#my trash writing

[thatninjacat27]

Idea that was a part of my Merc spider and hero deadpool au but I’ll never ever get around to writing the complete story so I figured I do myself a favor and share this with the world. Maybe someone will want to write this . If you do please let me know.

Context: Peter is a mercenary while Wade is more of a hero. Peter is called The Spider or just Spider. Miles Morales is this world’s Spider-Man and gets referred as Spider-Man. Miles is also Peter’s brother but not by adoption or biology. It’s through Found Family. Both of their family members are all dead. Peter doesn’t really have the best relationship with the avengers but Miles and Wade do and he eventually starts to warm up to the team. (Side note of the dead family of Peter Parker/some more origin: Peter’s friends(specifically Harry) kinda backstabbed him and it kinda led him down the dark path before he met Wade and Miles. Also Doc Ock was part of the reason why both Aunt May and Uncle Ben are dead. He was a father figure to Peter and kinda had a poly relationship(the developing stages of one) with May and Ben.) The costumes all remain the same.

Anyways, Peter and Wade are friends and each have a crush on each other but don’t say anything. It took them a while to get to this stage.

One day, while they were on patrol, a portal opens up and their daughter from the future, called Mayday Wilson, also known as Itsy Bitsy, appears out of it. She’s a mercenary who has traveled back in time to prevent something bad that affected her parents for the rest of their lives. Mayday got this time traveling device from her Uncle Miles whom she is very close with. Her costume looks a lot like miles but just has red ascents and white webs around her gloves and feet. The eye mask kinda has red around it. Mayday gives no fucks, is pretty decent and has a well rounded skill set, lies a bit to protect herself and because of future stuff.

Peter is actually really happy to have her around but wade isn’t taking it too well. Mayday’s relationship with her parents in the future is complicated because Wade is dead(somehow) and Peter (from the future) kinda turns to this badass buff old man who gives zero fucks like in those movies and kinda hates her and barely see her as his own kid. (There’s an explanation but I don’t remember it). Wade died when she was around 8 or 9. Here she is like 19-20.

This all gets revealed in an accident(it was partially revealed by Mayday because she wanted to spend time with her heroic parent and now why does the other one want to talk with me now? And Future Peter is trying to prevent Mayday from changing the timeline(because he still kinda cares about her) and Present Peter feels bad about all of this and the actions of his future self.

it all gets resolved somehow.

also wouldn’t it be interesting is it was slightly swapped. Like Peter died and Wade lived and because of that, Wade accidentally pushed Mayday into the mercenary business. He now has to live with the guilt of his only daughter, who looks a lot like her other father, being a mercenary and it being his fault. Wade actually got Peter out of that so it’s kinda a blow in the face.

#spideypool #alternate universe #my trash writing #spider man #deadpool #miles morales #wade wilson #peter parker #itsy bitsy spider #it part of my au that I will not write a full story on ever

[hxhhasmysoul]

Rating:

E

Pairing:

Sukuna/Yuuji

Fic summary:

Sukuna is a ruthless Emperor bored with his life and especially his Harem which is full of people from noble origins trying to advance the political interest of their families. Aka an extension of his annoying duties as a ruler and not a place of relaxation. When he meets a young slave, he wonders how would this common man fare among his privileged concubines. It seems that when Sukuna is involved, Yuuji is always out of luck and forced to do his best.

Chapter summary:

Yuuji watches a performance. Sukuna plays cards.

#my trash writing #sukuita #sukuna #itadori yuuji #i'm posting this because i'm so happy i managed to write anything #job is being really horrible for my writing capabilities #read the tags on ao3 #but generally it's cheese and political intrigue and royalty #and language and fabrics

[jaegckerman]

Masterlist

Attack on Titan

Eren x Reader:

As Day Breaks, NSFW, Oneshot, 2.7k

Eremika

Notes in Constellations, NSFW, Oneshot, 7k

Tokyo Revengers

KazuFuyu

Domestic HCs

Kokonui

Never Fades With The Days, NSFW, multichapter, very angsty and dark but it gets fluffier, heed the tags and warnings!

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Jotakak

tonight won't make a difference., NSFW, kinda angsty, cw: infidelity and emotional smut

on the tip of my tongue, NSFW, continuation of tonight won't make a difference, cw: internalized homophobia, homophobia in general, mental health issues, diagnoses, referenced cheating, explicit sexual content, referenced dub/non-con (past Diokak), references and discussions of the AIDS/HIV crisis and the trauma of coming to terms with your sexuality as a teenager at the height of it, pretty vivid descriptions of depression and mania

hypnotize me always, NSFW, enemies to friends (with benefits) to lovers AU, college senior Kakyoin and PhD candidate Jotaro as his TA (so slight age difference), the Joestar family constellation differs from canon; bisexual, half-Scottish and ADHD Kakyoin with piercings and Jotaro with tattoos because I'm allowed to be a little self-indulgent

#Bee's Masterlist #My trash writing #Figured I'd make one because I'm planning on writing so much more in the future #Because fun

[pixelated-stories]

Pinned for THIS alt blog.. ..,.,.

High they're I @pixelation-is-real blog (omg is real) anyway

Copy-pasted stuff from there

My ao3 account can be found here!

Updates will be slower here than at ao3 (which is already super slow)

Heart of Gold Edition:

Cringe chapter 1 is here...

Chapter 2 come today

Goldheart Edition:

Not here yet sorry you'll have to wait

#Pokemon #dave and bambi #hollow knight #my TRASH writing

[toraoftheclearsky]

Expedition-44

[File E44-1]

[audio received from unknown source. Transcription follows]

*several thumps are heard*

“Fucking Finally! I think it’s working now.”

*A female voice clears her throat*

“This is….Lucy…I think, of Expedition 44 reporting in… hopefully.”

*A loud creek echoes in the backdrop, the woman does not seem to notice*

“It’s been a long…period of time… But we think we got the transmitter up and running. The guy I’m calling Gary ,cause I can’t pronounce his actual name, seems to know something about radio maintenance. He’s sorta this big crab, spider thing. Nice guy.”

*A sigh is heard*

“Which is great”

“Really, Really great.”

“But besides calling for help it doesn’t really help our immediate situation. Which was absolutely…Fu…Bad…to begin with but is rapidly degrading.”

*The voice takes a deep breath*

“So onto the actual report I guess. There are four of us on board and none of us remember anything. We don’t know our names, who we are, where we are, or what we’re doing out here. Not our pasts, not our roles on this…station?…vessel?… thing?…”

“What we’ve learned so far, like my name for example, we’ve picked up from context clues or from digging through what we’re pretty sure are our personal belongs. It helps that none of us are the same species, which means our sleeping spaces are uniquely suited to our needs, which in turn makes figuring out who goes with what, much, much easier.”

“The four of us all speak one shared language, but we all also speak at least one other language that none of the others understand. Or at least for the most part.”

*the voice coughs several times. It does not sound healthy*

“Me and Scarlet, (again not her real name), this weird sorta blackish red humanoid blob lady, share a language that the others do not.”

“Also Scarlet doesn’t seem to have any sleeping quarters, and what few belongings she has were all in the airlock. Which is…unusual.”

“Uthrak, whose name I can pronounce, their sorta bipedal but they’ve got four arms and no head, and a mouth and eyes where their collarbones should be, is extremely suspicious of Scarlet. But their extremely suspicious of everyone so whatever.”

*she pauses and lets out another cough.*

“Anyway! We’re all stuck in what we think is the habitation module. Why there’s an airlock here is beyond me.”

“It’s not exactly spacious in here but we’re working on getting one of the doors op-“

*a dealing crackling noise drowns out her voice*

[End of File E44-1]

#storytelling #spacecore #space travel #sci fi #survival #isolation #deep space #my trash writing

[calethescammer]

One of my favourite brain rotting tcf ideas is Cale having some tremor disorder. Basically, he has hands that randomly tremble without any reason.

It may be genetic to him, or he developed it as Cale because of not eating his meals properly and inevitably developing some vitamin deficiency.

Now comes the best part.

Imagine Cale, perhaps in some really gruesome battle, with blood of enemies and allies mixed around him. Imagine his family seeing Cale's stoic face, wondering how a person so young can be so brave, and then they see his hands shaking under his raven coat, even as they're curled tightly into a fist.

Imagine Cale looking at Jour's portrait, admiring her beauty and her alike face with his own. But then his family sees him, his gaze fixated on his mother's image and his hands trembling slightly.

Imagine him, standing at the forefront of some battle with his shields raised, with his hands trembling uncontrollably, even though he is not straining himself. The people protected under him can only tear up at his selflessness.

Imagine Cale after attacking the enemies with a wave of firebolts, but his hands again started shaking badly, even if he has them covered under his sleeves. His family misunderstands that as Cale hiding his pain.

Imagine Cale, resting on a couch after some battle, and when Raon, On and Hong excitedly climb upon his lap, he only smiles slightly and pats them with his trembling hands. The kids then worriedly inform Ron of this and Cale recieves sweet lemon tea for a whole week.

Imagine Cale talking about territory matters with Alberu, and Alberu is once again amazed by his dongsaeng's witty and almost experienced approaches to problems like war. But then he sees Cale's hands shaking while holding the tea cup, and he realises how absolutely not normal it is to not be nervous in such a situation. (Alberu later pledges to himself to give Cale the slacker life he always wished for.)

Just imagine Cale in any situation with trembling hands and it literally creates the most hilarious misunderstandings with some really wonderful angst.

#I'm absolutely gonna write this in whole later #it also helps you realise how much Cale is used to stuff that he shouldn't be used to #and the fact that no one in his family questions it. and just. goes along with it. #its really funny till you realise how traumatised this guy is #genuinely one of my most favourite brainrots to daydream about #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #tcf #lcf #tcf novel #tcf prompt #kim rok soo

[emmyrosee]

Kuroo Tetsuro was put on this earth to have children.

Before your little twins were even a thought, he’d look longingly at young couples with kids, watching with the most dazed expression. He was always the first to smile at infants, wave at toddlers, and if the accompanying parents seemed to welcome his affections, he’d ask the young children questions.

So, the gods blessed him with twins. And 9 times out of 10, he’s the most thorough father you’ve ever known, and he’s so quick to know which child needs what, when, and why.

Right now, however, is the 1 out of 10. And it’s funny.

“There’s a tiny human at the end of our bed,” he whispers against your head, the raspiness of his voice rumbling against your temple.

“I sincerely hope you mean one of our children.”

Your joke makes Tetsuro laugh, slowly sitting up to peek at the cutest intruder in your doorway.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbles, thick fingers pressing into his eyes to rub the sleep from them. You smile at your daughter at the foot of your bed, sleepily gazing at your little girl. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, dadda,” she mumbles around her pacifier.

“Yeah? Where’s your sister?”

“Sleepin’.”

“She’s still sleeping?” He says, yawning softly, an arm wrapping around you to pull you closer. “How come you’re not still sleeping?”

“Bluey!” She squeals excitedly, pointing at the tv in your room.

This, has your husband’s eyes furrowing. His body shifts slightly, and his eyes dart to span over her tiny frame.

“You want to watch Bluey?” He asks, and you cock your brow up at him in confusion for his confusion.

“Uh-huh!” She crawls onto the foot of your bed with a finger extended to the big screen, “Bluey, please?”

“What’s wrong?” You whisper, grabbing the remote and clicking the tv so your tiny child is occupied.

Tetsuro leans over, pulling you close, enough to where his warm breath spans over your face.

“I don’t know which one that is,” he whispers, and you let out a soft snort.

“You really don’t know?”

“I know Hanako likes Bluey, but Hanae’s favorite pair of pj’s is the one that’s being worn right now.”

Your eyes flick back down to the figure at the bottom of your bed, who indeed, is wearing Hanae’s favorite green pajamas (Hanako’s are yellow), but is watching Bluey like no one’s business (Hanae immensely prefers paw patrol).

And in his defense… they are twins.

Looking the same is kind of what they do.

“What about her eyes?” You whisper back. Hanae has eyes like her fathers, while Hanako’s are more akin to yours.

“Couldn’t get a good look, it’s too early!”

“Pacifier color?”

“Baby they switch those regularly, you know better than to ask.”

Chewing on your lip, your eyes shift over your child’s excited eyes watching the tv. It’s true, if they weren’t identical enough, now they have to go and switch the few things that make them different.

“Who are you?” Tetsuro asks to no one, though it does make you giggle.

Then, you smile and slowly sit up, patting your husband’s chest lovingly. “Hey stinky,” you call, and you watch her messy black hair swish as she turns to face you. “Who do you like to hang out with more, uncle ken or uncle ko?”

The tiny human beams around the pacifier in her mouth, “uncle ko! ‘Cause he plays pirates with me in ‘da pool!”

You and tetsuro look at each other and grin.

Hanae.

Hanako was absolutely whipped for her uncle kenma.

“We should see him soon, shouldn’t we?” You ask, watching as Hanae bounces excitedly.

Tetsuro rolls his eyes as he sits up, “not before we see uncle Kenma, he’s already pouty that you like uncle Koutaro more, and I gotta hear about it.”

“Of course she likes him more,” you tease, slipping out of bed to start the day. “Hanae is practically attached to Koutarou’s leg; she told us she was going to marry him one day, remember?

“Gonna marry Uncle Kou one day!” Hanae chirps. “N’ Hanako’s gonna marry Uncle Kenma, ‘nd we’re all gonna marry Uncle Kei, and-“

“Do not do this to me so early,” Tetsuro groans, patting the bed for the little girl to snuggle with him. She does, with a happy little noise and a quick scurry close to him, and you can only watch with a smile as they watch Bluey together in the rays of the sun before shuffling off to make breakfast.

#LITERALLY ON MY HANDS AND KNEES #THIS IS TRASH BUT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT- #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x f!reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader fluff #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsuro haikyuu #kuroo #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo x f!reader #kuroo x reader fluff #kuroo imagine #kuroo haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #dad!au #dad!haikyuu #dad!kuroo #dad!kuroo tetsuro #dad!hq

[spudangle]

Companion Bed/Sleeping Preferences

Lae'zel. Brought up as a warrior she definitely prefers practicality over comfort. Big luxurious soft beds are not for her, they’re too much of a hassle to get in and out of, not proficient at all. But if she has to, then she can pretty much sleep anywhere, be it while lying down, sitting, or standing. If she were to choose, she would probably prefer a hard surface over a soft one, so that her back feels nice and straight in the morning. She’s probably the companion who goes to bed first if she’s not on watch duty, and were it not for the elven companions then she would also be the one to wake up first quickly getting ready for the day. However she’s NOT allowed to sharpen her sword until after everyone else has gotten up.     

Shadowheart, too, has been trained to be able to sleep under most conditions, and a comfortable bed hasn’t really been commonplace for her under Shar.

But unlike Lae’zel, Shadowheart would actually enjoy having a bit of comfort in her life, especially after leaving Shar. It’s just something that she has to rediscover gradually. The feeling of the soft warm bed that she has at the Elfsong—a stark contrast to the cold stone of her old bed—is nice, but she almost finds it too warm at first quickly having to throw off her duvet to not overheat. The smell of clean linens however is perhaps her favorite thing, reminding her of a childhood long forgotten. Post-game she would probably enjoy having her own sleep rituals that she can do for herself and not to appease some cruel goddess. 

Astarion is a man of luxury. That means that he wants as big and soft a bed as possible, he practically wants to drown into the mattress. And it HAS to have clean silk sheets, he is done with damp dirty sheets that smell like they’ve been fucked to death. The bed is preferably a curtained four poster so that the warmth can’t escape, because obviously the bed has been warmed up by a bed warmer before he gets in. I know that there are several takes about the wooden board that he has in his tent, but I personally believe that it's there so he doesn't have to place his bedroll directly on the dirty ground. Anyways, Astarion wants a comfortable bed because he is a creature of comfort, and if can’t rest peacefully then he can at least suffer while in a comfortable bed. 

Gale also is a man of comfort when it comes to beds. His bed in Waterdeep has at least ten pillows, however he can only sleep with one otherwise he gets neck pain. The extra pillows are there so that he can sit comfortably while reading in bed. The bed itself is probably also really pompous looking, not exactly like the one from his last night alive scene, no it’s more pompous than that, it’s probably round. Yes it’s round. It’s a round four poster, decorated with golden constellations and heavy velour curtains hoisted up with thick tasseled ropes. And boy did he miss his bed when he had to leave Waterdeep. It’s not that he can’t sleep anywhere else, it just takes him a while to get used to new surfaces. ALSO, Gale most definitely talks in his sleep. Has he ever set something on fire in his sleep? He would never admit it, but he also can’t say no.    

Wyll. Since being cast out by his father Wyll quickly got used to not having a regular bed. He’d either be camping or he’d be offered shelter for his heroic deeds by the people who he helped. He probably enjoys camping quite a bit, finding the quietness of nature relaxing. Either that or he’s too much of an optimist to admit to himself that he misses having a warm bed. Wyll is also most definitely a morning person. Early bird gets the worm and all that. In fact he gets restless if has to laze around in bed for too long. Lastly, sleeping after he gets his horns is, if not a struggle, then at least something that takes some getting used to. For instance, he can’t lie down without a pillow. Not on his back. Not his side. Not his stomach. So pillows are a must, or at least just something that takes the strain off his head/neck while lying down.    

Karlach is probably the most restless sleeper of the gang. Not in the sense that she doesn’t sleep well—because she does—but she is a very animated sleeper, either kicking or punching the air, or she gets those weird twitches while dreaming. So unfortunately she’s not just a bad bed partner because of her body temperature, which sucks because she loves spooning before falling asleep. So, she’s either cradling Clive or her blanket for comfort. She also prefers sleeping in cold environments, which was fine when the group hadn’t reached Baldur’s Gate because when you’re outside then there’s always a draft. However the Elfsong doesn’t offer that same luxury, but at least she gets to sleep next to the window.

Halsin can also pretty much sleep anywhere, not because it’s practical, but because he’s always comfortable, at least when out in the wild. After all, the perk of bear form is that you’re well-padded for any surface. And he is a heavy sleeper. Give this man a good hearty meal, and he’ll sleep for 12 hours. This also means that any bed partner of his should be careful that they don’t get smothered under him, because if he is in deep sleep then you cannot wake him. He has also most definitely talked himself to sleep when telling his children goodnight stories before bed, only to then wake up and find that he’s the one that's been tucked into bed.

(If you’re interested in more bed thoughts then I also have this post)

#my own personal trash #text #headcanons #baldur's gate 3 headcanons #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #Lae'zel #Shadowheart #Astarion #Gale Dekarios #Wyll Ravengard #Karlach #Halsin #And with that a good night and goodnight to you all #my writing

[chrliekclly]

#frank reynolds #iasip #always sunny #just to show my thought process on the 'hmm which frank is th most deservedly unconscious' for that rb'd post #he's catatonic in th hospital but its on a bed which makes it feel too normal #in th booth its a good pose but he's awake and talking to th twins #sanitizer frank is obviously hilarious bt hes writhing around n it so....doesnt feel right #him on th ground w sausage links coming out of his pocket is so funny but hes just ACTING like hes dead.... #poison i went w he is @ least fully unconscious @ th time of photo evn tho he is halfway outta th frame #plus being on th floor trumps everything (xcept maybe th 'carousel') #was hard to choose! #screencap #sweet dee has a heart attack #charlie catches a leprechaun #the gang gets quarantined #mac and charlie write a movie #the world series defense #n e 1 else remember some? only othrs i can think of is th gang replaces dee w a monkey waking up on th bar #nd wen hes on acid in th trash can on th ground n th gang gets invincible #nd maybe gang turns black waking up on th couch but....none of those r worthy imo #frank aes

[ghooostea]

Older Senjuro Rengoku as a Hashira (25, or around that age!) for a fanfiction I'm currently writing (〃´∀｀〃)u

#yes I write fanfiction I know I'm trash #meanwhile my readers are still waiting for me to update my zelda fanfiction #gomen #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #fanart #fanfic #fanfiction #rengoku senjuro #senjuro #demon slayer rengoku #my art

[mintypsii]

curiosity killed the cat ‼️ note to self: next time throw undelivered love letters into the sea

#sanji writing a 15 page love letter for usopp after not sleeping for 2 days in a state of delerium #and then throwing it away in the trash can after waking up the next morning #was talking ab this idea w my fren lars he's the number 1 sanuso enabler #crying shaking #one piece #op #mintart #my art #sanji #usopp #sanuso #usosan #vinsmoke sanji #god usopp #black leg sanji

[thatninjacat27]

Some Details On The X-Men Swap Au That I’m Currently Writing A Oneshot On:

Erik is in a wheelchair and had telepathy and still Jewish. Charles can walk and has metal manipulation and the magnetism thing going on and is still old money rich.(can’t decide if I want Charles to have also been shot but makes metal leg braces and uses his powers to make himself walk and no one but Hank and maybe Emma is aware of it.) Raven is not Charles’s sister (or Erik’s) but is Erik’s right hand. Hank is slightly crazy but is the one person Charles trusts completely from the X-men. Charles was basically sold to Shaw as a kid by his mom(mommy issues). Emma loves to mess around with Charles and they somewhat grew up together but it’s still hostile.

Charles basically adopts Wanda,Pietro/Peter, and Lorna because Erik kinda refuses to acknowledge that those are legitimately his kids. It isn’t on purpose but like it happens(comedically). The kids (they are in their teens) are still with The Brotherhood but call Charles their other dad. He actually tries to bond with them and teaches Lorna how to control her powers better, and Wanda and Peter too. Always gives gifts that are specific to them and genuinely cares about them.

Charles took Shaw’s helmet and is dramatic but not exactly to the scale like Magento(OG Erik.) As a kid, Charles had two metal balls floating above his head (about the size of a baseball) that represented his emotions(they would spasm if he was angry) and were very flexible to manipulate to other objects if needed. He stopped using them because they gave what he was really feeling away and he used the metal to replace Shaw’s helmet after it got lost or something.

Charles nearly got his degree while Erik has it so he is called The Professor. I didn’t come up with a name for Charles and I didn’t feel like Magneto will fit that well.

So Magda is switched with Moira. David doesn’t exist here but I felt like I should mention him.

The Brotherhood swap with the X-men but some of the X-men are with the Brotherhood and vice versa if that makes sense.

#Cherik #x men first class #swap au #alternate universe #erik lehnsherr #hank mccoy #raven darkholme #charles xavier #lorna dane #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #peter maximoff #emma frost #sebastian shaw #my trash writing #ideas #creative writing #Stepdad Charles #professor x #max eisenhardt #magneto

[hxhhasmysoul]

5 Favourite Fics I’ve written

rule: 5 favourite fics you’ve written and pass it on to 5 other writers

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thank you @cursedvibes for the tag. it took me a while to do it because i don't really like the fics i've written, idk, writing for me is dealing with my adhd brain and the results never really make me happy they just give me relief. i think part of it is that i despise my writing style, the language, i have no turn of phrase. i find it unpleasant to read. but at the same time i like the process of planning a story and its setting. so the fics i will list are those which i really enjoyed making up a setting for, which i think have fun world building and/or plots/intrigues. these are from oldest to newest.

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Fairytale kingdom, nightmare castle

it's my first fic ever, it's actually huge (157,059 words) but unfinished, i want to get back to it but it needs 2 action filled chapters and i'm scared of that. it's actually a killugon fic with canary as the third protagonist, hxh power system but in an empire/regency inspired aesthetic. it's very plot driven, world building heavy, has scenes from many povs. it has a courtly/political intrigue.

rating E

Levels

this fic is special to me because i made a friend through it. but also it's one of two fics on this list that are a vibe... like it kinda has a plot but it's mostly a vibe and to some extent a vague musing about the hxh story line plus a tribute to Blame! aesthetic. oh it's a killugon. it's also my one and only attempt at horror, it's not really scary or creepy, i can't do mood writing to save my life.

rating T

Conventional Wisdom

this fic is also basically a vibe, it's a fic i wrote during the pandemic and it's about loneliness and craving connection. it's also a killugon. this one is an urban fantasy au, gon's a magical creature killua is a human. i didn't set out to write them both ace in this fic, it just kinda turned out like that.

rating T

Trapped

this is me going against all my instincts honestly. i usually dislike fairy tale retellings and here i'm kinda writing one. granted i made it my comfort zone so it's as not fairytalesque as i could. but it has the trappings of the beauty and the beast. it's world building and plot heavy. it's a sukuita fic, also a pairing i never expected myself to like, even less to write for.

rating E

The Only One

this is another first one for me, when i really consciously and purposefully wrote a character to be quite ooc. i just needed that. it's also extremely tropey, royalty au, harem au (like it takes place in a harem, there isn't a harem of lovers to choose from), there are fabrics and linguistics, there's a palace intrigue. it's an author pleaser, i wrote it to make myself feel good. it's a sukuita fic, sweet and angsty.

rating E

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Tagging, but only if you feel like it: @subdee, @voidcat-senket, @yuujispinkhair, @canzie-gumm, @ishouldgetatumbler

#tag game #fanfic #my trash writing #hxh #jjk #killugon #sukuita #honestly my thing is deep deep codependency #and mid to long form aus #if you feel like giving any of those a try read the tags please

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Choi Han sees a weird stick in Cale’s hair.

“Oh, wait Cale-nim, let me…” With the slight height advantage, Cale doesn’t actually have a choice but to let the swordmaster do as he wishes.

For moment he fiddles around, trying to grab the elusive, tangled object, when he suddenly feels Cale lean into his hand. He watches with bated breath as Cale closes his eyes.

(‘Ah, I’m so tired that I’m leaning on Choi Han. Aigoo, he must think I’m pathetic.)

Choi Han spends another minute to get the stick out, claiming that it was particularly stuck in his long hair. He burns this memory into his mind while also promising to never tell another soul.

Eruhaben is next. He notices the red head’s soft locks, freshly washed and neatly air-dried with magic. As a dragon, he doesn’t think twice about the temptation, standing from his spot on the couch to test if Cale’s hair is even half as soft as it appears to be.

It is, he learns.

(Cale shivers. Is Eruhaben threatening him? Just in case, Cale bows his head to hide his fearful expression.)

The dragon watches with amusement, thinking that it’s only natural to offer one’s head to a dragon as powerful as him. Until he feels Cale almost… press into his palm absentmindedly. Eruhaben vividly feels the exact moment that his heart melts into a puddle of affection.

He definitely will use this against the bastard next time he has the opportunity.

Oddly, On and Hong figure it out next. Cale is sitting in his usual chair, reading a book with his hair falling into his face picturesquely. On recalls when Rosalyn did her hair up with a pretty pin, making it easy to move around without getting in her face.

On considers if Cale would mind On experimenting a little, immediately coming to the conclusion that he wouldn’t give two shits.

She transforms into her human form and moves behind the chair. Of course, Cale doesn’t bat an eye at her unusual movements. When she gathers his hair up in her hands, he doesn’t miss a beat, leaning back to give her better access. He only changes the angle of his book so he can still read. Hong observes his sister from Cale’s lap with curiosity.

Her upbeat attitude is ruined quickly because she doesn’t know how to braid nor tie up hair, and is missing the necessary bows and pins to do it in the first place. She runs her fingers through his vibrant red hair as she tries to remember what Rosalyn did.

Hong’s eyes go wide. Cale had stopped reading as his sister continued her ministrations, closing his eyes and leaning back, relaxing into his seat. Hong urgently signals for his sister to witness this.

Her eyes narrow in on the sight with a calculating gaze. She changes the way her hands run through his hair, simply running her fingers through and carefully untangling it instead. Cale’s face gradually loses its constant pinch.

(‘Yes, the children should do whatever they want, even play with my hair.’ Cale internally nods to himself.)

On, unlike Choi Han or Eruhaben, tests her limits. She continues her gentle pattern without pausing. After a few minutes, both of the cats hear Cale’s breathing taper away into a relaxed rhythm. On silently makes eye contact with her brother, and they make a secret promise to not make a big deal about this, lest this trick never work again.

They hear Ron before he enters the room and On casually returns to her car form, stealthily and softly landing on Cale’s lap. Ron enters, pausing at the sight of his puppy young master.

Smiling benignly, he darkly assumes that Cale had been so exhausted that he managed to fall asleep in the middle of reading.

On and Hong don’t correct him.

If Cale has an especially bitter lemon tea that night, he doesn’t make a big deal about it. Not when the crown prince calls him soon after it arrives.

He arrives at the palace where the Crown Prince learns of this spreading secret. Cale uses his superior glib tongue to force a frown on Alberu’s exhausted expression, and the exasperated hyung sighs, walking around to the couch where his dongaeng is sprawled. He places a hand on his shoulder, threatening Cale with a high political position if he doesn’t stop doing dangerous things and causing trouble.

Cale shudders and agrees. Alberu smiles at this, his hand moving to ruffle his adorable dongsaeng’s hair.

(Cale sighs, closing his eyes and humoring his affectionate hyung. He leans back, questioning why everyone has been so touchy lately.)

Alberu feels his heart stop and stutter at the fragile sight. Cale looks completely at ease, slumped in the couch cushions and pressing his head into Alberu’s palm like a cat. His lip is quirked up slightly, but Alberu would bet a golden plaque that Cale hasn’t a single idea on what he looks like right now, otherwise he wouldn’t be even half as relaxed as he is right now.

He resembles a lazy cat. He’s being pet whilst lounging, with a content and pleased expression edging on his face. If this goes on long enough, Cale might even fall asleep.

Alberu continues talking without letting his smile leak through into his words, stroking the top of Cale’s head in an absent minded motion.

(Cale ignores the sneaking chill on the back of his neck, too focused on Alberu’s words about the kingdom. The petting is a bit strange, but Alberu is the crown prince, so he’ll allow it.)

As predicted, Cale doesn’t mention it.

After a minute though, Cale starts to frown, beginning to acknowledge the feeling that he’s being scammed somehow.

“Hyung, do you have a headache?”

Alberu acts like a polite and caring hyung, starting to massage Cale’s head.

(Cale frowns more. Something is definitely going on.)

Cale opens his eyes, protesting. “Your highness, my health is perfect at the moment. You, our shining sun, couldn’t possibly-“ Alberu changes from massaging to running his fingers through Cale’s hair.

(Cale sighs, cutting off. It was just a ploy to play with Cale’s hair. He should’ve expected his highness to scam him in this way too.)

Alberu grins when Cale stops talking, looking resigned to his fate. He goes completely limp, and Alberu’s blunt fingernails scratch against Cale’s scalp gently. Cale visibly shudders at the feeling.

(‘Too scary, what if he scratches and draws blood? If Raon finds out, he’s going to feed me soggy apple pie…’)

Alberu preens at finding Cale’s weakness.

On slyly asks Rosalyn to do up Cale’s hair one day- as an experiment- and is extremely pleased when Cale not only agrees, but he closes his eyes and falls asleep soon after the Mage is done gently tugging his hair into place and adorning it with intricate pins and accessories. Choi Han walks in on this scene and threatens Rosalyn to keep it a secret (after melting a bit on the inside). She agrees with a sly smile.

If only Cale knew how everyone was going to use this to scam him in the future…

Eventually the misconception that Cale likes to have his hair played with goes around the entire group. Cale- of course- is completely clueless. He just thinks that everyone suddenly became obsessed with his hair.

Ron is the only one who can’t get Cale to relax. Even Bud somewhat managed it, but Cale stays vigilant no matter what his old butler does. Ron finds his puppy young master to be amusing.

Cale really doesn’t understand what they want with his hair. Do they want his hair?

(He asks Ron for a trim a few days later. Ron only cuts off the dead ends and leaves it neat but long, much to the young masters displeasure.)

#for the record cale is definitely somewhat enjoying it. he’s just oblivious to his own emotions #and ​rejects all ideas of enjoying physical affection. bc all he needs is his slacker life and nothing else #so if he gets used to the petting and feels more relaxed afterwards… it’s purely coincidental #tcf #I’ve been mimicking the writing style of tcf recently and I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing yet #… I should write smth and ask my sibling to peer review it and tell me if it’s better or worse than my style before #trash of the count’s family #lcf #lout of the counts family #cale henituse #choi han #eruhaben #on and hong #alberu crossman #rosalyn tcf #ron molan #not a reblog

[sunnykellyy]

thinking about how even though dennis and dee are obviously so awful and cruel to each other most of the time, they always try to protect each other during life’s most scariest moments. like they rlly only had each other growing up due to frank and barbara being shitty parents and they still depend on each other at the end of the day:((

#iasip #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #my favorite awful siblings #trash twins my beloved #dennis reynolds #dee reynolds #yes i will take this silly show seriously idc #i could write so many essays on these dumb characters #always sunny

[zer0pm]

Imagine working your first night in the village tavern and serving a drink to a man you catch sitting by his lonesome. He accepts your kind gesture and engages you in conversation. You didn’t realize you were talking to Lord Heisenberg until it was too late.

“Got a tall one with your name on it.”

The silver-haired man simply glances up at you from his seat, bright eyes switching between your smiling face and the full mug you’ve placed in front of him. The bored expression he wore previously relaxes into that of mild intrigue.

“I didn’t order that,” he says, amusement in his deep voice.

You shrug casually, “It’s on the house.”

When he didn’t say anything right away, you proceeded to explain yourself. “Barkeep mentioned you haven’t ordered anything since you got here. I figured I could spot you a round. Hope you don’t find it rude.”

To your surprise, the man chuckles, returning your patient smile with a toothy grin. “Can’t tell if you’re brave or just straight-up fucking strange. But you are definitely interesting, I’ll give you that.”

You tilt your head curiously, unsure of what to make of his comment. Perhaps, this stranger is one of those lone wolf types that rarely engage in social interaction. However, that didn’t seem correct. He seemed more like the type that enjoyed talking, if not just to hear the sound of his own voice. He has such a distinctive voice too, you found, the rich baritone hitting strings inside you that sent shivering notes tingling down your spine. You shudder not out of fear or anxiety, but out of genuine fascination.

The stranger takes the mug you’ve put down for him in one of his hands, lifting it by the handle and bringing it to his lips before tipping his head back. It gave you an opportunity to look him over. As you suspected, he is large in build. Burly and robust but not overly ripped in muscular definition. He looked strong and undeniably imposing, shaped by hard, laborious work. You imagine that if he wasn’t holding the mug at its handle, he could wrap his thick, calloused digits around the cup with ease. The loose shirt he wore had the sleeves rolled up, exposing several wiry scars that adorn the back of his hands and forearms. They varied in length and size, barely faded by time, and matched the old wounds that ran across his rugged face.

Questions danced upon your tongue on how he got his scars, but you thought better of it and bit them down. He looked different from the other men you’ve seen in the village and had a unique air about him too, one that you would be able to immediately spot in a busy crowd. He was quite handsome, in a rough sort of way.

The man must have noticed you staring for when you brought your eyes back up to his, he was already looking right at you. His bright gaze remained locked onto you even as he sets the drink back down with a quenched sigh, a devilish tongue swipes the excess liquid from damp lips before withdrawing behind wolfish teeth. The ends of his mouth tugs upwards, putting his canines into full display. The damn man is smirking again and his eyes had a knowing, teasing gleam to them. Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, you bowed your head to hide the embarrassment burning on your cheeks.

Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, you take a step back. “I-I’m going to see to my other patrons, then. If you need anything else, just-”

“What’s your name, buttercup?” He cuts you off. There is an edge to his tone, as if daring you to move from your spot before him.

Buttercup? He’s giving you a petname? Is it derogatory or is it a genuine term of endearment? Either way, it made your face burn hotter.

Overwhelmed with the need to answer him immediately, you gave the stranger your name without a second thought. He repeats it in a low, slow drawl as if testing and savoring the sound on his tongue. Your heart picks up speed and you spoke up again in a futile attempt to calm the rapid beating.

“What’s yours?”

Like flipping a switch, the air between you two suddenly shifts. The wide smirk he wore falters and his brows furrow. These few words seemed to have disarmed him as the grey-haired man beholds you with a piercing glare, searching your face for any signs that you are joking or something. You could do nothing but stare back, balancing on the balls of your feet nervously. When he found that you were sincere in your question, he grasps his bearded chin thoughtfully.

“Intriguing,” he comments, his expression deeply pensive. His reply didn’t relieve any of the tension you were feeling and you wondered if you somehow offended him for not knowing who he is. “Are you local?”

Unable to fathom where his line of questioning was heading, you decided that it was best to answer him honestly as you have been doing thus far. “Uhh, yes, of course. Born and raised. Although, I’m not from the immediate area, if that’s what you mean.”

A thick silver brow arches. “So, I take it you’re not the religious sort, then.”

You shake your head. There was no helping the guilt taking root inside you. Clearly this man thinks that his identity should be apparent to you. Thinking about it, he does look sort of familiar but you couldn’t quite place him. You wished then that you paid more attention to the people around you in the weekly sermons.

“Not really,” you rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I rarely went to church. Not that I don’t follow the black faith, mind you. I just have other priorities. Life can be hard in the village, you know how it is.”

When he didn’t comment on this, you followed up with your own inquiry with the intention of making polite conversation. He mentioned religion, so…

“Are you a pastor?” That seemed like a logical thing to ask. But surely if he was leading the mass, you’d have remembered him right away. Maybe you simply missed each other in passing. You can’t shake the feeling that you do know him somewhere.

A bellowing laugh erupts from his throat. The man bends over on his seat, banging the wooden tabletop with a clenched fist as zealous humor consumed him. You didn’t notice that the rest of the tavern went completely quiet at his spontaneous outburst. When he finally sits back upright, he was in tears.

“Damn, you’re adorable!” He sighs deeply, his grin wide as he wipes the water from his eyes. “Do I look like the kind to give fucking sermons, buttercup?”

Again with the petname. You weren’t bothered by it this time. If anything, you took the lighthearted turn in the conversation as a good sign, pleased to see that the man looked like he was enjoying his time with you. Even at the expense of your embarrassment.

Deciding it best to play along, you returned his good humor with a playful smile of your own. “Looks can be deceiving.”

He scoffs, “Can say that again. Guess not everyone in Miranda’s herd is a sheep.”

You didn’t quite register that. “Excuse me?”

His hand waves off your question dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. You…”, the grey-haired man leans back against his chair, his lopsided smile bordered on teasing. “You get to call me Karl.”

A surprised hum escapes you, you didn’t expect a man so interesting to have such an ordinary name. Thankfully, he didn’t seem offended by the involuntary sound. Remembering you had a job to do, you throw him a courteous nod.

“Nice to meet you, Karl. I really should check on my other customers. Is there anything else I can get you?”

He casts you a playful look, “Are you on the menu?”

Although you were standing still, you nearly tripped over on the spot and tried to save face by quipping back. “Ha ha. Think you’re so smooth.”

Karl shrugs, reaching for the mug once more and inspecting the contents lazily. “I prefer to be rough. But no, I think this will do. For now.”

Your brain shut down after “rough” and you were quick to retreat back to the bar, ears turning red upon hearing his knowing chuckle as you created distance. So distracted by the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside you that you failed to realize that the usual hustle and bustle of the busy tavern was completely void of sound. A loud bang of what sounded like someone slamming their hand against the wood harshly is all that it took to bring life back into the room and the patrons returning to their own devices. This somehow went under your notice too. You did not regain your wits until the barkeep you were working with for the night snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Oy! New blood! Didn’t I tell you not to bother that one?” he reproached you. Was that panic in his eyes?

You blink back at your distressed coworker. “If it’s about the free tankard, I’ll foot the lei. Everyone else looked like they were having a fine time besides him. That didn’t seem right to me.”

The frantic man shook his head fiercely, “Whether or not he is enjoying himself isn’t any of our business. He could very well be plotting his wrath upon this establishment for what you did!”

The excitement that was bubbling within you before is now replaced by confusion. “Why would Karl do that? Who is he?”

The barkeep’s face falls into that of pure shock. “Are you completely daft!? He’s-”

He chokes. Suddenly, his expression pales to an alarming shade of white. From the corner of your eye, you spot a large shadow looming and felt an imposing presence from your side.

You turn your head to see the man from before standing next to you. But this wasn’t the Karl that you spoke with earlier. He had the same face but wore more clothing- more distinct articles of clothing that made you freeze on the spot upon recognition. Afterall, who could ever miss the signature dirty trenchcoat, or the dark, round glasses, or the well-worn hat of Lord Heisenberg himself? Who dares not recognize one of the four nobles that rule over the village with an iron fist? Evidently you.

He didn’t meet your eyes right away, instead he had a deathly glare directed right at the barkeep who was now quivering in his boots. “Because I’m in a good mood,” the lord began, voice descended into a low growl, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear what you just called my new friend.” Lord Heisenberg then looks down at you behind black lenses, his demeanor shifting from threatening and terrifying to playful and pleasant.

His smile returns, seemingly wider than before, likely because he knows that you know who he is now. “Thanks for the drink, buttercup. I’ll see you real soon.” He pushes his shades down the bridge of his nose, winking at you before tipping his hat in an exaggerated head bow. With heavy footsteps, he takes his leave, not giving a second glance.

Your eyes followed him and lingered on the door he went through long after he left. There was a deafening silence. It filled the tavern for what seemed like an eternity before it was broken by the clanging of the metal tray you once held in your hands.

The lord of steel was here in the flesh. And you were talking to him so carelessly. And he was flirting with you so shamelessly. This was not how you expected your first day on the job to go. And he declared he intended to see you again.

You’re in deep trouble…

#heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg imagine #karl heisenberg #resident evil 8 #re8 heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #sorry it’s been awhile #took a little break #I will get back to our dashing Spaniard #but wanted to post for the trash can #please enjoy #writing for trash magneto was a challenge #heisendaddy #my writing #Zer0PM imagine