#( plot. )

[flthys]

plot idea i've been thinking about ... it's gross so 👀

plot where a brother and sister were involved in some incestious shit and the sister oops ends up pregnant. when their parents find out, they send the sister away and forbid them from seeing each other. some time later the brother, who is more of the perpetrator / obsessed one goes looking for his sister and child, only for his sister to be all reformed and tells him to leave or she'll call the cops. he's obv not happy with it so he continues stalking her and woah ... they had a daughter and she looks just like his sister when she was younger !! cut to him being obsessed with her now . either confronting her and telling her who he is and coaxing her into a relationship with him OR approaching her like a stranger and starting a "real" relationship with her !

[wcldside]

can i get the cliche within a cliche where the good girl falls for the bad boy but in reverse? so it's the good boy who ends up falling for the bad girl??

[desirespeaks]

'he touched me in ways i'd never experienced before' receiver meets 'i touched them in ways i couldn't with anyone else' giver.

[thefouraboveall]

" The manse is flawed." Kharneth had began, shortly after his brothers arrived to the chamber that would serve as a conventional when the great edifice was done. Nurgle looked concerned, willing to hear out his sibling's criticisms of their joint venture. Slaanesh seemed offended that anything he deigned to help with could be any such thing.

" Whatever do you mean?" Nurgle asked, before Slaanesh could begin a row. Khorne pointed a thick, taloned finger as where the beguiled servants of Slaanesh toiled away. He pointed at the foundations of the building.

" It is unmoving." The Blood God answered. " A sitting target. We should not be so affixed to this realm of mortals. We must move, we must wander."

The Fly Lord and Prince looked at one another in consideration, their sharp looks dulling. It was the Lord of Excess who spoke at last, a brow quirked.

"What would you have us do? The manse is too large for my serfs to carry."

"My vines could drag it along." Nurgle offered, but Khorne only grunted.

" Too slow." Was his simple criticism. He rubbed the horns on his chin one. Twice. Then, looked up at his siblings, eyes glowing with a rare gleam of inspiration. His answer was simple, brutal, effective: just like the Blood God himself.

" We find a great creature. And we lash the fortress to it's back with chains, with vines."

The other powers looked intrigued. Slaanesh in particular took the idea, his small grin growing wide and sharp. " We build the fortress into the very spine of the beast, into it's flesh. It's nerves will be our reins, to yank as we see fit." The Prince tittered to himself, delighted at his own cruelty.

" But where to find such a beast?" Nurgle questioned. At this, Khorne grunted once again.

" I do not know."

"Oh, but won't the hunt itself be fun? Won't the chase, won't breaking it to our designs be grand?"

Even Khorne gave an appreciate rumble at that; at the prospect of a great bestial hunt.

" It will be glorious indeed, Princeling. Glorious indeed."

[greatcstarcherarchh]

me: not a t swizzle fan

also me & kate: needing a ship that feels like enchanted

plEASe dOnT Be In LOvE WIth sOmEONe eLSE

[anomiahq]

foi extremamente rápido. todos seguiam seus dias normalmente, inconscientes de que o fim já havia começado. tudo inicia em um incidente inocente num laboratório francês. um segmento específico de cientistas trabalhava havia alguns meses com a manipulação de um vírus na tentativa de gerar algo experimental, novo, que fosse auxiliar no tratamento de cânceres cerebrais. era esperado que esse patógeno sintetizado fosse atacar células cancerígenas sem a destruição de tecidos adjacentes, e os resultados iniciais haviam sido promissores… ou pelo menos até a pequena explosão que fez com que o material manipulado entrasse em contato com os cientistas. toda a equipe foi a óbito nos dois dias seguintes. alguns primeiro, outros mais tardiamente, mas todos eles voltaram. o resultado é bem conhecido pela população mundial.

foram necessários apenas dez dias para ser declarada uma pandemia. não muito depois de deixar a frança, o vírus wildfire se alastrou por todo continente, progressivamente derrubando países. as forças militares de alguns países conseguiram montar pequenas resistências, mas estas não duraram muito: maioria foi derrubada pelo povo ou pela doença dois meses depois. a anomia já estava perfeitamente instaurada, e pessoas representavam um perigo tão grande quanto os próprios infectados.

numa tentativa de proteger os mais fracos e estabelecer alguma espécie de resistência, nasceu o armagedom. negan tinha um propósito puro, em seu início (provavelmente), a tentativa de fazer com que os mortos fossem a única preocupação existente. as perdas e conflitos com outros grupos fez com que progressivamente aqueles que pertenciam ao grupo mudarem. algo sobre serem os detentores da arma, serem numericamente maiores e já terem perdido gente demais. uma nuance um tanto quanto agressiva, territorialista. todos aqueles que não eram ou não queriam fazer parte do grupo eram, automaticamente, seus inimigos. e àqueles, restava apenas duas opções: se submeter e servir ou morrer. era simples. 

em contraponto, constantinopla era uma pequena cidade “sustentável”, criada para ser um refúgio para aqueles muito afortunados antes do apocalipse. distante o suficiente do centro urbano, e ainda despovoada, ou pelo menos era antes de meredith fincar seus planos no bairro. esposa de um arquiteto, um pequeno grupo de pessoas foi responsável por erguer e iniciar o primeiro projeto de cidade, murando tudo o que ficou conhecido como constantinopla. os meses que seguiram a sua criação marcaram prosperidade para aqueles que ali moravam, que por vezes, se davam até o luxo de esquecer da existência do apocalipse. 

nos cinco anos que se sucederam, ambos os grupos se fortificaram, expandiram e eventualmente acabaram descobrindo a existência um do outro. não agradou nada para negan descobrir dois moradores de constantinopla em seu território. ouvir que estavam em algum tipo de missão? cidade? ele estava genuinamente feliz de descobrir uma nova cidade, pois estava sim sentindo que faltava uma faixa de prefeito sobre seus ombros. constantinopla, entretanto, não estava pronta para ceder.

eles não representavam nenhuma chance, entretanto. estavam despreparados. morreram todos aqueles que negan achou essencial matar para mandar sua mensagem: havia um novo líder ali. nem mesmo meredith e seu marido, fundadores da cidade, foram deixados vivos. mas, pessoas eram recurso, então todos aqueles que sobreviveram se submeteram ao que se arrependiam de não ter feito antes. agora, religiosamente toda semana, produziriam e entregariam tudo que negan mandasse. 

em dezembro daquele ano a população de constantinopla, junto de alguns descontentes do grupo armagedom e outras comunidades submissas, se revoltaram. o conflito terminou em perdas massivas de ambos os grupos, e acredita-se que em uma tentativa de salvar seu próprio pescoço, negan desapareceu. esse momento foi aproveitado pela cidade para tomar o controle da fábrica do grupo rival, o que a oficializou como a vencedora do conflito. 

como fruto da união, foi assinado um tratado pelas comunidades que cercavam aquele pedaço do país: armagedom, constantinopla, a islandshire e ashborne. um ano após este contrato, acreditava-se que haviam atingido alguma espécie de paz. não poderiam estar mais errados, sim? no primeiro dia do ano, os moradores de constantinopla encontraram seu mais novo líder morto, assassinado em circunstâncias ainda não esclarecidas. seria aquilo um indicativo para o início de uma nova guerra? a necessidade do fechamento dos portões? ninguém realmente sabe.

[fllthya]

kind of want something w a naive bright eyed up who's willing to do anything to make their dream come true & coming popstar and a sleazy music producer who's willing to do that for them, with a price

[thoselips]

hm   ,   kinda   want   a   t/lou   x   f/allout   kinda   plot   . . .   apocalyptic   vibes   . . .    maybe   even   y/ellowjackets   . . .   i'm   a   wh*re   for   it   all

[fairymint]

Sinking into his couch, he made it. A house of his own. A home. It took a little time, since it had to be built, but custom was....nice. Somewhat built 'into' a very large tree, but not supported by it, Branches and hollows twisting around the outside. A mutually beneficial structure, in all honesty, with the tree and beams able to lean into each other during heavy weather.

Deep into White Forest. It seemed like a happy medium between all of the unovan locations he'd want to be. It's a little secluded, but he'd promise his future kids access to the cities, whenever they wanted within reason. Not as secluded as Nuvema's distance, subway disregarded. And, reminiscent of Viridian's wild space, off into the mountains where Mintale was nested. Enough space to keep pokemon as well, if he wished! Daycare style, only for raising and protecting the property, nothing official...which was fine by him.

It was a place very hard to locate on one's own alone, without knowing the forest floor, what with the twisted trees around it.

Now to just rest for a while. He'd show close friends where it was, by his own discretion. It's the coziest 'tree' house, with modern amenities.

[nondelphic]

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

[flthys]

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[beaft]

it is legit bizarre to me how hard video game creators and film directors and showrunners try to pretend that fat people don't exist. can you think of the last time you saw a fat person in a lead role? god forbid a fat woman? i can walk down the street or go into a shop or restaurant and see fat people everywhere but then i switch on the tv and suddenly it's like a glimpse into an alternate universe where no one has a bmi over 24. insidious and weird

[thefouraboveall]

" I've searched high and I've searched low, but this world does not have what we seek, my brothers." Nurgle spoke with faux exasperation as he hauled his bulk Convening Chamber (creatively christened by the Blood God Khorne). He glanced between his siblings, the red disappointed and angry and the pale silent and bored.

" No beasts roam here. Only weak mortal-things for the Prince to amuse himself with." Khorne snarled, lashing out and killing one of those very same mortals without so much as looking. The death did little to stir the others, who were prostrated around Slaanesh. The Dark Prince hardly reacted to the murder. If anything, he seemed to sympathize.

" I too grow tired of this world, both its monsters and it's mortal. Let us continue our hunt elsewhere. Somewhere more lively, perhaps." Offered the serpent. Khorne gave a curt nod, arms crossed. Both looked at Nurgle, who summoned all of his will power and his strength when he sure they were each on the same page. The vines helping to hold the bastion-manse together became animate, squirming about like the arms of a cephalopod and hauling the massive unnatural structure to and from. They ripped themselves from the ground and slowly, the edifice began to move.

Slaanesh stood. He turned to his adoring flock, commanding his least adored to kneel before Kharneth with their heads bent and their necks exposed. With a flippant gesture, the Prince sauntered off to the round room's margins, leaving the rest of the grim work to Kharneth, who also rose and surveyed the offerings.

Opening the warp was no easy task and their was a power that required life -- and death. And there was death, brought at the end of Khorne's claws and he scythed heads from necks and loosed souls from their mortal shells. The blood would strengthen him, the fear and twisted excitement at the prospect of death would empower Slaanesh, and together they would rip a hole in the very face of reality to haul their castle through. All they need was a tear-- they could force it wider, if need be.

By the time the last head had been taken, the bastion-manse had breached, tearing it's way in inexorably into the not-place that was the Warp. Reality and it's restrictions gave way and the gods were soon bathed in the sea of souls, nourished by it's primal chaos. Those servants of chaos who had been spared rejoiced to be taken to the Kingdoms of their master (and having avoided Khorne's talons...), and the Bastion-Manse, with it's vine and entrail tendrils, swam through the soul-sea like a great abyssal creature. But it was not the only creature and the Hunter Kharneth was the first to notice.

" SILENCE!" he roared over the jubilations, his thunderous voice drowning out all others and bullying them into quiet. Nurgle winced and so did the the tendrils for a moment. Slaanesh bristled, glaring daggers at Khorne and making to offer him some surely sharp sentiments, but then he felt it too and hesitated. In the dark place in his mind, that was born sense-sensitive and keen as only the weakest of the four could be, the Prince froze and looked about.

" What? What is it, Kharneth?" Nurgle urged his oldest sibling. Having dedicated his senses to piloting the Bastion-Manse, he was blind to minutia of the inner happenings.

"Something--" Slaanesh didn't get to finish the thought. The Manse had been rocked, juddered to the side like a broadsided ship. Something had slammed into them and sent all aboard scattering. Some of the servants went flying and the great creature quickly hoovered them into it's great maw before fleeing. The Prince hissed upon seeing this and Khorne growled as being so brazenly attacked. The creature swam in dolphin-like arcs, away and away, but then it turned and it charged.

Coming headlong, brazen and violent, Khorne recognized it for what it was immediately. A god-beast. A primal predator of the Warp and no doubt it had seen the and scented them, drawn in by the prospect of a meal. A monster fit for the Powers themself to track and hunt and slay, for glory and other reasons.

But the four were not as they were before. They were not even four gods.

" Retreat! Nurgleth, get us clear of that-- that thing!" Slaanesh cried to the Plague Lord, who was working frantically to move out it's path. Not quickly enough, Kharneth quickly deduced. He charged, leapt from the towers of the cobbled-together tower, and summoned forth the fiery rage in his chest into a wide-ranging swathe of flame. The God-Beast shrieked and changed course, glancing the castle with it's bulk. Khorne felt the tendrils of the Bastion-Manse wrap about him, tethering him.

"Nurgleth!" Slaanesh urged once more, indignant. The Plaguelord snarled back, " I am going as quickly as I can! Your caterwauling is not helping, Slaanesh!"

Khorne ignored the pair of them the best he could. Escape was not an option, not really. Getting out of the warp was as tricky as getting in and they weren't outrunning this thing, which was shaking off it's burns and surprise and roaring it's outrage.

" Nurgleth." Khorne's voice cut through the chaos. The Plaguelord's webbed ears perked and when the Blood God was sure he'd been heard he continue. " When next the beast draws close--

"-- grab it and hold it."

[greatcstarcherarchh]

i   don't   have   a   plot   in   mind,   but   would   love   to   have   more   things   with   everyone.   so   pleas   like   this   post   to   plot   things   and   i   will   reach   out   to   you!