#it's purely a braindump

[57sfinest]

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Du Bois/Jean Vicquemare Characters: Harry Du Bois, Jean Vicquemare, Chester McLaine, Mack Torson Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Canon-Typical Behavior, Pre-Martinaise Harry Du Bois, Pre-Martinaise Harry Du Bois Is an Asshole, Codependency, Unhealthy Relationships, Substance Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, just typical shit for them., Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, there's a lot of talk of suicide and violent impulses etc so please take this warning seriously, their relationship is very complicated., Implied Sexual Content, doesnt explicitly go any further than undressing but it's implied

Summary:

He imitates cocking a gun with his free hand and holds it to his head. “Y’know those fuckin’, dollhouse type murders? Posed up like they’re waiting for you. I’m gonna stage it. Give ‘em a fucking scavenger hunt or something.” This, unfortunately, is not difficult to imagine him doing. “And you’ll kill yourself when they find you?” He nods slowly, thoughtfully. “There’s an idea,” He says, staring into the bottle he’s holding. “I meant I’d already have blown my fucking brains out, but that’s something. You’re a natural, Vic. You should do it with me. Really give ‘em something to fuckin’ remember.”

[wyfy-meltdown]

Guess who lost control of themself and made another magical girl/boy project just when he was productive in their WIPs?

[tsukana]

theres another universe where q!phil WASNT left behind by forever and bad for that final investigation, where q!phil was there for that federation office argument/explanation, and im so sad we didnt get to see it. Because it absolutely wouldve such an interesting turn to what we got. because we have-

forever, stuck between bad & baghera, whom he still considers himself a trio with, and tubbo, the drive of the investigation and stunning verbal proof of a kidnapping, but no physical. in addition to the personal aspects, he is still president, and might consider that part an obligation of some objectivity

baghera, who has promised bad not to tell, but dont mistake her personal support and loyalty to bad in this for a support of his actions in capturing and keeping WB011 locked away underground. she may be complicit now in onr aspect, but not supportive

phil, who is there having promised tubbo to back him, but dont mistake his support for tubbo as support for the federation. phil who respects bad and knows he would do anything to keep all of the eggs safe and bring them back. phil who bad in turn respects for taking in an egg who has become his own (he gets the feeling) and knows would do anything to keep them safe.

i dont remember where i was going with this fully but like. i feel like the addition to someone who in the conversation was solidly on q!tubbos side out of personal loyalty the way a!baghera was for q!bad wouldve made the scene a lot more even? if not interesting if only because i genuinely cant figure to what extent phil mightve joined in from cc!phil being tired af, or phil definitely being more anti-federation than ambivalent like tubbo is (aside from flying in the face of create rules and other general limitations), or also just because we definitely havent seen the full impact of cucurucho and the federation fucking gaslighting q!phil into thinking what happened with the birdhouse was a dream, and literally still feeling like he's unable to tell apart if something is reality or a dream

[lavenderfables]

If Twitter goes down, brace yourself for the amount of thoughts I will subject y'all to.

[heavenbarnes]

Hello I’m ruminating on olderbf!Simon and how down bad I am for him. I have so many thoughts that do not relate to each other but I would love to just braindump on ya if I may!

-olderbf!Simon and reader obviously into voyeurism/exhibitionism with the other 141 and hearing all of their dirty thoughts, but I get the sense that Simon would NOT like to hear literally anyone else talking that way about his girl. Like if a recruit or lower rank soldier saw reader and said something gross in earshot of Simon we might actually have a murder on our hands. What do you think?

-when/if reader ever gets bratty, how might Simon punish her? Maybe instead of having punishment sex he would actually withhold his dick from her? But then ofc he’s also horny and depraved so it ends up being as much of a punishment for him

-how do you envision them sharing a bed? Are they big spooners or does Simon run so hot that reader can’t handle him being nearby?

Anyway I need to lie down now I’m unwell about him xoxo

read this in the carpark before work and had to ruminate on it all day until now 🫶🏼

there was an internal battle your older bf!simon was facing. there was a part of him, a filthy part of him, that damn near needed everyone to know how good you could be for him.

but there was a bigger part that’d rather die than have anyone think of you like that.

enter 141.

men that simon could literally trust with his life, knew him better than anyone (anyone other than you). he could trust them with his life and he could trust them with a group chat full of your most intimate moments.

however, anyone else tried to even think about you? intimately or not?

there wasn’t a place they could hide.

“jesus, L.T- the fuckin’ sight a’that”

“woah, the things i’d do to-“

one stone faced expression hidden behind a balaclava, another fighting a shit eating grin off his face.

“i’d start runnin’ if i wa’you”

not like they’d ever be able to run fast enough.

and your older bf!simon knows orders better than anyone. lives by them, loves by them.

so when you’ve acted out, he knows that you need an order- need something to get you back to sweet and pliant like he’s used to.

no use fucking it back into you, minute he sinks even the tip in- it’s him going dumb and forgetting what the mission even was.

he has to go to the next extreme.

“no touchin’, sweet’art”

your hands went back under your thighs, back pressed to the arm of the couch as you watched the man in front of you. fucking hell.

simon had one rough hand wrapped around his cock, wrist twisting as he tugged himself off. the sounds of his broken moans, the spit slick of his palm.

pure fucking torture.

“please, si”

that nearly did it, he nearly gave in with one little whimper from you.

“i’ll be good”

simon’s eyes flickered up the length of you, eyes locking with yours. he could see the well of tears on your lower lashes, he could see the way your lip was fixed between your teeth.

“what’ya say then?”

crawling, fucking crawling across the couch to him- you let him feed the tip into your mouth, muffling your words as you spoke.

“m’sorry si”

and when it’s you and your older bf!simon in your bed at the end of a long day, there’s nothing quite like it for him.

he has to be touching you.

up to him? he likes to be spooning you, curve of your back against his chest and your ass nestled nicely against his cock.

where you belong.

but the man’s big and that means that man’s warm so sometimes he has to settle for a hand against your stomach or a leg between yours.

just as long as he’s touching you.

he’s happiest, however, when your head is on his chest and he can see your peaceful little face rise and fall with his breathing. to him, he can almost imagine you exist as one.

when he can hear your little breaths, the tiny (or not so tiny) snores drifting out your lips as he traces the lines of your face with a long finger.

tactile guy is our simon, but only when it comes to you.

[ikkosu]

prowl prowl prowl prowl prowl prowl

read ur earthspark bumblebee fic and I loved it so much u don’t understand how much I love him literally kicking my feet and giggling rn anyways back to prowl. I want to have that man emotionally and a little physically broken and knocked down and he just can’t really go on anymore and then reader pulls him to their lap and hugs and comforts him and he starts crying and sobbing and shit and it’s just very fluffy and that’s when his possessiveness starts anyways this is just a very long ramble and braindump byee

a/n : 😭😭 HELLO???? YOU CSANBT JUST DROP A BOMB AT END THEN LEAVE LIKE ITS NOTHING???? WDYM POSESEIVE??? 🤨🤨🤨🤨 CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR . Ohhh but writing angst with prowl is literally the best tho

THEN, it hit him.

Prowl had expected it, ammassing data from the miniscule furrow of brows, tightening of the lips and shift of stance. Prowl watches. He scrutinizes. He thinks. A one, two, three step — he could calculate the next move.

But wasn't quick enough to register the pain.

He grunts as his helm jerks to the side. A momentum so vehement he staggered off his balance, breaking the rigidity composed of a cold, unflinching face. Now, he's reduced to leaning against the wall, optics a little wide as he took in the sequence.

Like a dam had been spooled, a breach of his calculations, Prowl is stoned cold, left wide open and vulnerable. Jazz would know. The tactician wasnt much good of a fighter.

Warmth trickled from his nose. It tasted bitter on his lips, tangy and acrid, as it dribbles down his chin and plinked onto the ground. He steadied his breath. His digits dig into the wall.

Compose yourself, Prowl.

"Bastard!"

—and he feels a pede hard against his abdomen. A bristle of pain blossomed. First, pinpricks sizzled then it drew every breath from his intake — and out into a grunt. Ivory plating chafes the mettalic floor, curating sparks that skid in tandem of his fall.

Such an open commotion deemed a kind of consequence. Almost immediately, voices bristle and clamour around the base. Comms clicked online. Habsuite door swishes open and out dawdled, droopy, sleep-lulled optics, once irritated by the interruption, now widened in alarm at the sight.

"That's enough." Someone had barked.

Prowl was much too lethargic to care, who. While he gathered himself, pedes scamper, a muffled distance away, not to him but a pitter patter towards the raved and seething bot. He was yelling obscenities.

Prowl tries not to care.

He ignores how it churns his spark a little, like a knife plunged into his chassis and twisting. Servos were quick to furl around the limbs and plating, holding the bot back. They tow him away to the nearest med-bay, he assumed. Struggle was evident.

What was his name? Vox? Vernheim? Vercul? He can't recall. Was it worth remembering? No. Perhaps, it wasn't. Another record he could pass off as insubordinate.

Prowl pressed his helm against the cold, metal floor.

It wasn't worth the risk.

Often, he had sought warmth from the cold, unfurling his beckon while what returned is repugnance. Like an albatross it curled around his neck, strangling the life out of him. You can't be burnt from something already doused of its flames. It was a purpose he tries to upholster, for himself alone and for the better good.

He tuned out the noise. Tuned out the wails of the bot that grew louder and louder as he mourned for his friend — or, he supposed, someone more.

Why should it matter to him?

He lifts his helm a little, high enough to regard the puddle of energon on the floor but low enough not to strain his neck.

Prowl curls out a digit and pressed it against the trickling wound. It coats the ivory tip mauve and another drop rolled from his finger and down where a visage rippled from the puddle. His face bared back. Blue optics, luminiscent and pure and the other, a black-swarthy hole, barren, was his other eye.

Is that how he always looked like? Exhausted? Haggard? The lines of his face, withdrawn and eyes, vacant? If he knew what his actions would have led to, would he have done the same thing as he did? A sharp pain broiled center of his abdomen, right where the pede had landed it's blow.

Prowl swallowed thickly.

Nobody came to him.

"Oh, my god. Prowl?"

He blinks out of his stupor. He's not looking at you, he realizes. His optics were roosted to the ground. To the floor. Then, slowly it trailed upwards to meet your eyes.

Soft, was what he thought as you stood before him in your sleeping garment, hair a mussed up tousle and eyes, glassy. Concern etched the seams of your face, lips frowning.

Irritation fizzles his spark. You should be sleeping. Not joining the myriad of foolish endeavors that had curated prior. But here you are, clutching your shirt, a face so expressive, envy posed a threat to his thoughts.

"Your nose is bleeding!" Your hands finds his shoulder.

Normally, he would dismiss you for being too invasive of his personal space. The difference between of just enough and overbearing isn't clear on your terms — but your voice was frantic. It wavered. He's not sure what to do with himself if it cracked any more.

"I know." He said calmly.

You shake your head in disbelief, now kneeling on the ground. You tugged him closer and every word that you uttered constricted your throat in pain. The pain you felt for him.

" Oh, Prowl. Prowl. Oh, god." Your voice was hushed, coaxing him like he was a child. "Why'd they leave you like this?"

He grits teeth. "Because they knew I'd be fine, alone if I were. And, I am. Now go to sleep. It's late. You have an early shift tommorow. Not to mention, three reports due Friday."

"You're not fine!"

"I am." He clipped.

"You're bleeding!"

"Don't test my patience—"

"You know, you aren't fine! " You rasped. "Stop denying this. Stop denying everything and be gentle with yourself for once!"

You cup his cheek. He bristled at the touch.

Go. Go to sleep. He wants to say. But it's proven difficult by the lump of rocks constricting his throat. He fears that if he uttered a single word — he won't be able to compose himself after, glass breaking at a mere swing.

"You're fragile enough, as is." You said softly. "Stop pushing yourself. Stop pretending. If not for me then...at least for your own good...take care of yourself."

Then, you cradled his helm and pull it against your chest, the possible thought of blood smearing your shirt was discarded.

The fabric nestled his face. It was soft and warm. The fragrance of flowers flared his nose. You smelled nice. Nice like spring. Nice like the morning light that spools through the blinds. When was the last time he was ever held like this?

Prowl tries to steady his thoughts.

"Let me go." He whispered but made no motion to move. His shoulders shook, his servos clamped up into a fist. He feels small. Like a toddler seething with an inner tantrum, tears and snot blotting their itty bitty faces.

You held him tighter. "I won't leave you. Not like this. Not like they did."

"I'm not asking." He bites back. Cool liquid prickles his optics. It's dried by your shirt. Whether or not you felt it, you don't say

"And, I'm not stating an opinion, either." You said, a soothing hand on his back. He's on the ledge, teetering over a cliff he can't climb back up lest he falls.

"A demand goes both ways, Prowl. I'm tired of seeing you like this. Everyday, where you're alone. Cooped up in that room and nobody would spare a glance—"

Your voice wavers.

Prowl buries his face deeper into your warmth. His servo clutched your waist, it was soft to the touch, pulling you close. He wanted to push you. Treat you like how he treats everyone else, a dynamic he often pondered if it was suitable enough for your sanity. But he knew, if ever the day he went too far and you would walk away, the cold shoulder prominent— he's never going to let you go.

"— Let me take care of you, please."

He still hear the voices. The whispers. The resentment. Everything vile that bore a mark on his stature. They purged his mind thoughtless, ushered him to a place, no longer where grief was present but an empty, desolate place where he's unable to escape from it so.

You’re never going to leave him.

And, he’ll ensure in many more ways than one you’re ever going to.

[imaginesheaven]

National Anthem – F!Reader x Price (x little bit Valeria)

Summary: After Graves’ betrayal another villain appears on the screen for the Task Force. They are nothing like all the others before.

This is kind of inspired by the song National Anthem by Lana Del Rey. I wrote all of this down, but I’m actually not sure what to do with it, so enjoy this little piece of pure braindump. I’m also not sure if I like this at all, so I would really appreciate to know what you think about it :)

Warnings: MDNI – sexual talk; swearing; angst; mentions of death

Length: 2.7 k

“Laswell, you look like you could use a drink”, Price sits down at the bar handing her a glass full of the best whiskey. “Thank you, John, but alcohol isn’t going to get rid our problems this time”, Kate takes a sip of her drink.

Her words make the whole Task Force kind of uncomfortable. Laswell is usually convinced that they can manage everything that the world throws at them, but this time she does have her doubts.

“At first, I thought we only have a usual Russian problem, but it turns out to be way bigger and more than just that”, she gets out two pictures from her jacket pocket to put them upside down onto the table, “There is no room to fail this time.” John exchanges a brief glance with his team, “Hit us, Kate.” As if there would be ever room to fail in their field of work.

“Alejandro contacted me a few hours ago fuming. Valeria got bailed out of jail with an amount of money we all only can dream about. I did a lot of digging to find out what the hell is going on. A woman paid the money to get Valeria back to her El Sin Nombre cartel. It was the same person, who overtook the Shadow Company after Graves’ got killed. This woman is going to be a big problem gathering herself the best army”, Laswell pushes one of the pictures towards John.

The Captain can feel his heart stop for a second as he turns the picture around just to find a very familiar face looking back at him. A thick coldness starts to spread in his chest; doom setting slowly in.

“Price?”, Gaz asks quite concerned about John’s silence. The Captain keeps staring as the seconds tick by. “Fuck”, it’s the only thing he says and hands the picture to Gaz. John literally prayed years ago to never see your oh so beautiful face ever again. His heart can’t get over the fact that you are still looking the same. The way you glance at the camera with a winning smirk makes his knees weak. You know that you were observed from afar and you did not give a single fuck about it.

“You know her?”, Kate can’t explain otherwise his reaction. Price nods his head in agreement, “(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). Met her once years ago. We had a mission together, but never saw her again after that.” He really hopes none of them can see through his lie. It was way more than just a mission. It was way more complicated than that.

Even after all this time John feels everything like it has been just yesterday. The way your hands have been roaming over his chest. So fucking close to him. Skin on skin. The way you felt amazing underneath him. As well as the way you broke his heart into thousand pieces. If there would be ever a regret he has to live through, it would be you.

Price doesn’t tell them a single thing about it. He will not go through every detail of his biggest mistake with his entire team. That’s something only between you and him for the rest of his life.

“So, she is military?”, Gaz asks as Soap hands the picture to Ghost. Neither of them can’t deny that you are absolutely breathtaking as much as you are deadly probably.

“Yes, (Y/N) worked for a special forces team in the American military. There is nothing much to know since almost everything is classified. Only a handful or so have the security rank to gather that information. The team included five members with the call signs X-1 to X-5, which sounds very nice, right? X-1 means Executer-1, so they called them actually Killer-1 to Killer-5. She is one of the best”, Laswell answers and pulls another picture out of her jacket.

John already knows that the picture will be you in your impressive completely black Executer-gear. He hates and loves this one so much. “No, Kate. (Y/N) is the best”, Price doesn’t say those words very lightly, but they are the truth. If you are going to be their enemy, it will be a fucking war.

“She took over the Shadow Company and the El Sin Nombre cartel? For what? What is her goal?”, Gaz can’t make the connections yet. Kate let’s out a deep sigh and turns around the last picture, “I think she is going for this man.”

The Captain shakes his head, “Makarov? (Y/N) is going for the big kill. If she can gather Russians, the Shadow Company and the El Sin Nombre cartel around her, we are all doomed. With that (Y/N) can take over every army and if that happens, she will go back to America getting her final revenge.”

“What do you know, John?”, Kate is almost kind of mad that she isn’t fully in the picture apparently like Price himself. “(Y/N) made a decision the military didn’t want to see. X-2 to X-5 were supposed to execute her. The members were named after their ranks, so (Y/N) was Executer 1 – the best of them. She killed every single one of her former teammates. The American Government classified everything to keep people from talking. (Y/N) escaped in the end, but all of that were rumors years ago. Everyone who told them got silenced. The military didn’t want to acknowledge her existence anymore. So, who really knows if that’s real or not”, Price knows exactly that everything he just told was real.

Neither of them dares to interrupt the silence thinking about the worst that could happen. Someone as power-driven and skilled as you will bring hell over those who did you wrong. What they don’t know is that you are halfway through your plan to conquer the world like you want it to.

A few hours earlier…

“Ah, Valeria. Nice to meet you in person finally. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At your service”, you give the soldier your best smile to greet her properly. She raises one of her eyebrows still unsure about your intentions, “Why did you pay for my freedom?”

You mention towards the waiting car, “Let’s talk in the car. It’s way cooler in their and it would be only fair to bring you back to your cartel.” Valeria follows your invitation, “If you try to do something stupid I will kill you.” You can’t help yourself but laugh as you get in the car after her, “I really don’t doubt that for a second.”

“So, what’s the deal, hermosa?”, Valeria asks after taking a sip of the cool drink you gave her. You lean forward smiling knowing exactly how to expose your cleavage and use your body to get what you want. Valeria’s eyes follow just like you planned.

“Mi vida, I want your El Sin Nombre cartel to work with my Shadow Company. I am working towards a goal that is very important to me”, you explain to her leaving out a few important details. Valeria doesn’t ask but you could see the question in her eyes.

“Graves got … detained by me. His former soldiers are under my wings now. And well, there is no nice way to tell you this, but your people are also mine”, you keep on smiling knowing exactly she will understand the hidden threat.

“So, the rumors are true that you are gathering an army. They warned me about you, hermosa. Take my men if you need to. You paid for my freedom”, Valeria knows when she is in a situation without options. She is in your hands without any chance of an escape, better playing along for now.

“I’m really glad you took that so well. Graves wasn’t really cooperating”, you lean back taking a sip of your own drink. Valeria knows how to pick her fights and you are much more powerful than she thought.

“Well, the Gringo didn’t know how to handle dangerous women. Especially when they are as breathtaking as you are, mi vida”, Valeria holds up her glass to clink hers with yours. She can’t help herself but be enchanted by you.

You have already wrapped Graves around your little finger with your sex appeal until you took what was his. Now Valeria, next one will be Makarov. And you are pretty sure he will not resist you just like the others. Your plan is going wonderful. Now comes the fun part…

The ringing of his phone snaps Price out of his deep focus on working out a plan to bring you down before you can raise hell. No matter how many options his brain goes through it will never be good enough to keep up with your next steps.

“Captain Price”, he is only paying half attention to the caller on the other side of the line. “Hi, John”, your sweet voice rings in his ears over and over again. Price is not a man to get shocked easily, but right now his mind is absolutely blank. There are literally not words to form a proper sentence.

“Oh, I wish I could see your face right now. Happy to hear that I’m still alive?”, you can’t help yourself to let a heartfelt laugh, which brings John’s heartrate into a very dangerous zone. “Why are you calling?”, he tries to keep calm, but everything in him turns slowly into panic mode. It’s unusual for him. Only you can make him feel this way.

“Oi, don’t you know anymore how small talk works, muppet? How are you doing? What have you been up to the last decade? We really need to work on your manners, handsome”, you didn’t mean to sound it seductively, still you are not mad about it. You don’t have to be in the same room with John to know that you are still going under his skin with so much ease.

“John, humor me for a second. How have you been? Tell me a bit about your little Task Force”, your voice could play on repeat for eternity and John would still not get enough of it. In this moment he hated you so much for all the love he still has for you in his heart. But the two of you are a shadow of the past.

“You haven’t changed, so I’m pretty sure you know already everything about my team”, John will not give in. Not this time. “Yeah, but it would have been nice to hear it from you. Do you really think your Task Force is good enough to keep up with me? Are they ready to do whatever it needs to take down the devil herself?”, you have been watching him and his team for a while now; tracking their success as a team and still they will never be as good as you are.

“What happened to you? This isn’t you, (Y/N)”, John’s voice is only a whisper over the line. You don’t want to admit it, but you actually missed how sweet your name sounds when it comes over his lips. “Betrayal. So much betrayal that I finally found solace in power and revenge”, you reply replaying in your head what happened long ago.

“You killed innocent people… Children…”, John remembers how you stood right in front of him; trying to explain everything, but he wouldn’t hear a word about it. He knows now that you made the right decision back then. His younger self didn’t know it.

“You draw the line wherever you need it, Captain! Isn’t that something you like to tell your team? I did that, but what did I get for sacrificing so much? Nothing. The military sent my own team after me. You left me. I lost everything to save thousands of lives. But you know what? I will gain so much more for sacrificing those lives now. Revenge is best served cold”, once you get what you want, you will never have to defend yourself ever again, “John, we both know that villains are also human beings with a dramatic backstory. Just like the heroes.”

“You called just to tell me all of that?”, John can almost feel his heart bleeding; knowing he is part of the problem. He is one of the reasons you turned your back against humanity. “No, since we have quite the past together, I wanted to give you a change. I can be merciful, if I want to. You have 24 hours to find Makarov to stop me”, your voice transforms from being bitter to cheerful in a second.

“You already know where he is, eh?”, Price realizes that you are playing with him. You know exactly there would be no chance for him to win this battle. “Oh, of course. I would never go into a conversation like this without having plan beforehand, handsome. 24 hours, big boy. Time is ticking”, without a further word you end the call leaving John alone in a deafening silence. This is a fucking war neither John nor the Task Force can win.

Bonus:

“It’s over, (Y/N). Lay down your gun”, Price points his weapon at you as he makes his way towards you. A slight smile appears on your lips before you do what he says. Your little handgun compared to his gets put on the table right in front of you.

You can’t help yourself but admire how handsome he looks after all this time you have seen him. He is aging like a fine wine. For a moment you remember how young he had looked back when he still was a Lieutenant.

“Don’t worry, I’m not a sore loser”, you raise your hands so he can see them clearly. For once you are not a threat to him. Slowly you make your way around the table. He keeps his gun pointed at you, but still lets you come as close as possible. His eyes never leaving yours for a second.

“We all know it was your decision to lose. You had everything to bring hell upon us. So, why do you give up now?”, John’s finger ache to stroke your cheek softly; to feel your warmth against his skin once again. Your eyes bore into his; looking straight into his soul. “And we both know I can’t do anything against my weakness, John. You are still the only one I don’t want to hurt.”

Your words touch his soul; breathing back live into him. For a moment neither of you know what to say. Softly you push away his gun and he let it happen. The two of you are so damn close now almost breathing the same air.

“Do you still love me?”, John can hear the pain but also the hope in your voice. There is no need to deny the truth any longer. He can’t ignore anymore how his heart calls your name over and over again. How it has been doing that for the last few years.

“Yes, I always have and I always will…. I’m so sorry for everything”, he caresses your cheek with his hand and you lean into the touch; yearning for his attention for such a long time already. “It’s okay. I love you too, John…”, you reply letting your tears fall freely now.

“… But neither heroes nor villains get happy endings, handsome. Right person, wrong time. Maybe we will find each other in the next life again. Good bye, John”, you place a soft kiss on his lips. Both of you savoring this moment as long as possible.

A single shot rings through the silence, then a body hitting the ground. And that’s how this story ends.

[fiveapocalypse]

if u still want prompts maybe smth with five crawling into baby's crib to calm her & diego & lila finding them?

Hush little baby, don’t you cry.

Five is adamant that he can handle Grace and decides to be a babysitter while Lila and Diego have a night to themselves.

When they come back, however, Diego gets a picture for the scrapbook

:) @lookingforhappy @aka-tua-braindump for u

Five didn’t know what to do and that in itself was a rarity. He usually always knew how to solve a problem, no matter how difficult, however perhaps not all problems could be handled with pure intellect.

Especially social and emotional ones.

Specifically social and emotional ones.

Or, in other words, his niece is screaming bloody murder and Five has been rocking the bassinet with an increasing urge to start sobbing with her. Blame it on his child body if you want, just seeing the poor infant sob was enough to make him start sniffling too. Now, rewinding back to earlier that night, Five had adamantly said he could handle four hours alone with baby Grace. He was a trained assassin, he’s been living with them for months. He can do this. They can have some fun, enjoy themselves. He had this all under control and for a while, he did have it under his belt. He changed Grace when needed, fed her when she needed to be fed, and did all the things you needed to do for a baby her age.

And yet, she was here, screaming her lungs out.

Honestly, Five wanted to start wailing too. Maybe a neighbor would come and calm them both down. But, if that happened, Lila and Diego could risk losing their child and that couldn’t happen. He had to calm her down. Dragging a hand down his face, Five sniffed, peering into the bassinet to see his niece still wailing like God herself had just told her that she was an ugly baby and she somehow understood. Of course, none of that could be possible, but Five was tired and he was certain Gracie was too. “C’mon, Clem…” he stifled a yawn, “can’t you calm down so we can take a nap? You like naps right?” More crying was his answer, Five wanted to tear out his hair.

And then, he tried to rethink back to his own childhood. What did their robot mother do when he had meltdowns for no reason? When he couldn’t be consoled by food or clean clothes or whatever else a kid needed? “Ah…” his mouth falls open, eyes blinking. Grace, the older, robotic, one, had always sung some sort of lullaby. Five tried to remember the words, though he only recalled his ballerina music box. “Didn’t it go like…uhm…. hush little baby, don’t you cry.” His brows furrowed as he counted on his fingers, just to match the notes. “Mm…. Hush little baby don’t you cry—”

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“NO!”

“Oh, Five, dear, just—”

“No, no, no, no! He broke it, he broke it, he broke it, I HATE HIM!”

A black haired boy was sobbing loudly in the middle of the playroom, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks. His face was a bright red, and his nose was scrunched up as he held a broken rocket ship in his hand while the culprit, a white haired boy who was sheepishly standing next to him, looked guilt-ridden. “You don’t mean that,” the blonde woman murmured, both hands holding the child’s, “it was an accident, dear.”

“No!” Five continued to cry regardless. “No, no, no, no!”

Unfortunately, his meltdown was beginning to cause things to float, and the woman’s hands were beginning to rust. “Oh dear,” she murmured, surveying the damage that was happening, the whirlwind of power swirling around in such a tiny body. “There, there, how about I sing you a lullaby, hm? Will that make you feel better?” As predicted, Five’s only response to that was a resounding—

“NO!”

Still, the woman continued anyway. “Hush little baby, don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird and if that mockingbird won’t sing, Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring and if that diamond ring turns brass, mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass.” As her voice echoed throughout the small room, Five’s cries diminished, his interest in her singing momentarily making him pause. His brows furrowed and he reached up, suddenly yanking on her hair.

“Mama! Hey! Mama!”

“Hm? What is it, dear?”

“Teach me how to sing like you, pretty please?”

The woman’s lips curled into a smile.

“Of course, my dear.”

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Lila has seen a lot of weird things in her life starting from the plain freaky to the downright confusing but this one absolutely took the cake.

For some reason, however, it was her doing the quiet shushing motions towards Diego as he continuously snapped pictures of the scene in front of them with their Polaroid camera. Five had bought one, insistent that they do family photos because the old man never did proper ones. Diego had readily agreed and now there was an entire bulletin board in her and Diego’s room with photos of Grace, and sometimes Five, and right now—diego was about to add a new one.

Five is sleeping on the bed, drooling on it more likely, with a very firm hold on Grace who is sleeping on his chest. She’s also drooling on him, as babies tended to do, but her fists were bunched up in his shirt and they looked to have both been crying before they exhausted themselves. “I’m totally posting this to social media,” Diego whispered, taking out his phone as Lila flicked his ear.

“Hey! Send it to me too, I want to brag about how cool my kids are to the other moms.”

“You still go to that mom therapy group?”

“They have good snacks and lots of gossip.”

[melathan]

Introduction & Rules

Welcome to my blog! I go by Mel, short for Melathan.

ENTP, 20, she/her.

Stray Kids and ATEEZ enthusiasts; HAN and Hongjoong biased.

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[blanket-hugger]

i have wasted my day being upset and doing almost nothing. the IOF continues its slaughter in gaza. people in the professional environment (uni & research) are tiptoeing still when it comes to describing facts on the ground. i go to some marches & donate a bit & i sort of exist in a society trying not to be a shithead but that's it

had a review request today i accepted before noticing the affiliation of the authors (and the foreboding grant acknowledgment (non-military, but likely a slimy oligarch)). not sure what to do (sorta pure math paper, not sure i know a single person involved in an academic boycott of israel in my field) msg'ed some academia friends who are sympathetic, but still unclear what course of action i should/want to take.

i keep coming back to the infuriating discussions about israel i had with irl ppl b4 october 7th.

i keep coming back to some of the more visceral experiences tied to colonialism in my life (quaint maybe in the grand scheme of things, but still upsetting. holidays-with-parents in technically former or current colonies (one of the reasons i hate the concept of tourism) (easy way of getting that reactivated is to look at comments on videos on the situation in kanaky). whatever is going with international students in UK's HE. other things.)

not sure where i am going with this. i feel weak & somewhat isolated, which is normal ig. maybe i need to braindump some of this somewhere. idk if i want to braindump more specifics. i'll try to move on with my day for now and think all of this over at some later point. it's only 11pm

[errinkmare-fan]

TLDR: I’ve been thinking a lot about ErrorInkMare and I wanted to braindump some of my logistics. None of it is canon, but more based off of retained tropes I’ve absorbed from the fandom overtime. Like Nightmare alone has very different traits depending on who you ask. I just threw some ideas out there is all. Don’t take any of this too seriously. :)

I love ErrInkMare for the sole fact that it’s a dumpster-fire of a ship. Like:

Ink Sans -> literally cannot feel genuine emotion. purely thoughts, which he can make logical responses to with his fake emotion (vials of paint)

Error Sans -> haphephobia which is the fear of touch (I think), where his body will violently glitch out which I would presume is painful or uncomfortable for him to experience against his will.

Nightmare -> not sure where I heard this but in some versions he can’t experience positive emotion so depending on how you view love as an emotion he can only experience the negative feelings that comes with love like pain and loneliness? Or he can’t experience the emotion of love altogether.

Depending on your definition of fanon, since there are an infinite amount of AUs out there with questionable canons all together…

My only conclusion is that leaves us with an aroace, a panromantic demisexual, and a pansexual cupioromantic… at best. (At worst, probably all of them are aro/ace and hate each other which doesn’t give the ship any leverage.)

So this ship only really realistically works under the conditions that it’s a poly queer-platonic type relationship, and Error would be ok with being in a lithromantic relationship where the other two can’t experience romance towards him back.

Likewise, Ink and Nightmare are unable to touch Error. Ink doesn’t even experience sexual attraction. And my headcannon only works of Nightmare is able to experience sexual attraction, which is very possible he doesn’t. Similar situation for Error.

So how would this ship even work then?

Nightmare might like having a sexual relationship with Ink since it doesn’t need to involve romantic feelings or attraction, just the feeling of touch can be more inviting than nothingness. Having intimacy, or the illusion of it, with someone is probably the closest he can get to having a romantic relationship.

So sometimes he has intercourse with Ink, who can’t reciprocate or feel anything for that matter but maybe finds peace of mind that it puts Nightmare at ease a bit.

**Maybe Ink even takes negative emotion vials to give Nightmare something that will bring him joy. Nightmare can feed off the negative emotion of others right? Maybe that’s the one time Nightmare experiences happiness anymore.

Error might have romantic attraction to both of them, very aware that he has a type and it’s romantically unavailable people. They go on dates anyways and NM/Ink will do romantic acts (without touch) for Error because it makes him happy: Gifts, spending time together, words of affirmation, and some acts of service.

Error *can* create mass amounts of destruction, which causes negative emotion, which satisfies Nightmare who can praise Error.

So the whole ship is together for the point of being mutually beneficial. Nightmare gets a good deal from it. Error gets to have a relationship with his crushes who don’t reciprocate but don’t reject his feelings either. Ink… well… I can’t think of a reason it benefits Ink besides him trying a new relationship for the hell of it. Maybe for the experience or maybe because with the dynamic it feels less forced than maybe previous ones. Maybe he wants to get closer to his friends this way, since him and Nightmare have a more sexual platonic relationship anyways.

This ship, made with tender love and care, is not meant for the wary heart.

This is a hill you die on. Features:

*barley working logistics (more technical than a home depo)

*enough angst for several lifetimes

*enemies to lovers x3 plus

* what if error and ink are enemies (protector and destroyer) but comes to a truce through their mutual enemy nightmare. And they form a truce because dream is the real villain to them all, none of them really pursuing true happiness for everyone. And the boyfriends aren’t really part of the star sanses but they aren’t bad guys either, they’re just nightmare’s boyfriends.

*And optionally, depending on your version of fanon, nightmare and ink learn that error has two brothers, geno and fresh. And they aren’t bad guys or star sanses either but they’re in laws with a really stupid dynamic. The list can go on after that depending on who you ship with who.

*one person falls apart it all falls apart

*but despite that it can be cute like Error wants to go on a date with Nightmare and Nightmare gets him chocolate and Error is just taken aback with the gesture and falls harder in love with him which makes Nightmare a little sick with all the positive emotion but he selflessly sucks it up.

*like the appeal is that it’s imperfect. It’s delicate.

*Error needs to be in love with both so they can both balance between his in unrequited love but genuine care. Nightmare gets sick at positive emotion but at least he feels it while Ink can’t feel it at all but sure as hell can act it out for him. They both care for Error but not in a romantic way is what I’m getting at.

*Nightmare gets what he wants from both sides. Genuine emotion from Error and a fabricated selfless effort from Ink.

*these two in turn makes the exchange interesting for Ink.

Ok rant over.

[wyfy-meltdown]

PURE SOUL / UNTITLED FAIRYTALE PROJECT LOREDUMP

Back at it again: obligatory this is really long warning.

TW: Cannibalism

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This will only cover the magic system, plot set up, and history (for now) and we'll talk about the characters sometime later!

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History

A long long time ago there was a person called "Lucernas" who travelled the world helping others and seeking knowledge. Lucernas ascended to godhood through the virtues they obtained, and became the God of Light and Color. One of Lucernas' faithful disciples, Peiffer, who held Lucernas' virtute of "Empathy", saught to give everyone power and eternal life. The problem with Peiffer's method is that is required people to eat the souls and bodies of their fellow humans: turning them into cannibalistic creature called "Kerei". The consumption of Lucernas' magic via the souls of others made them stronger, however such a dastardly act could never be allowed nor forgiven. Peiffer using their bolstered powers faught against Lucernas and their seven remaining disciples, and the conflict only ended when the seven disciples sacrificed their souls alongside Lucernas' in order to imprison Peiffer.

Although Peiffer was sealed away, humans had already begun to corrupt their souls by eating the bodies and souls of other humans.

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Kerei + Bez

Over the years Kerei began to evolve into two distinct types: those who ate souls, and those who ate bodies. If a Kerei does not eat human souls/bodies they will become weaker and have to eat more, but they CAN survive eating animal meat and souls.

Kerei have "Kerei Traits" aka things that distinctualize them from humans:

Always:

Horns

Tail

Black Sclera

Sometimes:

Pupil Shape Weirdness

Skin Weirdness/Markings

Kereis can become much more animalistic to the point of losing all sentience if they don't properly eat or interact with others.

If a Kerei eats 99 human souls and 1 Wizard soul they will become a Bez: a much more powerful and dangerous Kerei. Bezes do not risk losing sentience, nor can they be easily killed. There is a Bez High Council that militarizes other Kerei and Bez and focuses on the revival of Peiffer, but we'll talk about them later.

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Wizards, Soul Shells, And Auras

To comabat the threat of Kerei humans begun to train to defend themselves. From this was born "Wizards". However the souls of Wizards were not safe: making it difficult to fight against Kerei. This started the concept of "Soul Shells": special objects that contained the Souls of Wizards and were hidden as to defend against Kerei. In order to once again strengthen their chances of defeating Kerei, Wizards began to harness their Auras.

A person's Aura is effectively a special ability or special type of magic hidden in their Soul (An Aura could be something like "Fire Control" or "Super Speed", for example.). Everyone has an Aura, but only Wizards and Witches can harness them effectively. (*Witches are not the female counterparts to Wizards, they are something else entirely that won't be talked about here). Auras can be used at will to aid in combat or other situations, but some Auras take physical tolls on the body or mind.

Wizards began the process of training new Wizards utilizing Academies: the most impressive of which being "Grimmbook Academy" (where the story takes place).

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Fusion

Wizards can fuse. Like actually merge bodies and minds like they do in Steven Universe. But it's a bit different so we'll talk about it:

The effectiveness and most things about the Fusion are dictated by three relationship categories:

Affection (how much do the people fusing like eachother?)

Trust (how much do the people fusing trust eachother with important things and trust being around them?)

Respect (how much do the people fusing respect eachother's principles, lifestyle, and character in general?)

Each Fusing participant has a chart and meter showing off these categories of feelings towards the other person.

EX:

The bar at the bottom shows who has more influence over the fusion: who has more influence is subject to change while they're fused.

The higher the stats, the more cohesive the Fusion is: a Fusion with low stats will look very contrasting to itself, while a Fusion with high stats will blend perfectly with itself.

When two people fuse they become an entirely seperate and different person with their own thoughts, feelings, and memories. When two people fuse, they effectively cease to exist until they unfuse.

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Lucernas, Pure Souls, And The Disciple Souls

Although Lucernas was never "truly" a god, they still possessed immense power and magic beyond anyone else and were worshipped as such. Lucernas' Soul possessed the unique ability to purify Kerei's Souls (aka kill them when amplified, and weaken them in a passsive state). A Prophecy was made that Lucernas would reincarnate around the time Peiffer would return, this person would be the "Pure Soul" tasked with defeating Peiffer once and for all. The longer Lucernas' Soul sat dormant, the more power it would accumulate.

The Pure Soul would also have to collect all of the Disciple Souls to gain their powers and to strengthen their Soul. The Disciple Souls are scattered throughout the world entrapped within sacred objects. Their weakened abilities can be used by anyone, but only the Pure Soul can bring them to their full potentials.

Red Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Volition, grants the power to enhance the Auras of those around them

Orange Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Creativity, grants the power to go into others' minds

Yellow Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Humility, grants the power to weaken others' Auras

Green Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Knowledge, grants the power to have any question answered

Blue Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Charity, grants the power to grant wishes

Purple Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Curiousity, grants the power to find anything or anyone

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Anyways that's about it for now! I'll talk about the characters and plot some other time, but thank you for reading! It's nowhere near done or polished, but I'll try my best to not abandon it this time!

[redstrewn]

My alchemist rambling braindump

My "main" MC might be the unnamed who gets with Ais

But my alchemist I think would get with Leander.

I know the unnamed will have a more "hero and leander"-like story what with hero being a priestess and the unnamed being an oracle. So that dynamic is probably also going to be very interesting.

But my alchemist is the desperately trusting one. She's insecure because she feels like she was used. Like she's just a pawn. She wants all the love she can get. And even though she's been hurt that way before, she's sooo sad she hasn't learned her lesson.

The alchemist with leander could be fun too because they pick up on how strong his magic is and has knowledge on that.

And like a post said before, the alchemist was used by another mage before. And now it's likely gonna happen again.

My alchemist is likely the most pure blorbo of an MC I have. I imagine she will have the most pain and angst. She wants to be more than just a used tool. But what if she believes that's all she's ever good for?

[ternaryflower53]

For the WIP Title ask game: transfem Adolin 👀

ask me about my wips!

transfem adolin!! much like my transfem kal fic, there is absolutely zero canonical basis for this, but i just want to have feelings and also explore adolin's relationship with evi & dalinar

i am currently in the stage where i just braindump, so most of the fic is pure dialogue at this point, but here's a little snippet of an actually fleshed out part

Adolin doesn’t usually get to touch his mom’s stuff. It’s expensive, which means it costs a lot of money and is hard to replace. So when his mom suggests a day of dress-up, Adolin leaps at the chance. He gets to try on three different dresses—all too big for him, so much so that he can’t move around for fear of tripping over the skirts, but even drowning in fabric it makes him beam. And he sits patiently as Evi puts on lipstick and blush and a tiny bit of dark eyeliner, though not too much because Evi doesn’t want to risk poking him in the eye. When he looks at himself in the mirror, he squeals. “Mommy!” He bounces on his toes, arms held out. “Mommy, I’m pretty like you!” “You are, aren’t you?” Evi kneels down and kisses Adolin on the forehead. “You’re so pretty. Perfect for me, yeah?” “Yeah!” Adolin leans in closer to the mirror, taking in the way his lips are pinker than usual and the light dusting of blue over his eyes. Seeing himself like this makes his insides go fuzzy and soft, full of happiness he can’t contain.

[sesshy380]

Wordcount of the day: 887

Did some braindump of a bunny into the Rabbit Hutch. TKB PoV focus, but no solid ship ideas.

Basic premise is TKB gets a second shot at life in the modern era, but in an AU where the Millennium Items never existed, or any of the events of the past for that matter (only he remembers these things). Due to a very annoying daughter of a god (yup, sneaking OC in there), he ends up being forcefully cast out of the Duat and waking up as a Domino High student...and as a member of the Yugi friend group (he would rather crawl his way down Ammit's throat at this point). Essentially, it's just a very cruel author putting him in a blender with everything he can't stand and hitting puree.

Also started on a sequel to 'Returned'. Mostly TK and Atem have their moment to hash things out. No idea yet if there will be fists involved. Right now just trying to corner them into having no option but to deal with one another.

[psrevisionvoid]

PRINCES - ORGANISATION SYSTEMS

as students, the princes all have their own planning systems for school & life... wanted to flesh some of it out ☆

Notes:

LEON has a whole system;

bookkeeping is one of his hobbies. cannot leave his room without at least his main planner & commonplace book

system: main planner, commonplace book, goals/archiving book

uses a leuchtturn 1917 a5 daily planner in brown

every day is planned, hourly, to a T. the hour before he sleeps is usually devoted to planning the next day/bookkeeping (9pm) and sunday he just has 2hrs of planning the week ahead in the evening

along with 2 sage green hahnemühle "manuscript" notebooks for commonplacing & archiving. loves commonplacing/braindumping. he has lots of thoughts & ideas

it's very neat with tags at the sides in forest colours, all sorted out perfectly, but if u flip thru it at a whim, u can find random pages where he's just gone apeshit & it's just scrawls of intelligible german

uses a fountain pen to write

CHARLES is an enigma...

he plans digitally. he only uses a dated todolist app on his phone, that's it; think the app "tweek"

the app is organically coded & offline so it can't be rooted nor traced digitally in any form. cloud backup traces back to highly confidential US homeland state-of-art tech & is virtually inaccessible outside of charles' own phone

he's always on top of his todos

charles coded it years ago in a previous school-based extracurriculars course before momosu & has used it ever since

nobody has ever seen his todolists

he makes sure to change the subject if u ever do ask about the app

FELIX doesn't have shit lmao, but

he LOVES sticky notes!!! they're in neon colours all over his room with random reminders & sayings scrawled on em

carries a huge block of sticky notes in his schoolbag & js slaps them onto every surface within reach

there's a stack of sticky tags w/ reminders js waterfalling on the back of his phone case

CIEL is spontaneous asf!

can't & dislikes having to stick to one system. in his room on one of the walls there's a huge whiteboard installed & that's where all his stuff is written onto

whiteboard was installed after his antique wooden corkboard from a craft atelier in northeastern france

that he spent close to 5k to import into momosu

got infected by termites.

also uses notion on his phone purely for archiving -- just takes pics of his whiteboard to access during school hours

has a set of dry erase markers & eiffel tower magnets to use on the board as presents from charles

uses magnets to pin papers & fashion sketches

ALBERT is meticulous!!

huge, tome-like custom-made planner w/ leather cover w/ layout based off A4 leuchtturn weekly & inserts design from traveler's notebook company

planner is well loved. just takes the inserts out & places it on his bookshelf for reference whenever his planner gets too thick

it doesn't usually leave his room but its location within it is always changing

has a smaller field notes pocketbook that he keeps in his breastpocket for ideas & todos, gift from charles

used to use a fountain pen to write in it, but got annoyed bc he tends to leave it out & uncapped in a rush & comes back to a puddle of purple ink on his table. uses whatever pen he has on hand now