Jonathan could prove once and for all that God created the universe. Jonathan was correct, but the moment time travel occurred, Jonathan was split into bits, then molecules, then atoms, then molecules again, and eventually reformed into a new God. God then took a selfie.

A friendship between a time traveler and an immortal. Wherever the time traveler ends up, the immortal is there to catch him up to speed.

[unicornpopcorn14]

We don't have enough fics of Chuuya secretly admiring No Longer Human like we have of Dazai secretly admiring corruption. This fandom's favoritism has disappointed me. I must take a stand to change that! ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ /j

[nothingelsematterswrites]

coming up in Seven Stars: