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[crabsnpersimmons]

Y'all liked raincoat chibi!DCA, well it's been snowing a lot in my neighbourhood recently, which means it's time for...

Winter coat chibi!DCA

Expectation:

Reality:

[espectres]

Wonderland Verse. 

One small sound, one small bite, one tomial tooth.

One unsheathed knife must glint in an alternate timeline's light.

Premise:  Loosely based on Tim Burton's 2010 Alice in Wonderland, in this Wonderland AU Shou is the Prince of Hearts in the Red Kingdom of Underland. Having gained the title after his father, former Knave of Hearts, overthrew the White monarchs and drove them away, then took over the kingdom as the King of Hearts.  It isn't unheard of for Knaves or Jacks to raise to the highest position. A Prince of Hearts, however, does not exist in a deck of cards. And by disturbing the core structure of royalty in Underland, the king has unknowingly doomed his son to a curse by an infamous, ancient entity, the Cheshire Cat. 

Shou was 9 on The Horonevdoush Day, the day his father took over Underland. And it's on that same day that he's been cursed to become one with the Cheshire Cat and gained many an ability, mainly to shapeshift back on forth between his human body and that of the cat, and to become invisible on command with a lot of flexibility. A lot happens after that, but without anyone worthy of trust to confide in, and with what his father has become, Shou keeps his curse a secret to weaponize it against his father's cruel reign. 

Fast forward 6 years & Shou has become the kingdom's most bizarre heroic menace, disguising behind the Cheshire Cat's grin and its bright eyes to confuse everyone in the kingdom and especially his father. He helps and saves when needed, and spends his days living a double life as both prince and somewhat absurd force of karmic retribution in the form of a magical cat. 

With that out of the way, here have some random tidbits ~ 

The Cheshire Cat is essentially an entity of its own residing within Shou's conscience, and there are many aspects as to why this is a curse more than anything, but that's for further plotting.

Shou's mother was a White Pawn, she fled away with the White monarchy after Horonevdoush day. 

As a young prince Shou's role in the kingdom is very minimum, as far as the residents know he's simply some excessively sheltered boy who doesn't attend public hearings and rarely ever shows his face to the people, some consider him simply too arrogant and haughty in the head. Little do they know, he's conspiring a rebellion behind his father's back. 

Very few know of the cat, even within Shou's allies in the rebellion. 

Deep in the woods behind the red castle, Shou has a secluded garden of white roses. Safe where his father can't paint them red. He takes really good care of them, they remind him of his mother.  He wants to set them on fire one day, but he doesn't find it in himself yet. 

Shou knows of the legend of the vorpal sword and the White Kingdom's champion who's supposed to slay the Red King's Jabberwocky, but he refuses to sit around and wait for someone to save him and his people. He doesn't take it well whenever someone mentions it, to him it sounds as if they're saying he isn't enough. 

Deep down Shou speculates that his curse would break if the crown of Underland returned to its rightful owners, he doesn't know what to feel about the idea.  

art credits. 

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

(guy who wants to write so bad but has been too busy to properly do anything for his longer/more-plot-heavy fics voice) anyone want to mess around and give me a mini fic prompt

[yantao-enthusiast]

bring back youtuber AUs pls. i need to read a fic about someone anonymously posts on reddit looking for advice about their troubles with love or something and the person of their affections, who is on a channel like smosh pit or something, reads it and gives advice and they’re like “i totally get it” all vague and stuff while thinking about the person and said person is like freaking the fuck out. bonus points is the initial someone is also on the channel, and even more bonus points if the audience already ships them but as like a mostly inside joke but there are people who are hardcore about it. i eat it up.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Great, now I want to hear your takes on the other 'Cons as amnesiacs

Wish granted! :D

We'll just start at the top and go down the line:

- Megatron as an amnesiac is reverted back to before the decepticon movement was even conceived. Originally, the civilians and war frames all lived together when Megs was vv small, but very early into his life there was a call for segregation: all of the war frames were delegated to the southern half of the planet, and the civilians were delegated to the north. That was the beginning of the downward spiral of Cybertron.

The southern half was, for lack of a better term, like a third world country. It was rougher around the edges and not as privileged as the north, but it wasn't a bad place to live. It was full of culture, art, music, and the people there weren't wealthy but they had fuel and family and that was enough. Despite that, the northerners had a tendency to spit on them, disparage them, calling them savages and less-thans simply because they were "dogs of war". The majority of the energon mines were in the south, so they were exceptionally important. But things spiralled out of control with massive taxes and more and more oppressive laws. Millions of years passed and the south fell into complete disrepair, cut off from the government, wages at a record low, mecha starving or dying from injury or illness because there was no medical care. Eventually, with the extraction of the All Spark and the discovery that fully-functional adults could be factory made, there were restrictions placed on sparklings, and then they were banned all together. That was the final breaking point for the war frames--the council could call it whatever they wanted, but that's genocide! The civilians had no intentions of ever making more war frames, they were trying to drive them to extinction! It was a hellscape that could crush the spirit out of literally anyone

The amnesiac Megatron I'm imagining is reverted back to a time before the idea of rebellion was ever sparked in his mind. He's exceptionally quiet and introspective. He's used to living every day in an endless, droning cycle: wake up, work a 16 hour shift, drink whatever percentage of fuel he's earned that day, collapse into bed, and repeat. On earth, with all of his memories gone, he has no idea what to do with himself. All he's ever done, for countless years, is work. He has no hobbies, no friends, nothing to occupy his time with. And now, by god, he has all the time in the world.

There's no energon mines on this planet, there's no way for him to get home. He's honestly pretty lost and has no idea what to do with himself. After awhile he does start to come out of his shell, but it's slow going and he still doesn't say much. He's very socially awkward and doesn't know how to really talk to people, a very stark contrast to the hard-earned charisma of his present self. He's weirdly almost sweet, once he gets used to you, and treats everyone like an equal.

- Lugnut is next. He's still got a very loud, boisterous personality, but rather than a one-track Megatron mind, he's just a very noisy, excitable person in general. I hc that Lugnut was an empurata victim, with the one optic and the pincer-like claws? Fight me. He was also either mnemosurgeried or shadowplayed, but the process was interrupted halfway through. There was a decepticon raid on the facility he was being worked on at, and their saving him from having the process completed unfortunately scrambled his processor a bit. Having a delicate neurosurgery interrupted will do that. His screwy codes kinda imprinted on Megatron as his 'savior', aka why he's so obsessive and worships the ground he walks on.

He's never been to an organic planet before, never even been outside of his home city on Cybertron, so earth is a special treat. They don't have mechanimals where he's from, nor any crystal flora, so to be able to witness so many creatures is beyond incredible for him. He likes to imagine what these sorts of flora and fauna would look like back home, and if you think he doesn't pester Bulkhead into painting cybertronian versions of blue jays and squirrels, you're dead wrong

Despite their polar opposite personalities, he actually gets along well with Prowl. Go figure. It's the fellow nature-enthusiast. Granted, yeah, he gets too excited and 10 out of 10 times scares away the critters they're watching, but he's so genuinely enthusiastic It's hard to be mad

- Blitzwing is the one I toiled over the most, honestly. Cuz, before and even during the war, he was a single, unified person. He didn't become a triple changer until Blackarachnia put him under the knife, and that was millions of years after the cons had been exiled. So, this is a toughie

Icy, Hothead, and Random are all still there, first and foremost. Losing memories wouldn't cause them to just vanish. So now, Blitzwing has the added horror of his pre-experimentation self trying to shine through, but is being contrasted by three other people. All four of them are completely lost; they have no recollection of any war, autobots nor decepticons. Original Blitzwing has memories of his home on Cybertron, and it's like he suddenly just woke up to 3 other bots living in his head and taking over his body in sporadic bursts. Meanwhile Icy, Hothead, and Random have no memories of anything. It's like they've been factory reset to day 1

Needless to say, Blitzy is a mess. He feels like he's gone completely crazy, voices he doesn't know constantly ringing out in his head, taking control of his body and puppeting him. He's conscious in there even when the other faces take over, but he can't do anything but watch and listen and feel. He knows exactly what's going on at all times, but it's like he's stuck in the passenger seat. It's awful. Poor guy is plagued with insomnia and debilitating migraines, the type that make it feel like his helm is a nuclear reactor about to reach critical mass, and all he can do is lay completely still in total darkness as the worst pain he's ever felt stabs him in the processor over and over and over again.

He's honestly struggling a lot, mental health wise. Stranded on a planet he doesn't know with a bunch of strangers, having the worst identity crisis in the history of crises, 2 seconds away from a total psychotic breakdown. It's enough to give him... scary thoughts, honestly. Thoughts about drugging or hurting himself, just so he could finally have some peace and feel like a real person again. He needs a lot of help just functioning in his day to day, and should be watched closely. He's in Ratchet's medbay a lot (assuming he ends up like Starscream and is in autobot care), and the old doctor has seen a lot of fucked up shit in his day, but watching this poor kid absolutely decimated, sobbing brokenly and begging for sedation because he literally can't control his body and has been invaded and violated by 3 strangers, really makes his spark ache

[dpmultibitches]

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Never interacted before? Send me memes. I owe you replies? Idc I always want more plots, send me memes. You owe me things? Send me memes!!

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

Someone stop me...PLEASE?!?!?!

Not that I need another story after being on hiatus for a while, and having next to nothing to go on for my existing stories, but...I saw a moodboard for TG:M/Hunger Games AU a while back, when I was still in the hospital, and it hasn't let go of me since.

This is absolutely not me trying to copy whoever the original poster was! Not even close, and if someone comes out of the woodwork and claims the idea as their own, I will happily step down! But a story with a Jake/Casey Mitchell pairing (with Maverick as the Haymitch character) absolutely will not let me go, and if there are any takers out there interested in seeing what I could do with this, I would love to know!!!

[gemkun]

he's in his oshi no ko phase

[disdaidal]

The way I'm still not finished with writing the first two ideas I had in mind for this ship, I'm suddenly getting two more. 🙈🙊 Could somebody please arrange it so that I'd have all the time in the world to write it all? Because 24hrs a day is simply not enough.

[flovverworks]

happy 3.5 wizards..........

[spring-lxcked]

mild spoilers in tags but i'm just mad i don't write any actual security bre.ach muses now and i think i need to change that fuck

[awalkoflife-arc]

a carrison texting starter that @seesgood didn't ask for.

[ sms → babe ]: this college set-up is the dumbest fuckin decision we ever made. [ sms → babe ]: why are you four fuckin hours away? vamp speed your ass to me now. [ sms → babe ]: oh and i might've sketched you for class, so it's only fair that you send me nudes in return. 😘

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[musclesandspells]

❛ please don’t leave me. ❜ ( From delusional Jopson :D ) @tooxldtorememxer

Meme. I said I was going to reply twice

The woman paused, her hand resting on the doorframe. She hadn't realized that the patient had been awake when she had stepped in to do her rounds. It wasn't unusual for the ill to mistake a nurse for someone else and to call out to them as if they were friend or family. Normally, she would move on. The patient was unlikely to remember having called out. And if they did, it would likely be in the way that one remembered a dream.

But there was something profoundly sad about the way the man made that plea. She frowned to herself and puffed through her nose before she turned back around.

Silna lifted his hand in hers as she stood next to the bed, giving it a comforting squeeze. Her voice was soft, just above a whisper, "You're not alone."

She knew what it felt like to be alone. She was so far away from her home and her people. Loneliness was a pain that no medicine could ward off, something that could easily become an aching pit. Loneliness could make illness worse.

[tvrningout-archived]

@violetueur​ said: 🤲 you know my ass has to send this for Kaigaku. Gentle as can be and thumbs brushing fondly over the markings on his face. help       from: send 🤲 to cradle my character’s face in your muse’s hands!

     he hasn't eaten in... well, a while. longer than necessary. he hasn't been able to bring himself to tell nicolette about the hunger gnawing at his stomach, let her know he's running on empty because he knows her. kaigaku knows she'll offer her blood to him, and he doesn't want her to. he doesn't want to chance harming her should he lose control ( and how prone to that he's been, how easy it's been to lose himself ).

     but like most choices he's made, he was wrong to keep his hunger to himself. now he's frozen where he stands before their target's would-be victim, talons digging into his palms and teeth nearly biting his tongue in two. the taste of his own blood is nothing compared to the smell of the trembling man's. he's uttering something kaigaku doesn't catch, too focused on the gash across his leg that's left him immobilized and helpless. he can't think straight; it's like the blood is singing, beckoning him closer, and the only reason his self-restraint doesn't fall to pieces is that just as he takes a step forward, there's another body obstructing his way.

     she smells of blood, too, but it's fainter, nearly concealed by ash and sweat and something familiar. it doesn't fully register that it's nicolette standing in front of him at first. he just knows she's in the way, and he's so damn hungry. fangs reveal themselves in a crimson-tinted snarl, when---

     " hey, hey, kai! "

     that's... that's her nickname for him. he's never told her, but he likes it. teruko used to call him that, too.

     nicolette stands there with a hand outstretched as though to keep him where he is, brow furrowed and purple gaze worried. his snarl fades only to be replaced by a grimace. the blood isn't singing anymore -- it's screaming at him, wondering why he hasn't ripped through both of these humans already. it's what demons are meant to do, so why shouldn't he? monsters don't mind ending lives, even revel in it, so what makes him any different?

     calloused hands cradle his cheeks, and kaigaku nearly tears away ( she can’t be so close! he’ll hurt her! ). his own hands immediately grip her wrists, unaware of the scratches he gives her in his panic, but in the end, kaigaku can’t bring himself to pull away from nicolette. instead, he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on the thumbs gently brushing across his skin, how warm her palms are. it’s okay, nicolette says. this isn’t you. he’s just hungry, right? she gets a little cranky when she’s hungry, too. it’s okay.

     “ you won’t hurt him. ” she sounds so sure and confident that he opens his eyes to meet her gaze ( how can she still look at him like that, like he’s deserving of her care? even when he’s like this? ). “ you don’t want to. ”

     he doesn’t. he wants so badly to stop.

     it takes a few more moments, a few more reassurances, but the smell of blood grows more bearable. his hunger still rumbles in his stomach like an impatient beast, but he no longer feels he’ll succumb to its gnashing teeth. nicolette is right -- he doesn’t want to hurt that man. he doesn’t want to be the monster who takes what he wants at the expense of others. he’s been that monster, and he hates it.

      “ i should... i’ll wait outside. ” how awkward he feels as he pulls away ( and how cold, too ). how many more times will nicolette have to see kaigaku lose control? he turns to leave, teal eyes firmly focused on the ground, and quietly -- almost too quietly for her to hear -- he utters, “ i’m sorry. ”

[yukikorogashi]

"you’re not alone, not anymore ." ( Big Bro Flynn to lil sis ! )

Found Family Prompts

BUT, BRO... NEVER HAD SHE EVER FELT THAT WAY. Especially when you have always been there with her. In fact, Itsuki almost couldn't remember a time when he wasn't there. @storybounded had been the BIG BROTHER to not just her, but to all the other kids back at the orphanage since day one. At least, that's how she had always seen things, even to this very day. Even now, when it was just the two of them, ready to take on the BIG, BIG WORLD itself.

... And, she suppose THAT was kinda scary to think about, as none of this would have been possible without him. To dare imagine a day where... she would wake up and not see her bro's face or hear his voice.

To wake up to a brand new day... ALONE.

"A-Ah know bro..." Itsuki would manage up a grin then, as she nudged him lightly in the side. The playful gesture but a veil to the quiet PLEA she would direct back his way... as they both finally headed into these unfamiliarly crowded streets, hand-in-hand and side-by-side.

[musedriven]

“ whoa, whoa, take it easy! you got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse... ”