#kinda trash at writing

[mirapril]

You and Ellie going out hunting for food after Joel got stabbed

The whole time you’re just whispering to each other to be quiet cuz you’ll scare away the animals

You end up playing around for a bit and throwing snowballs at each other

After being out for a while the snow started to pick up so you both decide to leave

Ellie was occupied thinking about other things so you decide to steer the horse back to the house you left Joel in

Ellie ended up wrapping her arms around you from behind and rested her head on your shoulder while you cruised along

You get back to the house and tie up the horse while Ellie headed inside

You soon join her and you both end up snuggling together in the corner and taking shifts where one sleeps and the other watches over Joel

Soon you’re both asleep in each other’s arms

#first post #kinda trash at writing #tlou xreader #ellie williams #gn reader #fluff #drabble #novice writer #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #x reader #tlou #x gn reader

[jade-of-mourning]

they both deserve to lose their shit just a little bit -- which may not be the most effectively conveyed here, but my sentiment is there (i swear)

#lychee's trash art #lok #tlok #bolin lok #mako lok #i like bolin but i hate his hair (for drawing purposes). cannot figure out how it would work at all #i meant to make bolin feral or something but he just looks kinda normal #as for mako i once read that he cries precisely once a year like clockwork #and that's both hilarious and sad therefore it's true #this is one of those rare chronicled events (across the span of ten years) #witness carefully for you will not see it for another 365 days;;; #(the trauma is processing. it takes a while okay there's a lot of content) #spontaneously shitting out art. adamantly ignoring my writing wips. it's 3:50am as i write this.

[fallen6253]

Still can't think of an interesting title, but...

Tanned skin.  White hair.  Dark eyes. Their gaze moves slow, steady, makes its way to the window of a subway car.  In the brief moment it passes by, a small head with black hair peeks through. 

There was no eye contact.  But they knew the other was there. On some subconscious level, as if their very essence were attuned to one another.  

A rumble.  The car trembles.  Then it shakes.  Suddenly it's been thrown off the course of eternity and into a place of being known.

The subway crashes into solid ground.

A dreaming boy wakes up.

Miles away, a priestess known for denying god staggered in her footsteps.  Another migraine.  Another message.

Accompanied, for the first time, by an earthquake.

Huh. New.

The priestess picks up a pen and paper and rushes to a place hidden in darkness.  

A young man, hair and eyes as dim as night alight with stars, is waiting for her at the door to a beautiful home.  He walks her to a sitting room, tables set to the tone of a business meeting as if that was what this was.

Business as usual.

Of course.  It is.

He has a message about this world’s newest arrival.  And…a request.

She says this looking towards a man known for his wit and wile.  Brown eyes saturated to a dulcet red.  Blood red hair.  Clothes fitting and comfortable.  

He was on vacation.

Was.

The note warned first and foremost that nobody would hear from the god for a while.  Apparently bringing stars down from the sky costs quite a bit.  Well, that was what the note said, but the one reading it did not know its meaning yet.

The note then told them that the epicenter of that earthquake was near his home, and the damage to the forest should not be too drastic, since the cause was made of stardust and dream remnants and memories far too old to recall anymore.  It should fade with time, as all memories do.  By then it will return to creation and merge with the forest.  Again, the reader did not know what that meant.  He could only guess some things.

But the last lines caught his attention.  For two reasons.

The first being the mention of a child.  Far too young and far too ancient for all that it has seen.  The second reason being that this god made a request.  Not some mission with a reward.  Not some threat or warning with a clue as to how these mortals would react.  A genuine request he could choose to ignore completely without consequence since the god was indisposed. A sincere gesture for help that does not involve favors or world-blaming calamities.  

This being known for death asked a single mortal to save a helpless existence.

And for once the person reading it did not think about rejecting it at all.

He could be annoyed about it, something crashlanding into his forest, but…

There’s a kid that needs help first, we can yell at god for throwing him here later.

Do you think the plotting protagonist kept a library with stories of others like him?  Of dying worlds and forgotten names and tired heroes who made too many mistakes?

#its funny because kim dokja knows death like he knows his protagonist #its also funny bc yjh is an embodiment of death while also being the one to never know eternal rest #I think he and GoD know what it is to truly yearn for real death #which kinda hit me hard when i thought about it #these tags are weird but yk #im learning #maybe kdj would have all his memories #or maybe not #idk #i suck at writing but meh #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #secretive plotter #yoo joonghyuk #god of death tcf

[youngyoo-apologist]

Writing TCF fanfic is truly an experience because Kim Roksoo is such a character to write.

Like , something abt him is so difficult to truly capture for me. Kim Roksoo as a character is so complex and his thinking kinda outlines his personality if that makes sense? If any internal dialogue is wrong or unnatural, it just won’t be Kim Roksoo.

Kim Roksoo is what makes TCF the story it is. His perspective, his internal dialog, everything about him bleeds into the story of the other characters since he’s the guy we see everything through.

He drops these really important pieces of information so casually that I don’t even notice it until chapters later. I really want to be able to capture that kind of attitude he has. He’s so care free but he cares a lot at the same time, KRS the man that you are….

And also, OG!Cale 😭😭 ohhh I’m struggling so much, we have a grand total of what, four chapters with him in it? Those chapters tell us a decent amount about his personality, and we learn some hints about other things from KRS early on in the novel, but this guy is so mysterious.

He’s clearly smart and calculative, but his actions differ from Kim Roksoo’s. They are similar, but not the same. It’d be so interesting if these two kinda mirror each-other. Their ways of thinking are heavily impacted by the different lives they’ve lead, but at the same time it’s not all that different.

OG!Cale, please come back, I want to learn more about you. I really want to read more about Earth One, OG!Cale who now lives as Kim Roksoo, and his life and story.

#rambling #fanfic is such an experience #I love writing fanfic through the lense of a character analysis #but also I’m kinda struggling #but it’s okay #because it will be okay #trust #tcf #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

Am I going to give you a sneak peak of the new series? Yes.

Alcina had realized…

Everything she ever wanted was in front of her, yet, she had the selfishness to sell it all for a cheap chance to turn into a human once more. There was a disgust she felt for herself that was undeniable and unforgiving. A deep anguish filled every inch of her body.

She couldn’t deny that she could feel it.

The invisible string. That tied her still heart to you.

The pull. The drag.

Deep inside her cold skin.

Was the gravity of you.

Everything, it was all she needed. You. All along. You and your adorable smile. You and your nose scrunches.

You and your idiotic, stupid, lovely, self.

She could blame everyone around her, but in all honesty it was her choice. Her choice to give you up for a mere chance to turn into a human again. The worst part was is that it wasn’t even guranteed.

So, she slumped to the floor in a fit of sobs. Everything felt out of place. Out of balance, the world was. Without you seemed empty, depressing.

Alcina had never prayed so badly. She wished and hoped to have you back. To make the pain stop, to have you in her arms once again.

There was no goodbye.

She left bruises where there should’ve been kisses. She yelled at you when it should’ve been words of comfort. She told you that you weren’t like her other partners in a way that it sounded like she hated you instead of love you, she was so blind by her pride.

It was too late, you had hated her and moved far away from Romania, she hated and despised how she just walked away from you with no shame. No…guilt.

A gut wrenching scream erupted from her mouth, feeling it deep inside her, the pain wasn’t just an emotional one, it was physical, mental even. The sobbing left her body weak and paralyzed as she curled up on the floor, the hot tears made it feel like boiling water was rolling down her porcelain cheeks. Screaming your name in horror wishing and praying to every god she knew to return you to her. The painful sensation in her chest was that of the Dagger of Death's Flowers.

Now, she had realized, that she would rather swim in the most untameable waves with you, then sail the calmest sea with anyone else.

You. are everything to her.

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Hello, My loves!

anyway this isn’t my best work but it’s just sneak peak! hope you like it!

-Elsiye 💋

#Did this hurt? #Yes #alcina is my purpose #alcina x maiden #alcina dimitriscu x reader #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 village #re8 #re8 alcina #lady dimitrescu x female reader #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #loving this #i cried writing this #i kinda like it #i kinda think this is trash

[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

Besties, I feel like writing again. The incomplete jealous series has been bothering me for more than a year now lmao. Send motivation this way thnx.

#i still have bokuto and ushiwaka left #but I also kinda wanna write Tsukki #i miss writing #ykw i just might write sth trash just to get it out of my system #i loved writing for different charas #now if only i could get an idea rhat makes my brain go ding ding ding

[distinguished-slacker]

Angy about how we have known about Mitsuba and Shinoa knowing each other before the formation of the Shinoa squad ever since chapter 8 and still… a decade, 4 months and 5 days later the manga never ever touched this subject again…ever…

#A DECADE #By what I’ve read it seems I am not the only one who theorises Mitsuba will pull Shinoa out of her current state #so I am thinking Kagami has delayed their backstory for this important moment #but still annoys me how other pairs got of a somewhat constant writing but not this one #even though it’s supposed to be one of the most important ones bc they are the main girls (Mitsuba is ‘main’ just on the cover though💔) #why? #bc they are girls? #and side note I hope this theory becomes right bc Mitsuba is like the closest person Shinoa has that doesn’t dump her or is insane #also bc I want Kagami to do something actually right for female characters and female relationships for once #and also bc it would tie nicely into how Mitsuba’s friend and sister both threw morals to the bin trash for a man #(even though I highly doubt Mitsuba knows Aoi likes Kureto) #and bc how both abandoned her for a man #bc Shinoa’s reaction to Mitsuba hugging and crying for her was kinda…🫤 #another side comment: I need their backstory to see how Shinoa pissed Mitsuba bc seeing her reaction at seeing Shinoa again says that… #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #shinoa hiiragi #hiiragi shinoa #sangu mitsuba #mitsuba sanguu

[cheesecakethots]

Hi, I came to expand that obey me barbarian au

The reason why the brothers came for MC is because they meet them during their childhood. Little MC was playing at the outskirts of their village when they heard a pained cry, they investigated and found little Mammon with injuries. Little Mammon was wary on the stranger but little MC managed to heal his wound, once he was healed he stood up and ran.

The next day MC came back to see if that strange boy was there, sure enough he was with two others, Little Lucifer and and Levi stared warily at them while Mammon gave them a small gift while blushing and looking away. MC happily accepted, Mammon and MC played for a bit followed by Levi then Lucifer.

The next day there was no Mammon but Little Satan and Asmo, they were collecting items when they saw MC, they must have knew who they were cause Asmo waved to them excitedly. They ended up making flower crowns and petting cats that came to them.

The next day MC brought with them food and found Little Beel and Belphie, they and Beel played while little Belphie just watched them, after that Mc and Beel ate while Belphie used their laps as a bed.

The next day MC came none of them was there, they waited until they heard their name calling, maybe they'll come the next day. But it was the same thing, they kept on waiting and waiting until they stopped coming. It made them sad, maybe their new friends got tired of them.

But it wasn't, their tribe had to move because of settlement disputes in MC's village, but the brothers promised one day, they'll burn that insufferable village to the ground and claimed their future lover back.

their love for you starts out as innocent - a puppy crush if anything. one that could cause no harm to anyone, especially not you.

watching you go about your day, whether you knew about it or not, was the more interesting activity for the young barbarian boys.

even lucifier, the one who seemed the most obsessed with the constant training and massacres taught to them all by their tribe leaders, had to admit that seeing you even for just a second felt more worthwhile of his time.

that was until diavolo, their current tribe leader and older brother, found out about their visits to you.

as time moves on, said visits become less lengthy and less frequent, until eventually they just stop showing up at all.

you, of course, mourn the loss of your new found friends, but as you grow older you forget the memories you formed with them.

unlike you, they don’t forget.

puppy crushes evolve… almost into sort of wolf-ish obsessions.

they don’t forget the gentle smiles you would share to them, in contrast to the crooked and evil grins they faced from those around them, or even the glares from the others in your village.

they don’t forget having to be dragged from their home; you.

they don’t forget the promises they all made, to find and love and cherish you as soon as they reach of age.

you would do wise to remember, as soon you’ll realise that no amount of distance, no army, and no begging can stop them from getting what they want;

you.

#this is kinda trash writing for me so maybe i’ll edit it later #tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere obey me #yandere lucifer #yandere beelzebub #yandere mammon #yandere asmo #yandere asmodeus #yandere leviathan #yandere satan #.barbarian au #also thank u for the expansion me likey 👍 #.asks

[simplepotatofarmer]

what if i'm really bold and post a scene that'll never actually make into the 'black dog' fic but i'm deeply fond of and it's canon in my heart and i really want to share it.

#loyal talks about stuff and things #really what i need right now is to share some of my writing and to have people tell me what they like about it #i'm struggling #i feel like the last chapter of rabbit run was kinda trash and i'm just. #i've got 35k words of fic that i'm sitting here like 'maybe THIS will be the one that's really good' and then i'm like :(

[imherongraystairstrash]

😭 I can't tell if he reminds me of Gideon or Sophie all I know is that an artist finally CAPTURED the essence of Thomas, like you literally look at him and say "yeah, that's Thomas, Sophie and Gideon's son, because he screams Scone-boy and Scone-girl offspring😭😭😭😭

#Thomas lightwood #Thomas lightgod is more like it #I'm satisfied going into chot with a huge crush on thomas #i always fall for the gays damn it #my bestie calls it my reverse gay-dar #ITS NOT MY FAULT ALL STRAIGHT MEN ARE TRASH #I'm just looking out for myself #I look at thomas and think: there's someone who won't break my heart #alastair carstairs #Alastair is the real one #I would say he's lucky but he deserves to have thomas I guess #thomastair #that's enough I can't keep writing about my issues with falling for gay men #I think I need to go to a therapist #it's kinda getting out of hand #that's all im gonna say

[rumor-weed]

breaking up with your boyfriend because you don't like his cringe fursona

#veggietales #ryan watches vt #captions once again so lazy that they heard 'didgeridoo' and wrote '(mumbles)' twice instead because this app is kinda trash #it's just a money grab streaming service #they were too lazy to google how to spell 'didgeridoo' #I use captions for auditory processing issues and imma be honest #i am very pissed that they couldn't be bothered to actually use words CLEARLY spoken and just write '(mumbles)'

[indigo-flightly-falls]

It's a Quarter After One, I'm All Alone and I Need Someone

My gift to @staringamassivemistakeintheface for the MCYT Valentines Day Exchange :D (@mcyt-valentines)

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Characters: Ren & Skizz

Ships: renskizz (focus), poly dogwarts (background)

Summary: (Newsies AU) The night after the failed protest and subsequent beating the newsies took, Ren confronts Skizz on a fire escape and they talk about stuff.

Trigger warnings: mentioned/discussed period typical homophobia (in the context of Ren's family pressuring him into marrying a girl), brief mentions of police brutality (talking about a past event), smoking.

Ao3 link: It's a Quarter After One, I'm all Alone and I Need Someone - Stars_In_Our_Paws - 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series [Archive of Our Own]

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"Alright, Sparrow, can you move your leg?"

Ren and Racetrack were currently helping Sparrow figuring out how bad his leg had gotten hurt during the raid.

"King, I walked back to here, I think I can move my leg." Sparrow sassed, his tongue sticking out to distract himself from the pain.

"That doesn't mean you can currently move it." Ren pointed out, raising his eyebrow. "Move it now, or I'll tell Bumlets that you're making your leg worse."

"Threats aren't fair." Sparrow grumbled, but he complied. He was able to move his leg a bit, but it clearly was hurting him. "Fuck this." He hissed, leaning back into Racetrack's arms. "I'm not listening to you."

"Alright, I'm not helping you if you won't listen." Ren threw his hands up, knowing Sparrow would rather listen to Racetrack anyways.

Ren stood up, stretching by reaching his hands to the sky. The lodging house was bustling, but it was quieter then normal. The beating they'd taken had been a blow, and even worse was Crutchie being taken and Jack unable to be found.

He took a small walk towards the windows leading up to Jack's 'penthouse', which was what he called the top of the fire escape.

Ren noticed a figure on the lower fire escape, almost thinking for a second it was Racetrack due to the smoke trails, before realizing with a shock that it was Skizz. And then he felt a bit silly because he could hear Racetrack berating Sparrow for stressing his bad leg.

Skizz had never smoked before. Ren wanted to figure out what was up.

Ren climbed out the window, taking a breath of the air, tinted with smoke. Skizz had his back to Ren, staring out at the city below.

"Hey, come here much?"

Skizz turned his head towards Ren, before looking back out at the city's lights.

"King, you know the answer." Skizz answered, not smiling like he usually did. He took another drag of the cigar, probably stolen from Racetrack.

"Drop the title please, you know I'm Ren to you guys." Ren walked over to lean on the railing next to Skizz, looking at the smoke trails.

"Yeah, but you're the king of the five of us."

Ren pulled Skizz into a side hug, leaning his head onto his boyfriend's.

"I like being just Ren around you guys."

Skizz huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes. "You picked the nickname King, you dug your own grave."

Ren gently punched him in the side for that, before the two of them drifted into quiet.

It was nice, after the day they'd had. Skizz had new bruises on his face, and Ren had bloodstained bandages on his wrist. It was the price they paid.

"How's Etho?" Skizz broke the silence, looking worried for his partner. Ren just sighed.

"You know how they are. They pretend not to care, but they care deeply 'bout everybody in this lodging house. Crutchie getting taken's shattered their confidence."

"Should I go check on them?"

Ren shook his head, exhaling. "Hand and B are with them."

Skizz nodded, still looking worried. "I'm glad they're not alone. Is everybody else okay?"

Ren made a so-so motion with his hand. "We're all bruised up, Les's arm is bothering him and Sparrow's leg flared up again, but we got away pretty good considering it was the bulls."

"I suppose it's better then it could be."

"Yeah." Ren agreed.

Once again the two drifted off into a easy quiet, knowing neither of them had much to say. They just watched the city together, as Skizz periodically exhaled a bit of smoke.

Ren used the time to reflect on his choices in the day, trying to figure out if he could've stopped Crutchie from getting taken.

"You know," Skizz started suddenly, "It's kinda funny how many formerly middle class or wealthy people are here."

When Ren raised his eyebrow, Skizz continued to explain.

"Well there's you, Sparrow, Nipper, Racetrack, Etho, Martyn, and probably at least one other." Skizz counted off on his hand. Ren just chuckled in amusement, with the smallest amount of bitterness mixed in.

"Yeah, and of course I'm the only one who gets badgered to come back home."

"Got another letter this morning?" Skizz questioned, evidently remember how downcast and angry Ren had been as they walked out of the lodging house.

"Yep." Ren said, stressing the 'p'. "They said they had a 'nice perfect girl' picked out for me, and if I went home and married her, they'd forget about my 'transgressions'." He growled the last word out, making fists with his hands.

"Ah, that's what got you upset?" Skizz asked, leaning against the wall.

Ren nodded, leaning onto his left hand while his right hung over the balcony.

"That sucks. They really are just pushing you to get married to a girl, aren't they?" Skizz asked, knowing exactly where Ren came from and what was at stake.

"I get caught in the Bowery once, and they all take it as a hint I'm gay." Ren held his finger up, shaking it. He then sighed.

"You are, though." Skizz said with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, but I don't want them to know that." Ren said, hanging his head.

"People are stupid." Skizz commented staring off into space.

"Yeah." Ren laughed in agreement, smiling at Skizz. "I'm glad this place is at least open-minded enough to let us be together quietly."

"I mean, nobody talks about it, but there's the five of us, Racetrack and Sparrow have something going on, same with Blink and Mush. Crutchie has eyes for Jack, both Etho and Cosmo have been accepted as, quote, 'not a girl, not a boy, but space', and Racetrack's been pretty open about being born a girl, so..." Ren continued, listing off the many queer people in the lodging house.

"I don't know how this specific group of newsies is so gay." Skizz laughed, finally putting the cigar down.

"Yeah, but I guess if I have to die because of who I am, I'm glad I'll be dyin' with youes." Ren told him with a smile, showing off his pointed teeth.

"Don't say that!" Skizz cried playfully, pushing Ren to the side. "We're gonna live for years together!"

"I know, I know!" Ren laughed, just glad he had gotten Skizz's spirit up again.

The two of them fell into the same silence they always seemed to, just enjoying the night and each other. They linked their hands, watching the stars twinkle in the sky and tried to ignore how they should've been hearing the sound of two bodies above them.

Ren looked into Skizz's eyes, finding the exact same thing he was thinking.

'I'm so glad I met you'

Ren leaned into his side, feeling Skizz press a quick kiss onto his forehead.

This was nice.

#trafficblr #3rd life #indi's writing #renskizz #dogwarts #life series #mcyt-valentines #I know you said you wanted renskizz but I'm also poly dogwarts trash so you get both :D #also while the content of the writing isn't very funny the general idea of these 5 idiots being part of the newsies family takes me out #you know Etho and Racetrack partake in gambling often (thinks back to stat poker). Skizz & bigb probably do as well #also Nope I know this is the third(?) AU where dogwarts interacts with the newsies but honestly this is just how i roll lol #it's kinda funny how for the Halloween exchange i didn't start planning my gift until the posting day. #but this exchange i had finished on the 4th and have only proof read and shit after that

[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

#lychee's word trash #rose beds and gasoline veins #it's genuinely been SUCH a long minute lolololol #yes i've got myself a crippling attachment to mako from lok idk what to tell you #i just threw out 1k from 6k but i'm writing rn and avoiding studying so it kinda skyrocketed to 7.3k! #if i think about him too hard my heart hurts for this fictional guy so like #y'know you gotta cope by watching that “just too hot” video on crack #i don't really know exactly Where this is going bc i forgot my initial plans #i should really start outlining otherwise i forget all my ideas instantaneously lol #guys i really wish that i wrote an outline for the time travel au bc i knew i had good ideas #i just can't remember what those good ideas were </3

[cyberneticasset]

Continuation of this[Ao3]

Notes at the end!

<3

God fucking dammit

Brock got the news right as he was about to take the first sip of his coffee.

It was supposed to be a.. Relaxing morning— His team was supposed to be running drills, making sure the Asset was in working order— Routine maintenance.

He was supposed to be sitting back, drinking his coffee, and supervising.

Now he had to go fix whatever mess they made.

“Why the muzzle?” Brock tilted his head, looking at the four men in front of him— The Soldier, escorted by the three men left on his team.

“Bite risk.” The one holding the Asset’s chain replied, eyeing the man uneasily. “We lost Esmond, Yates, and Fuller.”

Brock couldn’t help but close his eyes, running a hand down his face.

The other two were idiots— But Esmond? Fuck

Brock was looking forward to working with that one.

“He got too close,” The agent continued, “The Asset put his head basically through the far wall.”

All Brock could do was sigh, sadly shaking his head, “I’ll deal with him, go and clean up the mess outside.”

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“He was just a kid,” The already dark lines in the man’s face deepened, his voice barely a rasp.

“Three men.” He spat, the volume of his voice unchanging. “You got three of my men killed today.”

The Asset was a pathetic sight, even coated in gore. He stared blankly at the ground and Brock could see the muscles in his throat still twitching from the effects of the cattle prod.

He resisted the urge to curl his lip, as he watched the Asset’s head sink lower.

How was this the most feared assassin in history?

It almost made him sad, until he saw the look in the Soldier’s eyes.

Pure, unbridled hatred.. Rage blazed coldly in the Soldier’s eyes.

“You think you got one over on us, hm?” Brock half-regretted sending the rest of his team away, but he stepped forward, stun baton in hand. The Asset barely reacted, his gaze only flickering over to the weapon in his hand.

Brock’s fist across his cheekbone sent him stumbling back, though his balance was quickly regained— He saw the Asset brace against the ground and he set off the stun baton, “Not so fast.” He said, taking another slow step forward. “You’ve been thawed too long, and we still need you.”

One more step, the Asset stayed still, eyes locked to his.

“And we can’t use the chair to fix you,” Brock raised the baton, cocking his head to the side as he placed it under the Soldier’s jaw. “So this will have to do.”

He set it off once more, watching as the Soldier’s body locked up, his eyes rolling back in his head as he slowly collapsed to the ground.

“Будь еще,” Be still

The Asset did as instructed, settling down the rest of the way once he got control of his limbs again, because he had enough programming still in him or because he wasn’t completely braindead, Brock didn’t know, or care- He just knew he needed to get the Asset back in line.

And he wanted revenge.

Just a little warmup— That was fun! I’ve never written a Rumlow POV before

I also haven’t written ~*trash*~ in years, let alone smut, so I gotta work back up to that.

Prompts, ideas, and requests always open <3 [For Fic and Art]

#POV: Brock Rumlow #Anarchy Writes #no smut #not yet #winter soldier #hydra trash party #htp #brock rumlow #crossbones #the winter soldier #rumbuck #Kinda? #winterbones #not really? #bucky barnes #marvel #MCU #captain america: winter soldier #catws #trash #ficlet #hydra trash #hydra trash party adjacent #hydra #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #winter soldier whump

[blueteller]

TCF the Musical

Fic concept: Cale and his family watch a theater musical based on their adventures (much to Cale's horror and displeasure), "Ember Island Players" style

Raon hears about a theater play featuring Cale's group adventures. Cale really, REALLY doesn't wanna go and see it, but has little choice in the matter, once faced with the pleading faces of his children. Cale disguises himself of course, because he sure as hell doesn't wanna get recognized in the theater.

The play starts: Cale is introduced as a good-natured man, misunderstood and slandered by jealous folk (since people apparently decided that if Adin was the actual scum all along and his rep was a sham, why wouldn't the reverse be possible??) Apparently the musical decided that his past as a trash alcoholic never actually happened.

Choi Han is introduced, and the writers correctly investigated that he's from Harris Village and killed all the attackers, but was the only survivor. Cale is characterized as too righteous to let the matters be, and put this as his starting point to investigate Arm

Cale was portrayed to be humble and due to his bad rep, he wants to leave the Count's position to his brother Basen. (Real Cale is astonished, he doesn't want the position to be a SLACKER, not because of some self-sacrificial mindset!!!) But he requests to go to the capital to investigate more about Arm.

Choi Han comes along to investigate. On the way, they meet Mary. Cale isn't disgusted by her scars, and Mary promises to help the man in the future, should he ever need it.

In the capital, they're shown to meet badly disguised Rosalyn. The writers don't know about the assassination attempt, so they assume she went to investigate Arm, too. Apparently Rosalyn was credited in the musical for finding out about the mana bombs and dismantling them.

Cale and the Prince meet, and they have a whole number how instantly they recognized each other as kindred spirits. (Real Cale is dying on the inside watching this.)

Rosalyn stops the bombs in the background, and Cale stops the suicide bombers. The writers interpret Cale as having this power for a long time, but using it for the first time only in emergency, since he is a humble person who doesn't wish for glory.

Cale denies any rewards (completely untrue, Real Cale says to the kids, he took the Prince's money), and people of the Roan Kingdom start realizing just what a good person he is.

Cale goes to recover to the seashore, where he sees Toonka fighting some locals. (Those were the Whales, says Real Cale, not some mage thugs.) Cale breaks up the fight, and Toonka explains to Cale the situation in the Whipper Kingdom. Cale's idea of buying the magic tower doesn't come up here at all, and the scene makes a point that Cale and Toonka become friends.

The plot introduces us to the White Star, who is a completely crazy, power-hungry, cartoonish lunatic. Real Cale actually likes this representation a lot. He is plotting together with the Evil Imperial Prince, who is also cartoonishly evil. (Real Cale starts enjoying himself for the first time in the whole musical.)

To contrast the villains, the Just and Chivalrous Crown Prince Alberu has a number to drive the point how much he worries for his country, and the incoming wars. He thinks that perhaps with the help of Young Master Cale, they might be able to survive the incoming storms. (Real Cale is inwardly laughing hysterically, imagining Alberu's dumbfounded reaction to this scene, especially the part about Alberu's "unwavering trust in Cale's selfless heart".)

Meanwhile, Cale finished his recovery and goes to the Whipper Kingdom. His decision to buy the Magic Tower is shown to be a spur-of-a-moment thing, as the Whipper Kingdom needs money to continue fighting against the Empire, who the Crown Prince suspects is working with Arm. (Real Cale is disgusted how his very clever scam was turned into a selfless deed in this musical.) Toonka is indebted to Cale and loudly proclaims him his friend (since he does that in real life and the writers had sources)

Then Cale is shown to meet the Cat Children. Real Hong and On are irritated they came in so late. Raon is grumpy he isn't there at all. Real Cale comforts him that he had been hidden this whole time, of course they wouldn't know about him. The children say that the Queen of the Jungle is trapped in the Path of No Return, and Cale heroically helps rescue her. Cale uses his Water Ancient Power, which according to the writers, he found in the Ubarr shores during recovery. (Real Cale is surprised at the accidental accuracy.)

Cale saves the Jungle, and Litana has a number praising him. (Real Cale intentionally falls asleep to stop watching his character being portrayed as embarrassingly pure-hearted hero)

By the time he wakes up, the plot passed his "Heroic Actions" in the Empire and the war arc begins. Choi Han has a whole heroic solo number as he defeats Clopeh, who immediately is dazzled by the grace of his enemies, and joins them. (Real Cale is once again missed how completely off the mark the whole thing is, completely skipping Clopeh's torture and everything.)

We skip past various battles, and finally we arrive at the moment when the White Star shows up. He and Cale have a duet about destiny and all that jazz (mirroring the rumors started by the White Star's nonsense theory about Cale being "the messenger of the gods"). At this point, Real Cale has enough, and completely stops paying attention, to save his sanity.

Turns out, the kids didn't like it. It was much too inaccurate, and Raon wasn't in it. Cale comforts them that of course it was bad, because Raon wasn't in it. Raon decides he should start writing that biography with Mary, Clopeh and Dodori, much to Cale's horror.

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #cale #tcf cale #tcf humor #humor #musical au #kinda? #reaction fic #kinda?? #my wrtitng #tcf fic #yet another fic concept that I will probably never write lol

[passthroughtime]

sunday six (be the change you want to see in the world edition)

so, uh, everyone skipped it this week? ok. here's some kuwagami for you anyway

“Could you actually put some effort into this and not make it that obvious?” he tries to sound offended or at least condemnatory. It’s hard to gauge how successful he’s been, with the thunder of his heart in his ears blocking that kind of nuance.

Kuwana scoffs, “Can you not play hard to get? Or should I make the reservations at a fancy restaurant next time?”

Yagami rolls his eyes. But he is too tired to be angered by that. “Well, at least that’d be an actual effort from you, for once.”

Kuwana erupts with laughter (Yagami can’t help but smile in return) and pushes himself away from the wall, the e-cig in his hand, ready to go. “Okay, but you should dress all pretty for me. Not one of your lazy disguises. And do something with your hair, obviously, there’s no proper place that’d let you in with this shag on your head.” He tries to hook one of the curls with his vape, and Yagami takes this second to push the memories of Kuwana loving to pull on this very shag away.

“You’re one to talk.” Yagami looks over Kuwana trying to find any particular feature it’ll be easier to mock. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Yagami wishes he meant it in a bad way, but Kuwana is the direct reason why his tastes in men have become so trash lately. Because watching him, Yagami can't not think that in some kind of sense, Kuwana is really beautiful. The soft expression when he’s not frowning, his plush bow-like lips, and the sparkle in his eyes which Yagami’s been seeing more and more lately… Some nights, Yagami even regrets that he can’t, in any way or circumstance, fall in love with him.

Kuwana’s lips slowly stretch into a shit-eating grin, “You really can’t find anything to say? Or am I just so mesmerizing you lost your thought?”

Some nights he doesn’t.

“Oh, shut up already,” Yagami growls and looks around.

#kuwagami #judge eyes #sunday six #putting letters together one word at a time #this snippet is a bit long but it feels like that thing is NOT going to be a swift ride so. whatever #and yeah you can differentiate between this oneshot and the ever-changing by the tense i'm using #so it's not the ever-changing again yep. i'm writing it tho daily so dw if you do #rn figuring out the mess i made... #so it's... a process #kinda ooc-y but well. i had a moment there. #trash-talking as a love language 💅