#this is just what’s in the outline rn

[fiddles-ifs]

so fury was transferred to city 17, are they the only clone in the city? if so, was there one there at any point before they were transferred?

Unsure if they’re the only clone in the City right now — they might not be? They essentially moved in to replace one of the many casualties in the war.

[paunchsalazar]

keep thinking about Scott and Wallace going back to their apartment for the first time since his presumed death (because I think even if they’re going to try and be a couple no way he’s moving in with Ramona after one date and an encounter with their future selves) even if his death might’ve gotten him out of their lease. actually.. now that he’s back… he probably needs to pay rent…

all his stuff is still there, except for the jacket, some clothes are still on the floor (because Wallace hasn’t really been home all that much, okay!) his toothbrush is still in the cup on the sink.. they have accidentally used each other’s so many times anyway, why throw it out…

getting ready for bed and getting into their shared futon.. was it always this small? can’t believe Wallace ends up living in a huge mansion and that Scott is still crashing at his place…

[thesunisatangerine]

playing for keeps – preview

alexia putellas x childhoodfriend!barçaplayer!reader

warning: light angst

status: work in progress

(a/n in the tags) [parts: preview]

The car ride was deafening in its silence.

In Alexia’s defense, she’d done everything she could to fill it: she’d tried asking you about your flight and when that didn’t work, she started talking football. She asked you about your last season, about how you won your league and wondered about how that must’ve felt; inquired about your negotiations with the club and how you felt about returning back to Barça–solicited for the reason that made you inclined to come back. Heck, she even tried to get you talking by mentioning things you used to do or like–things she didn’t know you didn’t do nor like now. 

For every question, you’d given her the same kind of nothing. A yes, a no, or a hum. There was a weight in your chest that exhausted you past the point of exchanging pleasantries and niceness, a seemingly impossible task for the tiredness in your bones, your soul. So you excused yourself, told her it was the jet lag, and you saw the way the light in her eyes dimmed with disappointment, training them on the road with deliberate focus, her lips tightening to a line of silence.

You still knew the language of her face and body–how could you not when they’d carve themselves into the tissues of your mind?–to perceive that she wasn’t entirely convinced with what you just said because maybe, just maybe, you were to her as she was to you: familiar. The thought provided little comfort, made your chest heavier with guilt even, another stone dropped into the pitcher. 

The feeling gave way to another thought, unpleasant in the way it told you what you already knew, ‘Way to treat the person who took time out of their precious night to drive you to your apartment when she could be using that time to rest for tomorrow’s practice. How nice.’

And then, another.

‘Just like how you treated Olivia, right?’

The reminder made you close your eyes from the sting that followed, a stitch torn from its place in a wound newly closed, and you tried to prevent the tears’ impending arrival but the darkness that followed served to rub salt to the cut as it made the fleeting images clearer, the words ever louder.

“I’m so stupid! So stupid…” 

“Go. Please, just go. You won’t find happiness here.”

A touch on your arm startled you back to the present, the jostle from the gasp you let out just enough to make a tear fall, and you found Alexia with her eyes on you, concern and a question reflected in their light.

The car had stopped, parked outside of your apartment complex. 

“What’s wrong?” Soft was the way she spoke the words but the look she laid upon you was even more gentle. Your heart lurched–away or towards her, you weren’t sure–and you ached, and for what exactly, you didn’t know but the question made you reminisce about the old times, back to when you used to tell each other everything.

But how could you tell her about this? About what led to this? When the fire from that night remained in your chest, glowing and waiting patiently as an ember in the night, waiting for the wind to call her name–to set her aflame again?

You casted your eyes aside and turned your head away so you could wipe the tear that fell, before you met her eyes again. You said with a small smile, apologetic. 

“Nothing. I’m just–I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

Alexia regarded you for another moment, eyes tracing some invisible path along your face, long enough that you considered she’d ask you more about why you cried just then. Instead, she said with a half-smile, teasing, “Don’t worry about it. What else is new?” 

Your shoulders eased down a bit.

“Still a smart-mouth, I see. Indeed, what else is new?”

At your response, the both of you chuckled but the pressing silence returned. 

“How long has it been since we’ve played together?” 

Alexia whispered with a wistful tone, brows knitting together at her question as she leaned back against her seat, putting her arms behind her head which pulled the sleeves of her shirt to reveal the tattoo under her arm.

You turned your gaze away, to the unlit window of your apartment.

“Too long.”

“Two years too long.” Alexia corrected you and then she shook her head, “I know you already explained it but I still don’t understand why you went to the States out of all places. Out of all your options, you had to choose the furthest one.”

You shrugged, hunching forward so you could rest your elbows on your knees, fingers clasping together as you twiddled your thumbs.

“You knew I’ve always wanted to see what the league is like there.”

“Right,” Alexia drawled in a tone that told you she was, in fact, aware that she didn’t know–that what you said was a load of bullshit. “So, what’s the verdict?”

‘It wasn’t like home.’

“I can hear your judgment all over your tone.” You replied drily then added, “It was great, thank you very much.”

Alexia laughed and strands of her hair fell to her face which she brushed back with a finger before she sank further into her seat.

“Well, you should tell me more about how you enjoyed yourself, then. Surely, you must have a lot of stories to tell.” You heard the unspoken words, ‘Stories you never bothered to tell me through the phone or during the instances we’d met during the time you were away.’

Still you answered her in your mind, ‘I would’ve enjoyed it better if you were there.’

“Where do you want me to begin?” If Alexia heard the weary sigh in your tone, she made no indication she did. 

“I don’t know. Where do you want to start?”

‘I went away because of you.’

“At this point, we’ll be here all night.” You laughed.

Alexia laughed along. “Just tell me anything then.”

‘Distance didn’t work. You still have my heart.’

You hummed, thinking of a story, easing back in your seat finally and then you began. 

“Well…”

[idyllcy]

creaks in the floor || task force 141 + könig horror event

Pit. pat. pit. pat.

There is a sense of death that only seems to ghost with staying quiet for the better, hand over your mouth as you dare not to even dart your eyes, the quiet creaking of the floorboard squeaking with each step. The tanginess of the red coats your lungs, and the splinter the raw wood gives you stains your mouth. You'll hold your breath, count to ten, and then the creaks in the wood disappear into another bad dream.

Though, the blood of red snarled on the birch will not.

Week 1 - Sound // With Simon "Ghost" Riley

One second there is a crunch, and the next, death.

Week 2 - Smell // With Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Metallic, tangy... rotting

Week 3 - Sight // With König

There is blue, then red, then, nothing.

Week 4 - Touch // With Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Your skin prickles, his skin straightens

Week 5 - Taste // With John Price

a blood in your mouth. and there is metal where the tongue is.

Update time: thursdays ? i hope.

[batw1nggg]

Komahina post-game headcanons pls!!!

OK ITS TIMELINE TIME

so this goes for pretty much all dr survivor ships. but i think their relationship development postgame is very very very blurry and nonlinear. they r stuck in a MINIMUM 5 year long gay ass situationship because komaeda is still inclined to push away anyone that tries to love him bc luck + hajime is really caught up with his identity issues and his self image interferes with how he thinks komaeda sees him + hajime is his doctor for a little bit + both of them generally need to heal + THEY R ASSSS at communicating. HORRIBLE combination here.

their first kiss is like maybe half a year to a year after komaeda wakes up and from then it SPIRALSSS. they go from soft and tender moments to hook ups to daily arguments back to soft and tender back to arguing all in one day and that goes on for YEARS. theyll make out like crazy up against the door or whatever and then three minutes later hajime is on the cottage floor distraught because he doesnt know if komaeda truly returns his feelings. the first person to ever feel hajime’s surgery scars (other than himself) is komaeda and it’s in the middle of an argument theoretical-friction-of-lucky-stars-style. they start staying nights at each others cottages and it gets to a point where theyll have months long periods where theyre essentially living together, just alternating between their two cottages depending on how they feel, and then one screaming match and then theyre apart again, and then two weeks later theyre back to living together etc etc etc. half of the others is extremely scared the other half is like canthey just figure it out already.

eventually they do figure it out. once they both do some self work and some healing then the screaming matches go away and they adopt a samoyed together. the next big hurdle for them is when they both go off to the mainland to work for the future foundation (which in my timeline is. when theyre abt 30?). theyre always placed on missions together because their luck compliments each other + theyre unbearable to work with apart. they lowkey get kinda codependent during this period because. almost dying on missions every week probably doesnt help the relationship all that much.

eventually they quit their jobs to live out a gay life on the island and have a lowkey wedding. at about 40ish is when they adopt a kid. they adopt the oldest kid at the towa city orphanages and they all live happily ever after. they r the last 2 of the jabberwockers to die of old age, with komaeda being the last last one

[moonscape]

regigigas is never escaping being the butt of a joke with these leaks

[libra-cant-just-dance]

So tempted to try to grind out the rest of Mirrored Walls before 2025 comes out and proves that actually no, all that DIDN’T happen after Jack’s friends got taken away on a boat. There’s no way that’s gonna happen tho

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

connection between "the poets are just kids who didn't make it" -> "I went to sleep a poet and I woke up a fraud" -> "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead"

also a branch off there that ties Hand of God with TMOTM but that's actually a lyric comp I'm planning to make soon more than an actual note

[jade-of-mourning]

been writing again. i miss writing for fun aha. pain why is this guy so repressed and fucked up.

this one's about lightning n plants n blah blah symbolism stuff and i stopped writing it over two years ago but now i'm back ig. mako is having a terrible time post-canon and it's great! (for me) i dumped out some stuff that i find unusable and am hoping the rest holds up to a reasonable extent

[love-songs-for-emma]

am i going to single-handedly create a fandom about jay holt from the video game "as dusk falls"? i just fuckin might

[tartarduck]

this post is a thank you to the mhy staff who made chest harness luke possible. the shading of the folds on his shirt is truly. detailed.

and by that i mean you can literally see the outline of the key under his shirt !!! i wasn't looking anywhere else, i swear!!!!!!

[keeps-ache]

you're oddly familiar!

[background + timelapse below]

[cerealmonster15]

rereading my fics is like a constant cycle of being like "teehee that was funny. oh god that line was cringe. hehe that was funny. wait why did i say that 😑. hehe. wait i forgot about that part. hang on didnt i plan to write xyz into this why did i never get to that. teehee that was funny-"

[mirrortouchedsea]

HiMERU was fuming when he walked into the church. His brother was just sitting here this whole time, not even bothering to look for him or do anything useful? HiMERU needed to stay calm. His fists were clenched at his side. He walked up to Tatsumi Kazehaya and asked him if he had been keeping Kaname against his will, which was met with a negative response. Kaname had stayed of his own free will. I would never force someone to stay, Tatsumi said.

HiMERU stormed over to his brother seated in one of the pews next to Amagi’s younger brother and the other child he couldn’t be bothered to learn the name of and grabbed him by the wrist. Let’s go, there’s no reason for you to stay here. Kaname resisted, though HiMERU was stronger and continued walking out to where Rinne, Niki and Kohaku were sitting outside. 

Onii-chan I can’t leave. That priest said he wasn’t forcing you to stay so we’re going. He isn’t but--onii-chan please just listen-- 

HiMERU took one step outside the chapel, Kaname’s hand breaching the doorway, still in his grasp. It suddenly felt… 

He looked down and saw it begin to rot away. 

I can’t leave, Onii-chan. 

[bbutterflies]

why is writing the fic fun… and naming the fic impossible…

[gothsuguru]

getting an iced pumpkin chai in the morning and then my personal goal is to spend the whole day writing and i hope i can come back to this post tomorrow and rb w how much progress i’ve made!!!