#breifly

[skiter-cat-slaying]

spkoe

just some uuspoke bullshit to be so honest this is from a while ago and is me talking to my sister

[startled-starlings]

10 Random C!Philza thoughts so I have stuff to post

.★˚ - The crows all have names, it just depends on the day as to wether or not Phil remembers their names (except Brian) .★˚ - Kinda similar to origins but he sleeps up high, sometimes that just means a really tall bed-frame, sometimes it just means a tall blanket pile, sometimes it means sleeping in the freezing attic .★˚ - Demiromantic/sexual, maybe also bi but in my heart he's aroace (totally unbiased) .★˚ - His wings are always neatly preened, but his hair is a constant fucking mess. Between letting Techno braid small bits of it, leaving it in a hat all the time, never cutting/trimming it, and tying it up being the only styling, it's so messy. Phil's idea of brushing it is just running his fingers through now and again, the only time it's properly brushed is if someones messing with it .★˚ - He runs his fingers over said small braids as a stim because he likes the texture .★˚ - Insomiac, but when he does finally fall asleep he sleeps like a rock then does the parent™ thing when he wakes up where no matter how lightly he was tapped/shook he jumps up and immidiately thinks something's wrong

.★˚ - His legs are Never out, between living in the cold and just only being seen in long clothing, no one knows what they look like unless they've lived with him

.★˚ - I don't really think Phil would drink in front of his kids (at least not till they're also old enough to drink, so 18) but if he did he would get really sappy with them, and around anyone else I think Phil is just loud(er) and very talkative (Also if he did, I feel like he drinks wine but absolutely could drink something stronger if he wanted)

.★˚ - He's always talking a bit loud, maybe because it's a force of habit, maybe because something happened to his hearing, it's never quite yelling, more like just projecting his voice a lot

.★˚ - He plays a lot of instruments, but most specially he knows how to play old instruments, things like harp or piano forte that are centuries old Bonus tiny one - Always has jewlery on, mostly ear piercings but I could see a nose stud too, and lots of rings

[blametheeditor]

Fubar February | 11

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Content Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of being abducted, mentions of being contained against someone’s will

It’s a bad night.

At the very beginning when it was just him and Soap, there was never a night in which they weren’t sleeping with their backs pressed together to keep an eye out for hostiles. It got a bit better once they found Gaz, but even then for a long time they all slept in a pile together, constant physical contact as reassurance no one had been dragged away while they were sleeping.

Things got better as time went by. Ghost of course was the first one who silently put his foot down on gaining some personal space. He relented to stay in the same room as the others, his own instinctive need to keep the two within arm’s reach at all times never waining, but his skin was beginning to crawl from having someone constantly touching him. Gaz and Soap lasted a little longer, the two clinging to each other even when one was awake keeping watch.

Finally, though, they got to a point where they felt safe enough to not have each other within eyesight of all times. Where they all could sleep at the same time without posting a guard to watch over the rest. Where they could go so far as to claim separate rooms to sleep in separate beds knowing their captain was watching over them.

But if there’s one thing Ghost knows more than anything else, and that’s how the past will always haunt you.

Soap tends to be the one most affected by it, so it’s no surprise when the youngest of the group silently appears at Ghost’s door, simply staring up at his lieutenant.

Ghost doesn’t say a word. Already dressed for sleep, he immediately alters his path to his bed to instead heed his sergeant’s silent demands, Soap quickly turning in order to lead him down the hallway to the common area.

Ghost raises an eyebrow at seeing Gaz already setting up a nest of blankets in the corner where they can easily see every entrance into the room. He had assumed it was Soap having a bad night, but it looks like it was Gaz instead.

He doesn’t blame his other sergeant. Not when there’s times even the cold blooded killer who’s name makes anyone who hears it start shaking in their boots finds himself jolting awake in a cold sweat as he desperately grips a knife he always keeps close even in sleep.

Soap and Ghost wait patiently outside of the mass of blankets until Gaz finally beckons them in, the youngest diving in as their lieutenant waits until the two are settled. Then he’s climbing in as well, carefully folding himself as he sits down close enough to have a leg or an arm thrown out to intertwined with his own, but not enough to be clung to.

“Do we need to post a guard?” he asks, gruff but not unkind.

As Gaz opens his mouth to answer, the door across the room suddenly opens. Ghost grabs his knife to throw at whatever is coming to grab them, tensing when he sees the familiar silhouette of Price in the dim lights.

Their captain poses in what Soap has called a ‘threat display’, but they’ve learned that’s his way of offering an apology as well. Something that most likely came about to mimic the way the three of them tend to hold their hands out to try and calm someone down.

“Are we securing the rec room tonight?”

“Aye,” Soap confirms. “Will you be securing it with us, cap?”

Ghost glances over at Gaz perking up at the thought as the overgrown spider’s long legs shift thoughtfully. “I’ll be the posted guard.”

Soap and Gaz immediately burry themselves into the blankets as they become a single entity that won’t be moving anytime soon. Ghost ends up with one of his legs being claimed by both, but he doesn’t join them.

He watches as Gaz’s shivers slowly fade away. Watches Soap’s white knuckled grip loosens bit by bit. Refuses to watch his own hand fight to reach out and confirm the two are real and he isn’t alone.

Instead his eyes land on Price. Feels his eyebrows raise at the spider looking undeniably fond as he slowly walks closer to post himself protectively over his sleeping squad.

There’s also a bit of envy if he’s not mistaken. Specifically toward the gangle of limbs where it’s impossible to tell what belongs to Soap and Gaz. Toward the subconscious need to be in contact with Ghost despite blatantly keeping his distance.

Hadn’t Soap said Price was big on being allowed in someone’s personal space? That physical contact is important to the spider?

“Are you going to stay up for a bit, atme?”

Ghost stares down at his sergeants already snoring away, trusting their lieutenant and alien captain to keep them safe.

“I’ll leave it to you, captain,” Ghost murmurs as he carefully lies down to not jostle Soap and Gaz.

Price chitters in a way Soap said to mean the spider was happy. He watches through half-lidded eyes as the figure suddenly grows twice in height as their captain looms over them. A promise that no matter what comes through the door, it won’t be reaching them or making it back out alive.

He closes his eyes right as Soap wraps an arm around the nearest stilt, for the first time in a long time falling asleep without the promise of a nightmare waiting as a chorus of screams becomes his lullaby.

No, only a shadow always hovering over his shoulder follows him in his dreams, with spindly limbs that lift him away from danger every time it tries to find him.

[littleplantfreak]

TODAYS CHAPTER

What did you think about it everyone!!???

sunfei-nii omg….bites him

they’re seeing the same moon 🥺

[lanjiangs]

Had an idea after reading @cerusee's post on ways wwx could find out about jiang cheng’s sacrifice, specifically their first idea about lwj and jc being trapped in a cursed cave that plays out emotionally charged memories!

Jin Ling conspires to bring his uncles together and get them to actually talk to each other - things do not go to plan.

For one, Wei Wuxian brings Lan Wangji along with him, which means he has even less reason to go near Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Cheng is going to spend the whole time glaring at Lan Wangji and not looking at Wei Wuxian!

And secondly, they get themselves separated halfway through a cave, with Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian on one side of a very solid looking wall, and Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji on the other. Which means that even if JC and WWX were starting to look slightly less tense around each other, it doesn’t matter now because if Jiang Cheng doesn’t murder Wei Wuxian’s beloved husband, Wei Wuxian’s beloved husband is going to murder him!

Whilst Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian are desperately scrambling to come up with a way through this magically appearing wall, Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji are standing on the opposite side taking very deep breaths and exploring their options with as few words as possible. 

It turns out the cave is enchanted and feeds off strong emotions, in order to reap the most distress it can, it taps into its victims brains and plays out some of their most emotional memories. 

For Lan Wangji, it plays out his memory of fighting off his own clan members in order to save A-Yuan, followed by his brutal punishment. 

Jiang Cheng has several emotions about seeing this, most of them different flavors of self hatred - the great Hanguang Jun proving yet again how worthy he is of Wei Wuxian’s love, how he knew all along that he was worth protecting. 

Shortly after that, it is Jiang Cheng’s turn, and he and Lan Wangji find themselves standing in a rainy market in Yilling, watching a much younger Jiang Cheng give himself up to the Wen in order to save an oblivious Wei Wuxian, to where he is dragged off by them to be tortured and have his core ripped out. 

As soon as it’s over Jiang Cheng is up in Lan Wangji’s face telling him in no uncertain terms that he will kill him if he ever breathes a word of it to Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji shoves him off and after a long while, Jiang Cheng pulls himself together and they go back to figuring out how to get out. 

Lan Wangji would think nothing of what he had seen, except a sadness at how pale and drawn Wei Ying had looked in the vision, but for the fact that he knew it would make a huge difference for Wei Ying.

In the midst of this, Lan Wangji says “Wei Ying would want to know”. Jiang Cheng stops what he’s doing but does not turn around “What do you care?”

“About you, I do not. But Wei Ying…”

“You heard him yourself, he said to leave it in the past. He- I don’t owe him anything anymore. Let him believe what he’s always believed”

After that they work in silence, eventually working their way to freedom, and back to Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian. 

After sealing up the cave to prevent anyone else falling into it’s trap, the two pairs go their separate ways with very short, tense goodbyes. 

Lan Wangji does not mention what he saw for a long time, but he thinks about it often. It is not until one night, when Wei Wuxian, a little drunk (but safe and warm in their home), mentions his once-brother running back to Lotus Pier to retrieve his parents bodies, that Lan Wangji feels guilty enough that he nudges Wei Ying to sit up from where he’s sprawled over his lap. 

“ Wei Ying..”

“Huh, Lan Zhan I was comf- what’s wrong?”

“Jiang Wanyin did not.”

“Didn’t what? What’s with that face, Lan Zhan, you’re making me nervous, ha.”

Lan Wangji takes a deep breath and takes Wei Ying’s hand to give himself a moment to think through his words, before looking back into his wide, worried eyes, “In the cave, it showed us his memories. Jiang Wanyin did not go back for his parents.” 

He takes a moment to swallow down his anger towards the man in question, “He got captured to distract them from you.”

Wei Ying stares at him for a moment before smiling sadly and shaking his head.

Lan Wangji interrupts him as he opens his mouth to speak, “He did it deliberately, Wei Ying. I saw it.”

It takes some time for it to sink in, and when it does Wei Ying is so distressed that Lan Wangji almost regrets telling him. But after some time of Lan Wangji holding him and reminding him that Wei Ying does not owe Jiang Wanyin anything, that he did not even want him to know, and a few aborted attempts to leave and sprint his way to Yunmeng, he calms down enough for Lan Wangji to get him into bed, with the plan to leave for Yunmeng in the morning. 

Lan Wangji says goodbye to Wei Ying in a town on the outskirts of Yunmeng, after flying him there, recognising that he needs to see his brother alone, but wanting to be close enough for his own peace of mind. 

Wei Wuxian walks up to the gates of Lotus Pier with no plan and an emotional mixture of anger, sadness, regret and love fuelling his steps. 

(Jin Ling’s plan did work…eventually!)

[thelemoncoffee]

i know i've already kinda done this because of plent bringing up Grian and pesky birds, but a staple of the fanfic scene i always saw when i was 13-16 was wing aus.

if you've had the the dishonor of never having seen one of these aus before, alow me to enlighten you.

Wing aus are kinda like this weird catch-all of a bunch of popular fic tropes but with pretty bird wings. soulmates? you have the exact same wings, weird font for racisim ? different bird species meant different things and some are seen as evil, superpowers? i think that one's self explanitory, ABO? ........yEah

regardless of what trope the wings were being used to replace, they all seemed to have to common thread of the wings being able to be hidden in some way and nobody ever flew- like ever. why? idfk these were writen by weird 13 year olds i don't think they knew either

anywho i was thinking about an au where everyone has pretty wings. no real purpose for them, they just have them and everyone is a different bird species, sometimes they might fly with them (probably makes Monokuma's job of keeping them contianed a bit more difficult, but that's what he gets for putting bird people in a giant cage)

i like the mental image of Shuichi being some sort of corvid and Kokichi some really obnoxiously bright tropical bird :)

[sloaneisalone]

A lil’ Jamilton Oneshot

Thomas:

There he was, standing in all his glory—Alexander Hamilton. Unlike most days his face was calm, peaceful almost. He just sat at his desk, typing away. I had always found it rather cute when his eyes would squint, and his brows would knit together, whenever he would stare at a screen too long, or pulled too many consecutive all nighters. Sure, it wasn’t necessarily healthy, but tired Alex was funny, and that had to count for something.

He looked up and we made a bit of horribly awkward eye contact. This resulted in me looking away as fast as I possibly could, praying no one could see the light blush creeping up my neck. Breathe, Thomas, breathe. And as always I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and tried to focus my attention back to my keyboard—because work was something I had to deal with(believe it or not), soon I became immersed in the tiny grammatical error an email I was told to respond to. What kind of person uses the wrong your? Did they not proof read the thing, before sending it?

I’m snapped out of my angry internal monologue when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up and there he stood. A scowl present on his face. I panic and threw out something dull and uncalculated, stuttering a bit,

“W-What do you want Hamilton? I’m busy.” I say gesturing at my computer and the stacks of paper surrounding it.

“What do I want?,” He lets out a rye laugh, “you’re the one who’s been eye-fucking me all morning. I thought you might be stoned or something” he leans forward jokingly to see if my eyes were bloodshot. I blink twice and stare blankly, an attempt to regain my composure and wait for him to get the fuck out of my face before responding,

“Oh please, like I would ever. I was simply admiring that lovely plant you gave on your desk. Don’t flatter yourself, darlin’” That was not what I meant to say, damnit. Who admires fucking plants? Also, of fucking everything I could say, ‘darling’ was the first I thought of. Kill me now.

“Because you have such an appreciation for plant life.” He scoffed, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh fuck off already,” I say dryly. I don’t have time to worry about this.

“Jesus, someone woke up on the wrong side of James.” That was just cold. Alexander and his friends seemed to find it so bloody funny that I used to have a crush on James Madison, I don’t even know how they found out; but it wasn’t funny. In fact, it practically ruined our friendship—correction, if it didn’t ruin our friendship in college it sure as hell did now—James and I have been unable to have a decent conversation in a year. We always find ourselves sitting in silence, unable to handel the never ending small talk.

“Fuck you.” I said. All I could think was, please go away, before I further destroy our already horrible relationship—because even though some of the things he says are hurtful, I know I’ve entertained similar things. I ruin everything.

“Name a time and place.”

“W-what?” I felt my face heat up. Did I miss hear that?

“What?” He shrugged and returned to his desk.

I made a mental note to try and check where my eyes were looking and what they were doing, and to get a plant. Plants are the best.

I made my way back to my work—an email in need of drafting, to a competing company our corporation was trying to build an alliance with. It wasn’t going well, to say the least. It also wasn’t helpful that Alexander had left the company for our current work place, but we still needed to make an effort. The corporation was in desperate need of funds. Some of our previous sponsors had withdrawn their money after our stock dropped drastically, due to my sexuality and private life being leaked to the public—honestly I was surprised I still had a job; but all of the details aren’t important. What’s important is the fact that I’m good at my job.

————

Before I knew it the office was almost entirely empty, leaving only Alexander and I. I peered at the clock it was 9:32. I could assume Washington had told Alexander to close up when he finished his work. Assuming he’d even retire for the night at all. Washington had always trusted Alexander more than he had ever trusted me. Not that I blamed him for that.

The pair had a confusing relationship I had to assume was completely platonic. If not—that shit was seriously fucked. I shook my head, to rid my mind of the horrific images.

“I’m heading out.” I said—the volume of my voice unnecessarily loud, given it was just the two of us; but I supposed I hadn’t thought about it much.

“Am I supposed to give a fuck?” Well that was … so sweet—sarcasm fully intended.

“Wow. So concise. I never thought I’d see the day when Alexander-fucking-Hamilton was blunt.” His face shifted.

“Why do you hate me?” I was slightly taken aback by his question.

“Honestly, the same could be asked of you.” He looked up at me as I set my bag down.

“But I don’t hate you, I mean sure, you can be a bit of a prick sometimes; but I assume that’s just cause’ you’re insecure or some shit—I don’t know. I took this psych class in college and-”

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He was shocked at first, but settled into it, snaking his hand up into my hair, and turing his head slightly to deepen the kiss. After a few perfect moments, I pulled away and looked him straight in the eyes, my hand still on his cheek and whispered in his ear,

“I could never hate you, darlin’,” and with that I picked up my laptop bag and walked away. Leaving Alexander a flushed, confused mess.

Well that was nice.

[whosguys]

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