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wordy-little-witch · 8 months ago
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Brainrot is kicking in, work has me by the throat, I am so tired
Enter: self indulgent sillies
Shanks and Buggy both were kidnapped very often as children - be it by Marines, enemy pirates, Whitebeard on occasion, random ass guys targeting two unattended children, whatever.
They both have gotten so desensitized to it that they don't even get scared anymore. It becomes more "I'm not held here with you, you're stuck here with ME" type of situation.
Buggy is sassy, snarky, rude and sarcastic. Shanks pops in now and again with some completely out of pocket shit that sends Buggy into hysterics. Think that scene from Helluva Boss with Blitzø and Moxxie being kidnapped.
This complete lack of care extends well into their adulthood - Shanks because it's honestly kind of funny that someone had the audacity to try him, Buggy because sarcasm and sass is his defense mechanism.
Enter: Cross Guild.
Marines try an infiltration mission to Cross Guild, but they severely underestimated the organization. Mihawk was off island at the time, so they thought that the biggest powerhouse who could identify them via observation haki was gone. Buggy notices immediately both because his haki is oversensitive and he's gotten scarily good at reading body language. Crocodile, when informed, proposes they give the squadron what they want with interest.
A series of unfortunate events lead to Buggy and some of the crew shackled and in the plaza. Buggy's got seastone cuffs on wrists and feet both, and has failed to mention the mini transponder in his hair piece. The Marines made the mistake of cuffing him behind his back, thinking it would limit his knife skills. They don't know that Buggy's anxiety and paranoia has lead to him having a secret pin in his boots specifically to pick locks.
Buggy then proceeds to roast the men with all he's got while he works.
The others present are both confused and fighting laughter as the commanding officer gets more and more pissed off before he finally backhands Buggy dark enough to split his lip. Then a hand clutches his throat, lifting him slightly. Buggy splutters. The marine grins, a nasty thing, demands Buggy apologizes, complaining about the blood on his white sleeve. Buggy tries to speak and can't from the lack of air.
"Oh," the officer coos, "what is it? Finally going to beg forgiveness?" He loosens his grip just enough for Buggy to get some air, lowers enough for the other to go on tiptoes to get a strangled breath. Buggy cracks an eye open, a smile blooming on his face.
"H-Harder, daddy~"
The Marine drops him in disgust.
No matter what they try, Buggy has a come back. Crocodile is listening in, and Mihawk, upon arriving back, has joined him to avoid the navy presence. They're both a bit stunned, a little intrigued, and mayhap rethinking some preconceived notions of the clown.
Especially when there's sound over the transponder snail, a little clink, thump, a shout, and something wet.
"Well," Buggy's voice carries over. "Who's next? Come on, I haven't got all day, you already made me miss two appointments, you dull Neanderthals."
There's a sound like a sword being drawn, a war cry, and Buggy chuckles. "Ohh. You're stupid, huh? That's okay, Buggy likey dumby~"
Turns out even in seastone cuffs, even in twice as much as a typical pirate or criminal wears, Buggy is more than capable of taking out a squadron. He uses his surroundings to his advantage, fighting dirty and taunting them playfully, much to the admiration of the other's present. One cuff is off his wrist, but three more are still on him, cutting off his powers. He still manages to not get cut until the near end.
Even then, it's because one of the stragglers tried attacking his chained subordinates. Buggy gets a cut to the cheek, mild and harmless, maybe needing stitches, but he's furious. "No no no," he grits out, "You're playing with me right now." A stolen sword sinks into an opening with ease. Buggy leans in close. "Don't you ever fucking touch my children. Understand?"
No response. Buggy shifts the sword. There's a scream.
"Understand?"
"Y-yes..."
"Yes what?"
"Y-yes... s-sir."
Buggy snorts. "I was looking for your majesty." Then he yanks the blad up and out, leaving the body to slump to the ground. He turns to the few remaining. "Well?"
Buggy handles it on his own, the followers are even MORE fanatic, and Crocodile and Mihawk are facing a sudden and unexpected paradigm shift while watching Buggy happily eat a bowl of ice cream, kicking his feet happily and simply vibing like it's a typical Tuesday afternoon.
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yuenthevoices · 13 days ago
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yeaaa so brainrot has switched to TF2/Overwatch so might be seeing more of this lol
but anyways i had like a sudden flashback to a oneshot fanfic i read in like middle school that i can't remember the fandom or author of, but the plot of it and the setting and the reader just like fit so perfectly for the premise of a TF2 fic that like I literally couldn't NOT write it. this is rushed bc i have to be somewhere as i'm writing this but yea lol
reader is gn and obviously an adult, no specific merc/team for now so just a sort of premise for this? if i suddenly think of a great merc specific one or maybe get a request i'll write some merc specific stuff, but without further yapping:
Badass Bartender prompt!
Somewhere, just outside the Teufort desert, in one of the more secluded and abandoned towns, there lies a bar, seemingly unremarkable at a first glance. However, there are two things that make this bar particularly unique - patrons of the bar, and the owner themselves.
There's not much to be said about the frequent patrons of this bar - a loud, strange group of a questionable profession, and who the townsfolk knew to be the source of the constant sounds of combat and destruction from within the desert during the day. They were truly a...unique group of individuals, not easily forgotten, and if you're reading this, odds are you already know these lunatics.
As for the owner of this bar, they themselves were a bit of a mystery. With seemingly infinite patience, their establishment was one of the few within this small town that hadn't yet banned the group. Often turning a blind eye to their frequently bloody, burnt, or injured appearances and even more unkempt weapons they carried with them, they seemed quite indifferent, treating them like any other customer. There was only one rule the owner had for these patrons - no violence within the bar. They could brawl right outside the entrance for all they cared, only violence within the establishment itself was something they didn't allow.
Tonight was one of those rare nights where the entire mercenary team was present, with the group occupying most of the bar seats. They were, as usual, raucous and rowdy, with a small few actually acting normal, and more removed from the group. The bartender, for the most part, kept to themselves - polishing glasses, serving drinks when requested, politely yet firmly declining any drink requests they either didn't know or didn't have in stock (they made a mental note to look into what "Bonk" was and how possible it was to order a stock of it). An occasional side eye or clearing of their throat occurred when one of the mercenaries were fairly close to resorting to violence, which seemed to be every five minutes, which they usually obliged to.
This time however, it seemed as if there was a genuine fight about to start. The shouting escalated, with two of them standing from their stools, seemingly about to start swinging at each other. However, behind these two, a figure seemed to appear from the shadows, a knife raised and aimed at one of their backs. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out through the bar, followed by the resounding thud of a body hitting the floor. All eyes were turned to the bartender, holding a smoking pistol pointed in the body's direction. The bartender sighed, lowering the still smoking pistol below the counter, placing it in some hidden shelf out of sight of the mercenaries.
"Take the body on your way out."
The bartender then went back to polishing a glass, as if nothing had happened.
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hrodvitnon · 9 months ago
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Ooh, Kaiju power theory- one of my brainrot specialties.
On Shimo: She's huge, said to be crazy physically strong, and manipulates ice. Already a nasty set of powers. But I'd like to divert attention to a few, potentially spoilery images (none of these are leaked images or screenrips- they're all official merch that's been officially revealed. Still, if you wanna go in blind then maybe click off.)
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We've seen her on all fours most of the time- but that upright one is genuinely fucking scary. It's like if a saber-toothed tiger suddenly got on their hind-legs. And she's actively built to stand up like that, her relatively flat feet are proof of that. She's also not super bulky- she's just huge and more tall than thick. And that arm-length actually makes her look like she can dexterously hold stuff or is capable of more nimble feats than Goji is. I can actually imagine her boxing people out or engaging in very human-esque fighting, similar to Kong but like double his height.
So not only is she like a more well-rounded Godzilla on two legs, but she has what is basically an all-terrain assault form just by dropping down to four legs. Goji can do that too, but his arms just seem too small for it to be truly effective. Shimo's, again, built for both- so much so that we shouldn't be shocked if she breaks into full on four-legged sprints on the ground like, again, a tiger. And with claws like those, I wouldn't even be shocked if she can climb shit. Imagine looking up to one of the Hollow Earth's walls and seeing this shit perched on the walls like a 500 foot spider.
On Frostbite Breath: I'm willing to put money on the fact that the reason this ability is so crazy strong is that so many kaiju are adapted to warm or tropical environments. Kong grew up on Skull Island in the Tropics, Mothra's a giant arthropod from China, Rodan and Goji literally have fire or fire adjacent powers, and we even see the Great Apes chilling in Citadels surrounded by literal molten lava. We've yet to see a cold section of the Hollow Earth, too- so maybe there just literally is no snow down there and it's all similarly warm and temperate. That only makes the prospect of getting hit with a blast of impossibly cold energy so much more deadly, and possibly even lethal if the blast is sustained enough to freeze you completely. Given how old and supposedly experienced she is, I'm willing to be she can get crafty with it too. Ice Rinks to trip up enemies, erecting giant ice crystals that she can them climb on with those aforementioned claws, creating ice storms to act as Snowblinds to cloak her approach, maybe even using that Thaumigizer to smash her own crystals up into shards that act as broken glass. Fuck if she was really smart she'd smash one up and look for a shard big and sharp enough to act as the kaiju equivalent of a shank, hop into two-legged mode and have a knife-fight with Kong or something.
If Goji's adaptable, Kong and Skar are intelligent and/or cunning, then Shimo is Versatile.
(also the above merch are hoodies and a desktop mat respectfully. Some of the merch goes kinda crazy too like peak this shirt)
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(good shit I'd wear that)
If the leaks come in merch form I don't mind, and honestly I'd like those shirts myself...
Honestly, the more we see and learn about Shimo the more impressive (and terrifying) she seems. And I'm not gonna lie, the mental image of Shimo stalking her prey while climbing a cave wall gave me Hereditary flashbacks - didn't see the whole movie, just bits and pieces from work, and let's just say that specific fucking shot fucked up both my sleep schedule and ability to sleep with the lights off for a while... damn, Shimo, Emile-A239 here said it best.
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stridingseer · 2 years ago
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Throwing my brainrot/general notes for the two Krauser fights in the CN dub. It is, some really interesting material to dig into and I can’t stop thinking about it. Everything under the cut
First fight in Chapter 11 (start at 32:07): https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1rx4y1A7rX?p=11 Second fight in Chapter 14 (starts at 38:21): https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1rx4y1A7rX?p=14
FIRST FIGHT (Mines)
- Rookie is not directly brought over as instead Leon is known as a new soldier (xinbing) compared to Marvin's new guy (xinren). Which means it's NOT a double meaning word to drive the knife in further. If anything, calling him a new soldier is more or less just his title and how he's technically below Krauser station wise, completely different energy than 'rookie' which can be read as an insult. - Instead of calling Krauser by Major, Leon uses the much more respectful and admired 'shaoxiao' for rank. It is even more respect than simply calling him Major (his title) and in a way implies that Leon looks UP to Krauser. Gets compounded by the fact that Krauser calls him a little kid and only by 'rookie', he never gives an opportunity to be closer and highlights this difference in rank. - 1:1 translation of the ENG fight for the most part though it's neat to see how CN Krauser doesn't sound like he's scolding Leon when he says 'didn't I teach you that knives are faster?' it sounds more like an actual observation than anything in CN and really a request that Leon to USE that knife. He sounds like a teacher I had in chinese school when he's disappointed. - Instead of the 'major! you're not thinking straight!' we get 'major! is your brain broken?!' Also it's MIDWAY into the fight that Leon calls Krauser by his last name, prior to this it is only the title. Regardless of which title is being used, it's not until Leon is PUSHED that he uses Krauser's name (kinda like how you don't call a teacher by their name unless it's told to you or if you're close enough to know it. Strangely enough because of how rare Krauser's name shows up, it's as if the fight gets MORE personal once Leon says 'Krauser') prior to this point, Krauser is 'Major' and 'Major' only.  - Krauser instead of saying that what he taught Leon was 'a waste' implies instead that this entire match they just had? A waste of time. Like straight up, he just wasted his time on all of this and maybe on Leon too (which considering how Leon is the student is oof) - Everything else is a 1:1 of the ENG fight for the most part. Krauser does a LOT of scolding.  SECOND FIGHT (Ruins)
- When Krauser says 'you can't save her, you can't save Anyone', Leon does the rough equivalent of 'shut up/stop' rather than a strong 'give it up Krauser!' from English. Also worth noting is how Leon turns this around retorts with basically 'and this can't save your men!' Highlight on how they both focus on the word 'saving' in CN rather than ENG's choice to use 'bring your men BACK' (from the dead) - Also, from this point onwards, Leon uses Krauser's surname. Meanwhile Krauser maintains the colder standpoint of only using new soldier (rookie) to Leon which gives them some distance.  - what IS interesting is how Leon uses brothers (xiongdi) which basically implies that yeah, he knew them too. Also quite normal since they would be battle brothers in a sense. It's not 'men', it's people that Krauser specifically worked with as if it were going for something more distanced/colder, you would be using soldiers (bing) instead of xiongdi.  - Krauser, before letting out fire at Leon, isn't saying to move out and draw fire. instead it's to metaphorically become his torch from a direct translation. - Leon's 'if I'd be dead if I listened to people like you' becomes one of those cheeky lines instead of a comeback in ENG through sheer tone. If anything he just wants Krauser to stop talking and he wants to press some buttons. - Krauser's 'anything to make the pretty boy feel special' literally becomes 'I prepared this just for the little handsome boy!' which is like, christ.  Prior to this, Leon says ‘you did all this for me? you didn’t have to!’ rather than ‘well, you’ve really gone all out for me. you shouldn’t have!’  - Leon, of course (you can hear bits of Kaeya in there), chooses to snark about how the arm must be hurting so much and maybe Krauser should get a break. - Now small difference but Leon's 'oh that's your true power? Oh I'd ask for a refund' becomes about how HE would get a refund. He's straight up returning the ticket over Krauser's true power. - Wanting to see Leon writhe is now about him begging for mercy - Leon's 'the way you're going, there won't be anything to protect! You'd have known that once!' the latter sentence becomes 'you STILL know that!' which is oh boy, loaded. Krauser is still the same man despite everything that has changed to Leon and to Leon, this change still means nothing because to HIM, he's talking to the same man as the one that trained him/worked with him - Krauser's 'do.... what you have to do.' becomes 'you KNOW what to do' - FINAL 'I trained you well... Leon' is now 'I didn't teach you for nothing.. Leon' which is like BOY. Mind you their first fight implies that Krauser wasted his time training Leon and to have this be the bookend to that is... certainly a thing. Leon then agrees with Krauser's final statement about how 'you didn't teach me for nothing' 
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brisquad-unit-4402 · 2 years ago
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4402's zombie au notes and commentary
so obviously i started thinking about this au for this request but let me tell u! when it comes to big aus like these one of the best starting points for me is to think about the worldbuilding. which i guess always happens with me, but the thoughts i had on how the characters translate to an apocalypse setting plus not abiding by other media rules on zombies was simply too much to think about that couldn't get covered in that fic! so here u go! free brainrot material! obvious spoilers for that fic btw
i didn't want to tie myself down with the mechanics of zombies, esp ones we already know from other media like the walking dead or whatever. so a lot of the terminology here is vague. the "outbreak" can refer to an illness just as well as an infection or mutation or even an invasive species, but the important part is that it's highly contagious, kills, and then regenerates the body FAST once it comes in contact with blood
on that note. it is confirmed topical/parenteral contact with the zombie spreads the condition, but when reader tastes the blood on their face in the final scene, uh, bad news for them, oral administration/digestion would not end well
every character has a role in their party. shu is the brains (and was a lot more of a support than leader before the events of the fic), while luca is the brawn. vox and ike are doers- vox is an active presence and throws himself into danger, while ike stays behind and makes sure the little details run smoothly. mysta was the moral compass that made sure everyone's spirits were high enough to avoid conflict. and reader is an observer. they usually intake information faster than the rest of the crew, and know how to perceive when things aren't adding up
every character has a weapon, and i wanted these to be more unconventional ones to really hone in the apocalypse theme. i almost gave vox a machete but i figured that's only something rural homeowners would have on hand (i wanted everyone's origins to be vague so this fic is more relatable) and also, it's a little too on the nose, no? besides, using a rebar ripped from a broken building? that's metal as fuck
when i started the fic shu was entirely an improvised weapon guy. lots of disposable things. the molotov was a reference to his fire sorcery, and millwall bricks are made entirely from newspaper. as i continued i realized he needed something consistent, so he got a fire poker as another reference to his lore
luca is the only person with two weapons, a shotgun and a spiked bat. he's the muscle after all! i tried to veer away from lore bc obviously some luxiem would have a huge advantage if they had, say, demonology or curses available. but i will say it's probs canon he's been around the block at least, no comment on if he was actually a mafioso or not. either way. he's the only one there that really understands firearms and how to stay calm until you really need it, and the spiked bat is his default. it's brutal and easy to use
reader uses two climbing picks. i'm not totally sure why, but for the past few months i've been enamored with climbing picks as a weapon. watching the new puss and boots last month didn't help either. they're like sickles, but less difficult to use since they aren't as curved. and they're practical outside of a fight too! this is the important part about why reader uses them. they're observant. sure, there's more conventional weapons in the party, but the picks are multiuse, and can get you out of a pinch, like how you and vox scaled the townhouse to escape. total bummer you were trapped underground, though
ike... okay. i'm not immune to eki. and it's just that he pairs so well with knives, no matter how hard i tried i always came back to them! more specifically how he has a set, not just one. the others don't come into play but he has a full set of kitchen knives- the others, he meticulously cleans and uses when preparing food or shelter. the largest chef's knife is dedicated for zombie slaying, and the cleaver can cut through bone. you have to use force to use a cleaver correctly. it's impractical for when a zomb's in your face, but give him the time and he can confirm none of them rise again. one of the may ways he stays in the background and makes sure everything is going to plan even when his assistance isn't really flashy
i never wrote him using it but mysta had a woodcutter's hatchet. he also chose his weapon for practicality like reader and ike. however, if you know anything about realistic axe fighting, it's that woodcutter axes are wildly different from fighting axes. the former is extremely heavy while the other is light. once you swing with a woodcutter's hatchet you can't stop. he was looking for a lighter alternative before the townhouse incident, like a proper weapon or a fireman's hatchet, but. well. um
mysta himself is more of a concept than a character in this fic. he definitely had a presence in the party before the events but there's a reason he never had any dialogue. he represents the morale of the party just as much as he does the unreachable sun. "because mysta died" is an unspoken motivation for just about everything the characters do in this fic, and his name becomes synonymous with a peaceful afterlife after hell on earth. when the characters can't even utter his name, it's because that peace is so far away they can't possibly fathom it
the luxiem + reader dynamic was way more lighthearted before mysta's death. it wasn't all joy, because hello, zompocalypse! but it was enough. his death is what kickstarts the animosity, as well as the trauma responses of the rest of the guys. ike's is mentioned by reader a few times and shu's grief is a source of tension but the rest of luxiem wasn't as focused on
vox is characterized with this heroic, "it's up to me to make things right" type of savior complex. mysta's death is the first time things have gone so horribly wrong, and the way that he sees it is like, "i watched him get swarmed, and if i could watch him then i could've ran and fought. my inaction is the reason why he died". even the way he breaks the news to shu and the gang is presentational because he detaches himself from reality for this whole hero thing, even though he doesn't recognize it himself. he's very dramatic. but he also deflects emotion in pursuit of action, like telling shu to set the townhouse on fire, and ignoring reader's concern over him. his last action is attempting to save reader and ike even when he knows there's nothing he can do, and all he has to show for it is his hand getting crushed by a piece of rubble that falls on it
i am VERY PROUD of how i wrote luca. which is to say i didn't write him at all. his characterization is invisible and that's what makes me so happy about it! i feel awful for him them most out of anyone here! vox witnessed mysta get swallowed up by the horde but luca was there with mysta the entire time, and when mysta sacrificed himself so luca can live, luca froze in shock and fear. he never gets over that moment. and luxiem doesn't mean to exclude him, but they're so worried over shu's meltdown and what to do next and this and that to read how mixed all his feelings are on it. vox is fixated on protecting him, and when he's in shock ike hides luca's vision so he's the only one that doesn't see mysta's silhouette in the townhouse before it goes up in flames. i... don't want to give away the answer, i'm sure rereading will identify it, but there's this one line of dialogue that sums up everything he's going through perfectly, and even reader the observer doesn't notice it like how he wants it to be noticed. my heart bleeds for him. when the ceiling collapses reader is struck by how he freezes, and it's a reprise of mysta's death for him. he's not getting over that either. after all he's the muscle but what good is muscle if it can't move?
shu,,,,,, if there's anything that i can say it's that he's not trying to be the villain. he had to mercy kill his brother in one of the most brutal ways imaginable, and then had to speedrun the five stages of grief because someone needs to lead this team. vox tries to lead just as much as shu does, but luca makes a good point. i don't think shu hates them at all. he's a very mama-bear type of character. he has a clear vision in mind of what he wants the path to look like, and anything outside of his vision is uncertain and thus dangerous. but luca makes a good point, and how malicious it's intended to be, i can't say, but he shuts down vox and luca a lot. he would never admit it during the events of the fic but there is a very ugly, very cavernous part of his soul that wants to blame someone, plural
so reader and ike are dead right. those two were the most mentally healthy(?) of the group, or at least, the ones that could help the group manage stress the best. now all that's left is vox, who hates himself for failing to save his friends three times now; shu, who already wasn't taking mysta's death well and certainly isn't going to do any better with the latest casualties; and luca, who everyone wants to protect and no one wants to listen to, and can barely get a word in between shu and vox's fights, and knows he doesn't have the instinct to act when it matters. i wish i had the clarity of mind to see and write their travel together. two of them were already at each other's throats, and the third is about ready to snap. i wish i could tell you how they destroy one another
there were so many points in this fic where i had to ask myself, am i going too far? this happens often, especially with angst, especially with romantic x readers. sometimes i wish i could describe ugliness! snot from crying and screaming so hard you retch in chunks, contortion, all that noise! when i get an opportunity to describe gore i fuckin' take it because that's pretty grody but in a hot bloodshed way. lots of other nastiness isn't very attractive, though, and the point of romantic x readers is to be attractive. so these "should i take a step back" moments really come in through with shu's breakdown, which was written to be as visceral and scathing and uncomfortable as possible. in early-early planning mysta was originally intended to been bitten and turned as you would expect, but the fire was added to it promptly to continue the plot- and when i wrote it, i felt so awful, it was such a brutal way to go out. that's when i figured i just need to commit to the thought, make things feel raw and tangible instead of manicured, and that i'd just be generous with tags. i'm very glad i stayed committed. even though i had to take so many mini breaks in ike's final moments to just look up and mutter to myself "man i'm so fucked up for this one". i'm also very glad that i knew reader would've blacked out and repressed the memory of killing ike, because i did say earlier, cleavers cut through bone. i love a good bloodfest but i think i gotta draw the very-far-away line at ike's head split apart, hotdog not hamburger
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thegroundsofbrooklyn · 2 years ago
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heavily brainrotting a very very specific ship dynamic because it's stuck in my mind and GOD I LOVE IT
i am currently living for fantasy ships with the main character who's new to magic but extremely naturally powerful and their partner who's extremely calm and smooth right up until someone hurts the main character. and then all hell breaks loose
or alternatively:
- highly trained human assassin without magic
- extremely powerful several-hundred-year-old non-human magic person who is also a highly trained assassin
- non-human meets human. they fall in love
- human finds out non-human is magic. they fall even more in love
- they fight side by side. but someone hurts / kills the human. and the non-human goes fucking ballistic. but in a calm angry way yknow
- this non-human has lived for hundreds, if not thousands of years. they have learnt time and time again that all immortality means is watching the people you live die again and again and again. but they just couldn't help but fall in love. and now they pay the price.
i honestly have no idea what characters this could apply to it could literally be any fandom ever but. i got carried away writing a template map kind of thing so have some overly angsty writing. using pronouns that imply mlm because i'm extremely, extremely gay but feel free to sapphic-ify it. or straight-ify it tbh but idk why you would do that /lh
cw for (very quick) mentions of blood / knives
Evil Person tightens their grip around Human's throat, their knife digging deeper in, Human gasping in pain as blood wells around the sharp metal. Evil Person's eyes narrow.
'Just give up. You can't win ... give up or he dies.'
Non-Human looks more vulnerable than ever, pain overflowing in his eyes as he watches Human begin to lose consciousness. Human's eyes, half closed, meet Non-Human's. His mouth moves, and he whispers in a voice low enough that only Non-Human can make out:
'Remember ... remember what you promised me.'
Non-Human and Human sit on the peak of the hill, leaning against each other. They make a promise here, before they leave for their mission. Human turns to Non-Human and speaks, calmly and surely: 'If it's between me and the mission, you must choose the mission. My life isn't worth it in exchange for the thousands we're saving.'
Non-Human puts his hand on the side of Human's face. 'You can't ask me to do that-'
'It's my right. It's what I want ... promise me.'
'I-'
'Promise me. Please.'
'... I promise.'
Non-Human sees the pain they feel reflected back at them in Human's eyes. He remembers the promise. He remembers the soft-spoken words.
He looks at Human, and he hopes that this one look can say all the words that he wishes he had the time to get across properly. Human smiles at him.
Non-Human shifts his gaze to Evil Person, his voice piercing the heavy silence: 'No.'
He can't find the will to cry out as Evil Person's knife slides cleanly across Human's throat. Human instantly goes limp in his grip.
Non-Human does not scream. He does not cry. He does not feel sadness, or grief. He does not even feel angry. He feels nothing. Human was everything, and now Human is gone.
Evil Person's eyes widen as they are suddenly able to hear the quiet thrum of the magic in Non-Human's mind, accompanied by words spoken in a cold voice, the voice of a killer, of an assassin, of someone who has lost everything and blames the world.
'You will pay ...
'This world will pay.'
When Non-Human's eyes rise from Human's body, they glow with a fierce golden light.
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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years ago
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━"God? Oh He's Dead"
━Tw: Mention of knives, general Sally Face stuff, ect ect
(Y/n) would own a bat with rusty nails stabbed into the side if they could.
Growing up in the country side where everyone knew each other was a fucking thorn in their side. Especially when you're known as the one to practice knife throwing for fun instead of showing up to meaningless parties every Friday night.
What made moving to this shitty apartment complex any more interesting? Apparently the answer lied within a blue haired boy and his punk ass brother.
Oh yeah. And the cult that was actively out to kill them all
━Notes: Got Sally Face brainrot. I'm a fic writer. You can peice the rest together
━Song: "Cigarette Aheago" By Penelope Scott
Part One
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A rock slammed into the ground with a sharp crack, bits of the once smooth stone breaking off into a rubble and grey colored dust. Another one hit the same black pavement soon after, the projectile having come from a high enough place to split itself in two.
More specifically the top of a horrid looking building.
(Y/n)s legs dangled off an uncomfortable concrete ledge, a glorified pebble resting in the palm of their hand as they chucked it with as much effort as possible. A small grunt slipped from their lips at the motion of throwing the rock, scaring away a nearby pigeon that had been nesting next to them up until now. They paused in their throwing to watch the bird fly off, a shiny purple and green feather falling in its wake.
This whole place was shitty. The roads that were filled with potholes, the loose bricks barely keeping this building from collapsing, even the goddamn elevator (Y/n) had taken to get up here. It was filled with the stench of mildew and sweat, along with suspicious stains lining the walls in a splatter motion.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s better than their hometown. (Y/n) had hated the country side ever since they could talk and walk. The corner stores filled to the brim with knock off brands of chips and candies, how deer would prance through their backyard completely ignoring the garden they had spent all spring tending to, a school of roughly a hundred people that all preferred to stuff people smaller than them in lockers-
And the corn. The fucking corn.
They never wanted to see a single stalk of that goddamn crop for as long as they lived. You couldn’t walk five feet without running into yet another field of that shit in the country.
So maybe that’s why no tears were shed when (Y/n)s dad told them they were moving to the city due to ‘a business trip’. They were pretty sure it’s because he got fired from his job of eleven years and decided a fresh start would be better, but they opted to keep their mouth shut about that and go with it. Besides they would have done anything to get out of that hellhole at that point. It’s not like they had a lot of friends to give saddened goodbyes to anyways. I guess that’s what happens when you spend your free time teaching yourself how to fight instead of getting shit faced at cheap parties.
Nothing was worse than that place.
At least that’s what they thought until they met the Nockfell Apartment Complex.
Finally deciding to hop off the ledge, (Y/n) swung their legs over the side and slid down to the floor littered with loose food wrappers and brown leaves.
Their dad was probably wondering where they had wandered off to for the last hour or two. It’s not like there were a lot of places to go here anyways so they didn’t want to worry him. Not like they could of course- he was a bit desensitized to their lengthy disappearances at this point.
Still, they found themself back in the confines of that same metal box again, pushing the worn red button to get to their new apartment. It had only gotten halfway there before the elevator changed courses, stopping abruptly and opening its doors to let a pair of new faces on.
They wouldn’t have paid them a second glance if not for that mask.
It was the shorter one with his sneakers untied that caught (Y/n)s eye at first. He had bright blue hair that was pulled into two pigtails on the side of his head. They fell loosely by his ears, allowing (Y/n) to get a good look at the white mask he was wearing.
It was secured around the back of his head by two brown leather straps, clasped in place with metal pieces. The material of the mask itself looked smooth, the surface carved into a monotone expression with holes so he could see and breathe. He looked to be just a few years younger than them, if even that.
Their gaze drifted slowly from him up to the taller boy, still intruiged by the presence of the mask. Immediately they stumbled in surprise at the fact he was already staring straight at them with a wide smile, teeth and all.
He had the brightest brown eyes they had ever seen. Honey brown almost. It was a stark contrast to his tan skin and even darker hair; which was currently tied in a bun at the top of his head. Without the hair draping over his ears messily they could see the metal piercings of all different designs decorating his ears. Beyond that a baggy brown shirt hung off his lean frame, the band logo on it extremely familiar to (Y/n).
The both of them were panting and sweaty, looking like they had just ran a marathon to get to the elevator. It made (Y/n) wonder what they had been doing before this.
They gave a timid wave to them, an uncertain smile pulling at the corner of their lips. It grew into a more genuine one when the tall boy waved quickly back though.
It only took a second of the sound of metal gears from the elevator filling the silence before the bluenette to their left cracked and finally spoke.
”You new here?”
His question could have been mistaken for a statement with the way he said it. It made (Y/n) huff out a slight laugh at the tone.
”Is it that obvious?” They teased.
“But yes. You could say that.” (Y/n) responded, stuffing their hands in their pant pockets. “The vacant room on the second floor, 206? Yeah me and my dad moved in a day or two ago. Fun stuff.”
They watched as his grey eyes gave them a once over through the masks eye holes while they spoke. (Y/n) couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Normally that would put them on edge, but something about this kid seemed different. He didn’t give off the judgmental vibe most people did when engaging in their laid back and standoffish behavior. If anything he appeared to be sizing them up. As if (Y/n) reminded him of somebody.
”We’re practically neighbors then.” He spoke, his tone a lot more casual now. Less tense. Friendly almost. “Me and my dad live on 204, just next door.”
(Y/n) responded with a ‘that’s cool’, smiling down at him. It could have been their imagination but the slight crinkle at the edge of his eyes almost made him look like he was smiling at them too.
“I’m Larry and this is Sally, but you can call him Sal. Everyone does.” A new voice piped up, voice deep and casual. “Nice to meet you little dude. We don’t get lots of new faces around here.”
The teen—now known as Larry—never broke eye contact with (Y/n) while he spoke. He seemed content just talking to them, scanning their figure with his eyes lightly. They could have swore that a mischievous glint was present in his gaze.
They hummed lowly at the scrappy introduction, mentally laughing at the use of ‘little dude’. He didnt look but a few months older than them if anything. But (Y/n) just let it be and gave their own name in response.
It was quite for a while after that, save for the constant noises coming from the old elevator. At least it was quiet until Larry spoke up again.
”So you like G?OHD.” He stated gleefully. They would have been able to hear the slight smile in his voice even if they weren’t already looking at him.
They glanced briefly down at the shirt Larry was referencing to see the worn out band logo he had pointed out.
It wasn’t a well known group. Just a metal band from a few decades ago that had a sizable following. The only reason (Y/n) even knew about it was because their dad had gone to a concert once when he was younger and brought back some merchandise from it that they eventually found packed away.
They wondered how Larry knew about it then. In fact they couldn’t think of the last person who had even mentioned listening to them. I guess when you lived in an area as confined as the country, not many people wanted to hear the teenager who threw knives for fun talk about a band named God? Oh He’s Dead. If anything they avoided the possibility of it.
(Y/n) answered back that they did, asking why he had pointed that out of all things. (If anything most people questioned why exactly they had a pair of earrings shaped like boobs hanging from their lobes. Always a fun conversation starter.)
”No reason.”
Larrys crooked smile said otherwise.
With that the large metal doors opened, announcing (Y/n)s rather abrupt arrival on their floor. The ride had taken shorter than expected, although maybe that was the strangely comforting presence of the other teens speeding things up.
They tilted their head like a puppy, turning around to look curiously at the two one last time.
Sal had just waved quietly at them, elbowing Larry in the stomach when he did a dramatic bow in honor of their absence from the lift.
”I’ll be seeing you around little dude.”
And then they we’re gonna, off to a different floor to do god knows what.
Okay so maybe things were looking up.
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sohyuki · 3 years ago
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saw a picture of childe the other day and brainrotted real hard
imagine being rival newbie fatui agents with childe. you are both initiated at the same time, sorted into the same battalion, posted on the same missions. so naturally, the two of you start competing with each other. childe is the one that starts it when he walks up to your table in the mess hall and challenges you to a duel. you frown, the grip on your spoon tightening just a little at the glint in his eyes. you know how the senior agents whisper of the new recruit, the one with a wildness in his eyes and an ego to rival the towers of celestia. but you accept anyway, because mama didn’t raise a quitter. it ends in a tie that childe (ajax. my name is ajax, you learn when the two of you are laying breathless on your backs from the fight and you refer to him as carrot head) swears he won. somehow, things change after that. you still compete with each other but somehow, somewhere, you start to think of childe (ajax) as a friend. 
sometimes when there is only you, ajax and the stars, he will tell you of his life before zapolyarny palace. of his family, his brothers and sisters, the fishing village he calls home, the weight of the vision by his waist, the darkness of his dreams and the endlessness of the abyss. he tells you, voice as quiet as a child in a thunderstorm, of the things he’s seen. you think that sometimes he forgets you’re there because it sounds more like a confession of sins in hopes for absolution. it’s only when you place a hand on his shoulder, night after night, that he’s able to ground himself to reality. he’ll grin at you then and call you soft and the moment is gone. (”to protect the ones i love, i need more power. to protect my family. to protect you.”)
the harbingers call for the addition of another member one day in early spring. it’s rare that the tsaritsa decides for a change of guard but childe is excited. becoming a harbinger means influence, authority and most of all, power. he won’t have to worry about being too weak, about not being enough to protect the ones closest to him. maybe, as a harbinger, he’ll be able to finally give you the life you deserve. 
there aren’t many who have come for the selection tournament. the fatui demand absolute devotion to the tsaritsa and as such, each participant is giving a trial tailored specifically to them in an attempt to weed out their weaknesses. childe is confident. this would be an easy win because he’s been through hell and back and not even the abyss could break him. he’s seen things you’d only see in your darkest nightmares and lived through them. when they call his badge number, he saunters into the ring, confidence bleeding from every step he takes until he sees the doctor, dottore drag a hooded figure towards him. 
every fibre in childe’s being screams. his mind says wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, as the world seems to slow down. where were you, why didn’t he see you this morning, why didn’t he look for you like he always did, where you in the crowd, were you in the palace, where, where, where. it’s only when the hood is pulled off that the world truly stops. your eyes are wild, frantic as they take in  the arena before settling on him. 
“kill them.” 
a weakness. his weakness. 
the doctor tosses a knife at him and it clangs against the ice in front of him. 
“kill them and the harbinger position is yours.” 
power. authority. influence. power. authority. influence. 
you were never in the equation, you think as you watch ajax pick up the knife, clutch it in his trembling fingers. there was no reality where you remain by his side, where ajax becomes the harbinger he hopes to be and you become the home he needs. celestia has bestowed upon him the cruelest of fates and you pray, when he drives the knife into your chest, you pray that somehow, somewhere, he would find salvation. 
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teddybasmanov · 2 years ago
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Redacted characters cold weapons headcanons:
Because a few people have brought back several old hyperfixations, several of which include historical weaponry. Will try to keep it historically accurate, but no promises. This time with pictures, so the post is even longer than usual.
Listeners version.
Gavin - a classical late-medieval eastern European sabre. Because he's my favourite and they are my favourites. Also, they're practical but not as simple and straight-forward as just swords. (This sabre is pretty specific, but not specific enough for my tastes.)
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Huxley - a battle axe. None of that fancy double-sided/double-edged stuff - simple and practical. In theory can be used in non-battle scenarios (probably not the best idea though). No one said it can't be pretty, though. (Kudos to Fedor Solntsev for all the art I’m using here.)
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Lasko - a spear - doesn't require such good aim like a bow or a crossbow, but lets you keep your enemy at a decent distance. At first, I thought about a Macedonian spear (sarissa), but it's mostly used in a specific battle formation, so... Look at this beauty - it's called Langxian or wolf brush/wolf tail. (top of the picture)
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Damien - a gladius. Simple, elegant, straight to the point. (Also definitely not affected by another brainrot. cough Ancient!Greek!Monsters!AU cough)
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Caelum - he's a baby, so he's not getting one. I can give him a pretty round shield, though.
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David - a zweihänder or an espadon (it's pretty much the same thing, just one German and another Spanish) - I just want to see David with a comically huge sword. Like David sized sword. (They can be longer than two metres.)
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Asher - cinquedea or five fingers. I’d say he just finds it really funny (I do too) and he’s a kind of guy to chose a weapon by a “makes me chuckle” criteria.
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Milo - since I and @teasandcardigans​ have already decided that Milo deserves a gun, from the cold weapons he gets a crossbow. Faster and easier (in theory) to use than a regular bow.
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Vincent - a rapier. He's a fancy little prince, he only needs weapons for duels over petty disagreements and fights he picks up because he's bored.
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Sam - I can’t help I want to give him a stiletto, because he’s a former healer, but then all the cowboy jokes, so... he gets a nagaika with a knife inside. Not exactly a whip, but  maybe even cooler.
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Avior - koncerz. A thin straight long sword kind of person - it’s still light and elegant, but more fuctional than a rapier.
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Cam - emeici or Emei Piercers. He probably doesn't want to have a weapon at all, so if he had to choose, he'd have something very low key, but not as dramatic as a battle fan.
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Elliott - khopesh - chose a weapon by how usual it looks (it’s still functional, of course).
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Ollie - he’s another baby, who, be it my will, I won’t give a weapon to (/hj), but hey, I already started writing these headcanons, so: ziwu yuanyang yue or double deer horns knife. It’s small and looks like something a geek like him would be into.
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Aaron - a chekan (yes it's different from a horseman's pick). Mostly because my favourite historical novel featured such a thing as a “bandits' leader chekan” and Aaron is the ultimate boss.
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Geordi - another geek baby, so he gets a classical tanto (it’s like a small katana, just in case).
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FlyBoi!Ivan - shestoper or six-feathered. It's dull and heavy and has a certain seriousness to it.
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Guy - a sling, because brats don’t get proper weapons. He can have funny stones as a treat.
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dayurno · 2 years ago
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okay so listen. about my taylor angst kandreil au. this isn't posted anywhere? i literally only write this for my friend and then we scream about each other's writing in our whatsapp chat. also, and that might be the more pressing issue, it's entirely in german cause, you know, i am german. i only started writing in english when i started writing smut cause ew, can't do that in german, but taylor came before that so. there's that. i am sorry, i would definitely let you read it!!
ALSO thank you SOSOSOSOSO much for those new years day snippets i am going to COMBUST????? this is. so them i wanna SCREAM AND DESTROY SOMETHING preferably myself
on reputation kandrew: i just wrote an entire thing about king of my heart kandrew cause
your love is a secret i'm hoping dreaming dying to keep???
the end of all the endings, my broken bones are mending???
i totally agree on your dress agenda, i have been listening to it nonstop these past few days and this is SO kandrew. may i offer you call it what you want kandrew as well? because:
my castle crumbled over night, i brought a knife to a gunfight, they took the crown but it's alright
loves me like i'm brand new
he built a fire just to keep me warm
all the jokers dressing up as kings, they fade to nothing when i look at him
OKAY this ask got way too long already, so i am stopping now, but i think you get what i mean. my kandrew brainrot is bad, and i adore it.
(one last thing.
my reputation's never been worse so you must like me for me)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, time to learn german i guess ........... even though i am fundamentally against european languages on every aspect. "dont you speak portuguese" yes, BRAZILIAN portuguese, do not compete where u cant compare!
REPUTATION IS SOOOOOOSOOOSOOOO KANDREW ESP PRE-CANON ive been playing with the idea of a pre-canon long fic for a while now and i was just thinking abt how much reputation would Fit. i feel like it has such a slow romantic pace and has all that tension of liking someone a Lot but not it just being a very chaotic moment all around............ call it what you want specifically imo is just. LIKE IT DESCRIBES KEVINS FALL FROM GRACE SO WELL.. my castle crumbled overnight / i brought a knife to a gun fight / they took the crown but its alright? AND LIKE. AND!!! and i dont know maybe i just got issues but i have a thing about kevin praising andrew. i feel like he is a person whos as quick to scold as he is to praise (seen in: everything he does with neil) but with andrew specifically, when kevin thinks hes done good, andrew will know bc kevin isnt shy about it! so when she says shit like "my baby's fit like a daydream" its like. I DONT KNOWWW HONESTLY but something just clicks in my brain at the thought of kevin feeling that way abt andrew
also i know i know i know..... I want to wear his initial / On a chain round my neck, chain round my neck is not the most healthy thing to say about a man but. i think something i hold dearest to me is the idea that under deals and promises, after all is said and done, what andrew most wants is that the people he puts so much effort into choose to stay with him Willingly u know? not because of coercion or fear or necessity but because they really want to stay w him. and i feel like, for kandrew specifically............... isnt that the biggest thing? kevin being his because he really really really wants to be, and not bc he needs to be. (nicki minaj voice) i got issues yeah bitch i got issues
anyway hehe ahem. my apologies for the just as wordy reply
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