#bulletpoint fic

[pearlescentpearl]

Political Pawn AU

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nonetheless, Nelyafinwë begs leave to go

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

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

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

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

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

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

So far

Fëanáro will change that

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

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

Time the Enemy seems keen not to grant them

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

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

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

They are not his most useful sons for building fortifications anyhow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We shall build at Eithel Sirion then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It holds an iron chest in its hands

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

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

But no

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

Fëanáro will not be fooled. 

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

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

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

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

It reeks of blood too

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

He feels numb

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

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

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

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

Their spirits firm. Good

#political pawn au #silmarillion #bulletpoint fic #feanor #maedhros #buckle up folks the byzantine politics are gonna be off the charts in this one #also have some fun mithrim sindar worldbuilding #they're nearly as neglected as the avari in terms of exploration

[ihasafandom]

Carnage Re-Write Part 6

Part 6/?

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

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

Title Card

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

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

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

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

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

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

Villains: pine for eachother (jealousy/pining resonance)

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

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

Eddie: be in a hurry, drive recklessly

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

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

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

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

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

Venom: find a better host

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

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

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

Venom: break Cletus out

Mulligan: call Eddie re: breakout

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

Eddie: call on a friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dan gets call from Anne

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

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

Carnage, Shriek, Cletus: start marriage

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

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

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

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

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

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

Venom & Eddie: Win fight

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

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

Credits Roll

Mid-Credits Scene:

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

End--credits scene:

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

End Credits

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

Any other suggestions on things to change in this outline?

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

Hopefully I will be finished @symbruary by May

Part 6/7?

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#My Stuff #venom #venom fic #carnage #carnage fic #carnage rewrite #venom rewrite #writing #fanfic #let there be carnage #venom: let there be carnage #ltbc #v:ltbc #vltbc #venom movies #sony venom #marvel #marvel venom #marvel's venom #sony's venom #rewrite #rewrites #text #my stuff #bulletpoint fic #bullet point fic #fic outline #symbruary

[pettyprocrastination]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He became a smuggler because of it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All he can do is nod. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One.” 

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

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.” 

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins. 

“Four.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

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

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

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #i had an idea of something similar for tommy but on outbreak night he uh. abandons you instead of getting separated from you #because. angst :D #people say nice things #this was incredibly generous of you anon thank you so so much! #i may get myself a little starbucks drink this week now because I havent had starbucks since like january 1st lol #joel reeling from taking in all this information and also realizing he suckerpunched HIS OWN KID #id like to apologize for all the grammatical issues with this. this is just a bulletpoint word vomit to get my thoughts on the page before- #-beginning the actual fic. also I have to do a midterm tonight and this is my treat to myself hehe #but yes. joel getting separated from his wife on outbreak night and having to accept that shes probably dead #meanwhile youve lived this entire life without him because you think HES dead ad raising your boys all on your own #which just- further digs into his insecurities about failing in his role as a protector #he couldn't save sarah. he can't save ellie and he couldn't even save you #he thinks about you pregnant and alone. fending for yourself in a world full of infected and raiders and his chest grows tight again #this is all followed by Ellie going >:O 'you KNOW THIS PSYCHO?'and then joel immediately snapping at her to WATCH HER MOUTH #because that kid has no filter and he has to explain that youre his wife #anyways joels wife is a badass mfer who also maybe has a little garden and some chickens that you and your boys take care of <3 yeah . #reunion tag #ill be using that for this specific couple because I dont have a fic title yet but if anybody has suggestions!

[honeyhotteok]

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

Hope you're all well

Sorry even I was busy with high school😔

Just a Lil suggestion thingy for your writing ~

I was wondering how 'bout~

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

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

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

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

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

(Johan, Jake, Samuel)

Johan Seong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jake Kim

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

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

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

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

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

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

Samuel Seo

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

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

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

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

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

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

+ bonus: HTF - Taehoon Seong

this little shit would nip it in the bud real quick

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

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

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

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

#feels like i basically just wrote scenarios for each of them instead of hcs?? #man im not good at this hc shit huh #fics are more my forte but i tried #also why does it feel like cheating when i use bulletpoints when writing lmaoo #anyway it's been a minute since ive posted on here #lookism headcanons #lookism #lookism x reader #johan seong x reader #jake kim x reader #samuel seo x reader #taehoon seong x reader

[brainicusrotticus]

Got any Vace headcanons you feel like sharing? 👀

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

touch starvation

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

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

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

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

• but he’s also touch-averse.

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

• and he is afraid of it

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

• it’s just easier that way

• (but not better.)

people pleasing

• he used to be a people pleaser.

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

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

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

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

• shared likes and dislikes, attitudes, world views…

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

• this is what led to rex bullying him

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

• after he broke rex’s arm, he stopped

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

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

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

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

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

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

xenos

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

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

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

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

• and then tried to pet it

• but the helios? didn’t really have animals

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

snow

• vace doesn’t like the cold

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

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

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

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

• but real snow is freezing

• (supposedly)

• (he’s never actually seen any)

• his favorite vertumna season is quiet

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

alcohol

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

• but he refuses to avoid it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

• and he lays it all out for him.

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

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

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

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

• vace stops drinking, then

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

• but he does get there.

chronic pain

• it’s his arm

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

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

• that fucks shit up

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

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

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

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

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

• but pain medication?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#i really just went #instead of quick little bulletpoints #we write a small fic about each one #but i stand by ALL of these lmao #iwate #iwatex #i was a teenage exocolonist #olivaceous #vace #vace exocolonist #headcanon

[gingerbreadmonsters]

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

#this fic is going to get negative notes i can already tell lmao #the scope of appeal is so stupidly narrow #but That Does Not Matter #i have to believe that #its for ME #its what i want to see and its what makes me happy #i will never put this in a real post because i would be immediately dragged into the square and burned for hypocrisy #but i think its worth saying #this is rasmr specific i dont know about any other fandoms so dont take this as a universal rule #if you go into your favourite tag variant (e.g. 'redacted [x character name]' or 'redacted [genre]') #and sort by 'top' rather than 'latest' #i would like you to scroll down until you find fic #by which i specifically mean PROSE - not bulletpoints or hcs or matchups or those sorts of things #(this is not to say that those things aren't good or worthy of respect - they ARE - but that's not what i'm talking about here) #i would like you to just think about how long it takes you to find a fic in there #because surprise! it's almost certainly longer than you would hope or indeed expect #now........ i wonder why that is? #i don't mean to sound egotistical or selfish or self-aggrandising through all this #but.... you know. fic writers - during their one life on this earth - put in an AWFUL lot of their real time and energy and love into this #into writing things for other people who they will never know or meet to enjoy for FREE on the internet #i don't think you can be surprised that it's a bit disheartening to do all that and then be met with basically silence #it's like cooking for people yk? #some fics are more complex/longer/time-intensive than others - in the way that making a five-course meal is more work than making a sandwic #but if someone made that food for you - whether it was a cookie or an entire christmas dinner - you'd still say thank you...... right? #you wouldn't just take it from them and leave the room - then eat it in total silence where they can't see - and then not say anything...? #if you liked it - or even if you didn't! - wouldn't you still say thank you? wouldn't you tell them that it was nice and you enjoyed it? #that you liked the ingredients they chose or the way they cooked it or the toppings they chose to put on it? #for the sake of everyone whose ever cooked you a meal i hope you would #because i'll tell you something for free - you will be scrolling on that tag for an uncomfortably long time. why is that? #because reblogs/comments/kudos/likes are to fic writers what 'thank you' is to a cook

[koulakoukoula2003]

Hi so I was wondering if you could share some your headcanons for Erwin x reader modern AU but if somebody's already asked or you've done it already than that's ok 🙏🙏

OF COURSE, ANON *stretches fingers*

Erwin x Reader Modern!AU Headcanons

You two met one morning completely randomly when you both discovered a bakery that makes the finest croissants in town

You bumped into him and god were you the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on "i- i'm so sorry!"

he chuckled "it's quite alright,"

you two kept finding each other every day at the exact same hour in the exact same bakery so as you can see, things were bound to happen

you could have never guessed that this man was rich. you only found out on your first date that took place in the most expensive restaurant in the city and he paid the entire bill no matter how much you insisted that it wasn't fair

so yes, whatever AU we're in, this man's got money, you cannot convince me otherwise

he's got exceptional manners, a real gentleman from the way he treats you, holds your hand, spoils you

but uhhhhh you've no idea what his job is about LMAO you've no idea how he makes all that money and wellllllll you'll probably never find out

listen, erwin smith is a morally grey character in canon, and in my opinion, he is a morally grey character in every universe you find him

i mean, he's got a company that makes phones and laptops and gadgets like that but that's a brand that no one's heard about and no one's buying?????

and this man's got money somehow????

something's totally fishy here

ahem TW but drug trafficking LMAO

yeah totally, he's the man who'd do that stuff and I KNOW this is not mafia!boss AU but hear me out

the man's got bigger goals, and he needs money to achieve them

so he does not hesitate to go to the not-so-moral side of the industry

but let's be honest, who DOESN'T do drugs in our current state am i right (me lol)

he hates the government no matter the country we're talking about (don't we all lmao)

he believes EVERY SINGLE CONSPIRACY THEORY you can think about, like conspiracy theories about covid??? HE KNOWS ALL OF THEM and he's come up with his own LMAO

he's extremely smart and his biography is impressive af the man's got a million degrees

so now the story can go two ways. you guys just sleep together for a few months and you guys don't really feel anything for each other.

ORRRR you accidentally find out about his illegal business and you leave him but the time you two spend away you realise you have fallen for each other so he finds you months later and tells you he loves you

and maybe you have to come in terms with the fact that you will stand by the man you love no matter how dangerous and immoral his job is.

Alexa, play "off to the races" by lana pls

#this turned more into a short bulletpointed fic than an actual headcanons post LMAO #snk #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #erwin smith #aot erwin #erwin x reader #erwin x you #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith imagine #erwin smith angst #erwin smith smut #erwin smith drabble #erwin smith x you #erwin x reader smut #erwin x oc #erwin x y/n #erwin angst #erwin fluff #erwin snk #erwin smith x you x miche zacharias #erwin smith x oc #erwin smith x y/n #erwin aot #erwin smith headcanons #erwin hcs #aot hcs #aot headcanons #snk headcanons

[thescrapwitch]

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

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

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

#time travel au time #also trying out this bulletpoint fic stuff that all the cool kids are doing #nerdanel #my fic #silmarillion

[pearlescentpearl]

Rebirthed!Maedhros AU post 3

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

Part 15!

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

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

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

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

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

“I see.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’s just honing the blade of her temper 

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

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

“Ouch.”

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

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

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

He needs all of them he can get these days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Russandol abruptly blanches gray, eyes wild

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

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

“Do you want to--”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So do the birds!”

#silmarillion #bulletpoint fic #maedhros #fingon #nice little sweet piece after the meanness of the last one

[ihasafandom]

Let There Be Carnage Re-Write

Part 5/?

First / Second / Third / Previous / Next

Next to write up a list of plot points to cover.

In no particular order:

Eddie: experience violated boundaries

Eddie, Anne & Dan: Marriage Convo

Eddie: miss V for practical reasons

Venom: violate boundaries

Eddie & Venom: breakfast scene

Venom: experience violated boundaries

Someone: chickens-villains re:needs

Dan: be helpful and unflappable

Someone: chickens-venom re:needs

Eddie: violate boundaries

Cletus & Frances: backstory flashback

Someone: get kidnapped

Eddie & Venom: breakup fight

Villains: experience consequences

Eddie: miss V for practical reasons

Villains: violate boundaries

Eddie & Venom: Needs/wants talk

Eddie & V: wakeup sequence (first movie parallel)

Villain: experience violated boundaries

Friends =/= food intro

Anne: girlboss

Eddie & Cletus: Cletus' Demands convo

Venom: experience consequences

Eddie & Venom: breakup fight

Eddie: experience consequences

Chickens: have needs

Mid-credits scene

Friends =/= food payoff

Someone: chickens-eddie re:needs

Chickens: intro

Someone: chickens-venom re:needs

Carnage & Cletus: team up talk

Anne: practice law

Carnage: explain motivation re:venom

Mrs Chen: do business

Dan: patch someone up

Eddie: try to help someone

Frances: explain motivation re: mulligan

Mulligan: shoot frances

Carnage, Shriek, Cletus: start marriage

Eddie & V: jealousy convo

Cletus, Shriek: marriage convo

A friend: prove your worth

Friends =/= food reinforcement

Villain: experience sensory deprivation

Cletus, Shriek, and Carnage: domestic violence

Eddie: get relationship advice

Eddie: call on a friend

Eddie: experience sensory deprivation

Eddie: breakup aftermath, bad decision

Venom: call on a friend

Carnage: born

Cletus: friend = food

Venom: find a better host

Eddie: try to do something nice for V (backfires)

V: try to do something nice for Eddie (backfires)

Villain: sensory seeking behaviour

A friend: prove your worth

Venom: experience sensory overload

Venom: breakup aftermath, bad decision

Venom: get relationship advice

Shriek: turn the tables

Eddie: sensory seeking behaviour

Venom: sensory seeking behaviour

Cletus: miss Frances

Venom: miss Eddie for emotional reasons

Venom: experience sensory deprivation

Cletus, Shriek: get marriage guests

Frances: be in institute

Eddie: miss Venom for emotional reasons

Villains: break up fight

Villain: experience sensory overload

Cletus: mediate Carnage & Shriek

Venom: explain consent/boundaries

Venom: party hard

Carnage: experience sensory overload

Frances: realization

Venom: get consent/boundaries explained to you

Venom: miss Eddie for practical reasons

Eddie: experience sensory overload

Cletus: cause mayhem

Cletus: rescue Frances

Title Card

End Credits

Part 5/?

First / Second / Third / Previous / Next

#My Stuff #venom #venom ltbc #venom: let there be carnage #venom: ltbc #v:ltbc #let there be carnage #carnage #reqrite #bulletpoint #bullet points #bulletpoint fic #venom reqrite #writing #text #sony venom #sony's venom #venom movies #symbruary

[fleet-off]

Menagerie

A continuation of this post.

The first rat’s mostly an accident. One of Macau’s classmates brought it to school after he decided he didn’t want it anymore, keeping it in his locker with whispered plans of releasing it during math class. Macau glimpses it during lunch, this tiny creature in its little cardboard box with holes punched in the top, and…it’s not something he’s thought much about in the greater batshit-crazy sequence of events that led up to his sharing an apartment with his older brother and the ex-spy they’d once made a game of scaring shitless, but. Macau never got to say goodbye to Vegas’s final hedgehog.

Macau had fed that hedgehog with his brother’s hand on his shoulder. He had poked his fingers through the bars of its cage and echoed hey, buddy and who’s a sweet boy as it sniffed him. He had learned to hold it gently in his hands just the way Vegas did it, so that its spikes tickled his thumbs instead of pricking him. And, as with their father, as with all their disposable men and nearly with Vegas, too, Macau didn’t get to say goodbye.

So Macau offers his classmate frankly way more than the rat is worth, plus the promise of a motorcycle ride once he gets his license (...and a motorcycle, but that's a problem for future Macau), and brings it home with the half-formed but foolproof plan of hiding it in his bedroom until he can sound out Vegas and Pete’s potential reactions and maybe talk them around to the concept. Better to ask forgiveness than permission--right?

He sneaks the rat past Pete on the couch, locks himself in his room, and manages to keep the critter secret for all of fifteen minutes before it slips out of his hands, under his door, and straight up Pete’s pajama pantleg.

As first introductions go, Macau would rate it probably a six out of ten. There’s some shouting from Pete, a little bit of initial panic. Vegas nearly rips his stitches when he sprints into the living room with his gun raised only to find Macau kneeling between Pete’s knees frantically groping for the lump on his inner thigh.

But eventually everyone manages to chill the fuck out, and they successfully relocate the rat from Pete’s person into a high-sided storage tub with one of Macau’s pajama shirts to hide in.

Talking Vegas and Pete into keeping it after that requires skillful bargaining—or rather, a thick dose of teenage petulance and several promises about proving his sense of responsibility that have Vegas clenching his fingernails into his legs under the kitchen table.

(continued here)

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #it's been a bit! i posted the idea and then got distracted and busy #fanfiction #kinda? #feels closer to a slightly elucidated bulletpoint fic 😅 #fleet post #fleet fic

[courfee]

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

#who wouldve thought id ever write about dumbles huh #no but seriously idk how to brainstorm in bulletpoints #i can only think when im actively writing #i dont yet have a name for the fic so ill have to tag it with a filler for now #fic: krabat au

[swanqueensalad]

oh my god PLEEEASE talk about emma getting dark one memories of regina’s life

for you and @counselormills i believe who requested this, here we go...

besties... i have so many thoughts and feelings

(tw for marital rape & child abuse)

i know it's never really clarified in ouat's canon, but nothing's clarified in ouat's canon and nothing's consistent either so i'm just running with my little ideas in the same unbothered way the writers were (except you know, i'm doing it well)

so the concept that when you become the dark one, you sort of link minds with the past dark ones, gain their memories and knowledge and experience... wow that's super rich and complex and has so much potential for great storytelling i wonder why the writers DIDN'T EVER FOLLOW UP ON IT

(bc they're dumb)

in my headcanon these shared memories/knowledge is murky and inconsistent bc i think that's cool, but also it makes sense that the minds of the other dark ones were all unreliable narrators - their memories are underlined by their own feelings, wants, perceptions and fears

so when emma becomes the dark one she is hit with this dizzying lineage of memories and experiences she knows aren't hers, but at first she can barely sort them by which dark one they belong to, they are out of order and foggy and distorted, and it just feels like she's going crazy, like a headache, having to adapt to all of this...

so for a while she just doesn't. she does what emma swan does best: repress. she shoves it all down and powers throughs. after all, she has things to do.

but gradually repetitive images come back, threads of narratives of other people's lives, and she can't quite ignore them

and then, quite suddenly, a face she recognises - but not quite - and emma stops whatever she's doing abruptly, head aching because that's regina. that's her regina! but - she looks so young, barely more than a kid, and her hair is so long and she's in a castle and she's crying, she's scared, and emma wants to call out to her and help her because she hates seeing regina cry but - it's only a memory, and it's not even hers

she pushes it aside but it's freaked her out and intruiged her and suddenly, lying awake one night in camelot, emma realises she has more than just rumple's voice in her head now. she remembers vague words and brushed off questions, remembers that he has known regina mills for a very, very long time

the image comes back and emma, intrigued, can't help but keep chasing it

she sees a baby-faced regina curtseying clumsily, beautiful as she is now but with wide innocent eyes, and it almost makes her smile before it breaks her heart. 'i don't want to hurt anyone' regina protests in a tiny voice, and emma wants to run into the memory and push rumple away from her and keep her safe. but she can't.

so she just drifts deeper into memory, gradually becoming more and more angry at the cold tint that covers them all, at how rumple sees her as weak and pathetic and perfect for all he needs. she sees how alone regina is, leaning into his touch even as she shakes with fear, and emma's heart is breaking.

she doesn't know if she can handle all of this. she doesn't know if she wants more of these memories to come but she can't stop them. now she's started the whole road of memory stretches out in front of her and she cannot shut her eyes to it: that only makes them sharper

emma begins to understand rumple watched her for a long time. he knew when she'd been crying over daniel's body (emma swallows down her sickness at the feeling of rumple's glee, his satisfaction, that this is how broken he needs her). he knew when the king had called for her and left her fighting back tears and scrubbing her skin raw. (emma digs her nails into her palms til they bleed as she tries to reject his cold, cold appraisals, that this is the anger he needs from her).

he comes to her so perfectly, sometimes sweet and almost fatherly, sometimes cruel and pushing too hard, and emma watches her struggle with magic in a way she never would have believed knowing how skilled she is now

slowly, emma begins to understand some of these memories are out of order. because later, much later, she gets an image of a baby in her - his - arms, tiny eyes closed, a cold-eyed woman watching from the corner. she feels rumple's heart beat with hope. he has had this plan all this time, long before she was born, long before this woman broke his heart. it breaks emma's again now.

(and again, when she realises he watched her once or twice as a child too. emma gets only glimpses but what she gets makes her blood cold and fists clench - the same woman, more of the cora she recognises, striking a tiny dark-haired girl for some imagined crime, withholding and giving affection as carefully as rumple imitates later)

emma watches her, through rumple's cold calculating gaze. watches her try to run away and be trapped by her mothers confining spells. watches her try to throw herself off a balcony and be 'saved' by an interfering fairy. watches her tuck knives into her sleeves and then sit on her horrible bed breathing and do nothing with them. watches her cry into her pillow every night. watches her be left alone again and again, locked away, ignored, whispered about, raped and hurt and manipulated and used and she begins to understand everything with searing clarity, begins to regret every assumption and bad word and carelessly thrown out joke she ever made.

(and she feels rumple watch it all with mounting smugness and satisfaction and emma has never wanted to hunt him down and break his face more)

emma watches regina with wonder and fear and bated breath because she knows this only gets worse and worse. yet still, she finds fondness and awe and yes, love - she knows it's love now, has known since the darkness tried to take her and emma knew in a second she would lay down her own soul a thousand times over and never regret it - because this young regina is everything she glimpses once in a while. a sweet, kind soul who despite everything does not want to do harm. the kind of girl who falls asleep in the stables to nurse an injured horse, who brushes snow white's hair with gentle compliments and funny stories even as she fights back tears and intrusive thoughts and her knuckles turn white on the brush. the kind of girl who tries, tries, tries.

and emma sees, slowly, in starts and flashes over months and years, this light dim in her. she sees the pain and anger and fear take over, watches rumple and the king and the ghost of her mother and every other adult in her life who should have protected her stamp out the hope and scare away the gentleness.

she watches regina's power grow, day after day the ease with which fireballs flicker to her small palms, and emma feels rumple's pride mirrored in herself. she still doesn't support all the killing and murder, but she gets it now, she wonders if in the same shoes she would have done the same, wonders if there could be any other option.

(she feels, underneath it all, that rumple has always loved her in his own selfish way, this girl who should have been his daughter, this girl who he needs for his redemption and his revenge. emma wishes someone had loved her selflessly, in the way she deserved. someone does now, she reflects, but nothing can ever come of it, so she pushes it aside with the other memories)

emma watches rumple toy with regina even when she takes power, when she thinks she has it all. emma feels a shocking joy and satisfaction when regina kills the king - her own grandfather, she realises with sickness in her gut - and feels guilty that she ever felt sympathy for sidney. she begins to understand even as the evil queen regina was nothing more than a puppet on so many strings.

(she sees rumple grab her throat and threaten her and remembers their 'please' deal, and understands this was the case even in storybrooke, even when regina herself barely knew it)

and with all of this happening in her head, emma has to get about and go about her day and interact with her regina normally, when all she wants to do is squeeze her tight and tell her she understands now and she's sorry, sorry for everything. she has to force tight smiles at belle and pretend she isn't thinking of killing her husband every second of the day, in the back of her mind.

emma wants to reach out to regina more than ever but with everything else, she ends up pushing her further away. forcing neutral looks and casual smiles. avoiding her mother's eye when she mentions her wonderful father.

(and then regina has to look through a dreamcatcher to give emma a tear, and when emma sees the image whirling inside the strings she can't help the breath that escapes her because this girl, this eighteen year old regina screaming as her mother murders daniel before her eyes, is as familiar to her as the one sat across from her. and once again she just curls up her fists and murmurs how sorry she is.)

i like to think someday emma lets regina know she knows all of this, because regina's privacy and autonomy has rarely been respected, and now emma knows that better than anyone she doesn't want to contribute to that.

she just gently mentions one day, cuddled on the couch early on into their relationship, that she knows. when i was the dark one, i, we... our memories all kind of entwined. and regina stares back with wide eyes and processes, not sure she likes it, but emma kisses her hand and tells her it's okay and they never have to talk about it if she doesn't want to, and regina cuddles closer and is quiet for a long time

but she processes. she trusts emma to carry this knowledge, this intimate understanding of her more than anyone else. and gradually... it allows regina to talk about things with her that she can't, that she's never been able to before. to discuss triggers in a way that feels safe. to refer to her horrors and tragedies without going into graphic detail.

it's still strange for emma to have these memories. they dim after the darkness leaves her, and many of the ancient incoherant ones leave all together like a forgotten dream, but the ones that feature regina touched emma deeply, affected her in a way she doesn't think she'll ever forget.

but it's okay, because emma makes new memories of regina every day. much, much happier ones.

#longpost #swan queen meta #swan queen headcanons #swan queen fic #lmao this is basically fanfiction in bulletpoints #but i have so many thoughts about them #rumple and regina's dynamic is so endlessly fascinatingto me #we die like men #unbeta'd and kicking #i guess i just dont reread these anymore lmao #regina mills #emma swan #swan queen #emma swan meta #emma swan headcanons #regina mills headcanons #tw rape #tw abuse

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

#bulletpoint fics FUCK more people should use them

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moodboard (c) @spookyscaryscully (if it’s not okay for me to upload... I’m sorry but I felt like it would be such a waste to not share it) (edited from my own tags from the original Maid!Lauara AU post)

Laura as a Maid at the Hackett estate; Plot idea

Max and Laura would work at the estate so they could earn enough money to get married

That is the plan

Everything is fine and good, Laura is doing a good job and so is Max

One day Travis returns to the estate from some business travels

He meets Laura and they instantly piss each other off

He is tired and explodes at her because of a small mistake and Laura continues the shouting match because even if he is the heir she will not accept her intelligence to be questioned

And so far the other sons seemed decent enough so screw him!!

But slowly, every time they talk more and more they realises how much they have in common

And even if they disagree at first, they often enough find common ground after trying to make their point

Often very loud, very heated and sprinkled in some insults

Meanwhile the parents try to marry Travis off for political reasons because at least then two families merging could benefit the families business

The problem is he can only think about Laura and the women they introduce are all so dull

But she is almost engaged to the stable boy

Who is also dull in his opinion but if that is what she wants it’s not up to him

EVEN THOUGH people of his status don‘t even blink at affairs like the one he could have with Laura

But he thinks it‘s disgusting so he would never force anything

(idk throw in someone else trying to force Laura in their bed but Travis intervenes)

Also she obviously despises him despite everything

One day they argue about an article in the newspaper

After a shouting match they kiss and neither is sure who started it

It‘s a 'oh shit' moment for both of them because

Max is wanting to propose to Laura

Travis is supposed to meet another potential wife later the very same day

They run from each other very confused but cue jealousy on both sides

Again Travis brushes off the woman

This causes Constance to tells him to just have sex with the maid and get over it!

Or not to have sex with her but get over it or she will lose her job and Constance will make sure that she won‘t find another one

Travis agrees that he will get over her and decides to marry the woman that is most beneficial for the family

It's not like he has a future with Laura anyway

She is not a woman who deserves to just be a mistress and he can’t get against his family

Surprise the woman he is supposed to marry is Amelia and she is actually in love with Chris and Chris is in love with her but he is the middle child!

Travis is so sorry and does not know what he is supposed to do and it’s horrible that two brothers will have to live in misery

And Bobby sits there like: but Travis you can forfeit your status and inheritance which would make Chris the next in line and he could marry Amelia for the benefit and love. But you would be shunned and probably have to leave

Travis figures that even though he won’t be happy he can at least do that for his little brother

Meanwhile Max proposes to Laura

And she thought this would be the happiest day in her life but all she thinks about is Travis

And their kiss...

Her first kiss!

And he is going to marry another woman

And Laura thinks 'Screw this!' and she declines Max proposal and tells him that she does not love him anymore

He deserves better because he is a good man

And before she would marry someone she does not love she would rather become an old spinster

She does not say it but she would rather stay with Travis as an emotional support if they can’t be together physically

Then she learns about Travis officially rejecting Amelia and his inheritance and him leaving

THROUGH A LETTER

She becomes super pissed

But she wants to run after him

Chris and Bobby tell her where he planned to go and give her a horse too

Max says good bye and it’s sad but he understands and is thankful that she was honest with him and he wishes her good luck and a happy life

Laura rides after Travis

And she finds him

And he is angry that she rode through the country alone and after him and what is wrong with her?? she should be with her fiancé!?

She tells him that she rejected Max proposal because she wanted to be with him

He tells her he has nothing to his name anymore

Like she gives a crap

And after some shouting they kiss and have premarital sex (ts ts ts)

But then they get married as soon as possible

Travis writes his brothers as often as possible

They travel and earn money with simple work

They find the land that later becomes Hackett’s Quarry and North Kill

They settle down and...

They have son they call Jedediah

The end!

Edit: I think The Quarry was founded in the 17th? But we‘re ignoring that for now………. idek

#Hackearney #maybe one day I’ll write this #but until then have this bulletpoint fic #fanfiction #The Quarry fanfiction #Laura x Travis #Laura Kearney x Travis Hackett #okay next thing is the counterpiece to the auction #but I needed to note this down

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

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

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

“Luke?”

“Yeah?”

“You know I don’t mind, don’t you?”

“I know.”

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

“Oh.”

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

“Right.”

“Uh. Yeah. That’s all.”

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

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

#tagged in #wip wednesday #the other person in the scene is clyde btw #i said in my 2022 review that i want this damn fic to happen in one way or another #even in a bulletpoint fic form if needed #so i was like 'sike if i do a bullet point fic then i don't need to actually write it' #and yet here we are #i blame this sja fic that i found but more on that on friday