#angst incoming

[specialshinytrinkets]

"Something Fishy" (Dandy's World fancomic) 1/2 (part 2 in the reblog!)

[fir-fireweed]

Hey! I have a question, maybe even a dumb one!

It the start of Cantata we were introduced to what I'm calling "assimilated", irredicis that lose their voiced and link to the cordis. We have the choice to not use our voice and let our link to the cords deteriorate. Would it be possible to lose it and become like those city irredici? And if someone were to lose their voices, would they be able to regain it?

Hello! Not a dumb question at all!

Think of your song and your ability to affect the cordis as a muscle; if you don’t train your muscles, they’ll grow weak. So yes, if you don’t sing, you’ll eventually be like the city Iredicci and be unable to affect the cordis. But also yes… if you start training again you can regain it.

It’s actually the reason why I changed your cordis stat in this update to appear as a meter, to show where you’re falling in that range. It’d have to get really low before you’re at risk, though.

Spoiler below…

However, say you’re an Iredicci who, ahem, severely damaged their vocal cords from smoke and ash and no longer have the double pitch… you cannot regain that. You are permanently cut off from affecting the cordis.

[jude457]

whatever you do, don’t picture the guards placing the baby into inho’s arms—still slick with blood that isn’t his, blood that poured from junhee as the games took her too, not with a gunshot, but with silence and slow loss, as she bled out giving life in a place built for death.

don’t imagine the child wailing, lungs raw with life, while inho stands frozen—

this man who’s ordered deaths like clockwork, now paralysed by a heartbeat he didn’t ask to protect.

he looks down and doesn’t see a baby.

he sees a grave.

his brother’s eyes.

his wife’s ghost.

a mirror.

the weight of the child splits him open in silence—no blood, no sound, just the unbearable truth:

he is the end of everything he ever tried to save.

and yet, here it is.

alive.

and it’s looking at him like he’s supposed to be human.

[kkyos]

I wanted ro draw nerissa and micolash's mom 🥺 her name is Lena!

[michelleleewise]

Heeeyyyyy!!!!!! So I know I said I'd be back awhile ago but.....yeah.......

But it's for reals this time!!!! I have the first chapter of my new story "Fire and Ash" ready to go!!!! It's a sequel to my "Long Live the King" story, king jotun loki and asgardian reader!!!

I'm so excited to be back here to you guys and doing what I love after a year of personal hell! It should be up later tonight so keep an eye out!!!! I've missed you all and love you all so soon much!!! Thank you for being so patient with me!! See you all soon!! Xoxo

[sweet-little-tank-top-number]

Sam, Cam, and Daniel’s entire storyline in Continuum makes my heart ache, but this little shot right here just freakin executes me.

I’m a sam/jack shipper to the core and I’m of the firm belief that they’re married by the time of Continuum, they just keep things subtle when they’re at work. So, by that logic, Sam is a widow during this little scene. At this point, this split-timeline version of Sam has watched Jack be killed by Ba’al right in front of her. His last breath was telling her to save herself.

(hello, Divide and Conquer parallel)

They were at the execution of the last system lord, the Ori threat has been dealt with, the war was supposed to be over and they should have had at least a few peaceful days to look forward to before the next crisis. You can’t tell me she and Jack didn’t have a plan to take some time off and head up to the cabin.

Now she is stuck… here.

In this mockery of reality.

Everything she knows and loves is gone or never existed. She watched Jack die. Her friends (family, really) in SG-1 have been rendered non-existent or have been separated from her and sentenced to suffer the same waking nightmare. Every moment of pain and joy that has shaped her for more than a decade is simply washed away. It never happened. She can’t even seek solace in her work, since she has been barred from working in any scientific field.

Cut off from those she loves and the work that brings meaning and joy into her life, does her soul wither?

I wonder if she thinks about the little cabin by the lake in Minnesota where they were married and almost considers driving there only to remember that it belongs to the Jack of this nightmare timeline. This Jack who doesn’t know or love her. This Jack who’s Charlie is still alive… and goddamn it, Sam can’t begrudge Jack the life of his son. At least this Jack has Charlie.

Maybe she can weather the suffering of this life if it means this Jack never had to know that pain.

But then, does she go to the grocery store and buy Fruit Loops because they’re Jack’s favorite cereal? Does she get them out of habit? Or just to feel a little closer to him?

I wonder if she wakes in the night and reaches into the dark to run her hand over the empty space beside her only to remember that her Jack is dead.

I wonder if there’s a guilty relief when the other shoe drops and the attack on earth begins. At last, an end to the nightmare, one way or another.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Greys Anatomy AU-- Lillian at Seattle Grace Pt 2

As Lillian's guest stint at Seattle Grace continues, Lena does her best to avoid her mother in both the halls and the operating room, and limiting their inevitable exchanges to relaying patient information.

To her surprise, though the other interns continue to bully her, the residents actually rally behind Lena. Meredith, of course, understands the pain of an inattentive mother, and once she gets behind Lena, the others do as well. They remain courteous to Lillian, perfectly professional, but never engage beyond that.

Lena keeps increasingly to herself, rarely seeking comfort from Lexie and the residents, and never doing so at work. Still, Lexie keeps an eye on her, especially when Lillian corners Lena at the nurses station, while Lena and Lexie are updating their patients' charts.

Lena makes no move to greet her mother, not even lifting her gaze as the taller woman starts making notes in her own charts. The nurses all stare surreptitiously, but Lexie thinks she might be the only one to see the stiffness of Lena's posture.

"You'll be glad to know your brother is doing well," Lillian delivers succinctly as she scribbles notes with an elegant hand. "He's even taken over your father's role in the company. Not that you've bothered to ask."

Lena closes her chart with a snap sharp enough to make Lexie and the nurses jump. Without looking at her mother, she grinds out a terse "I have rounds" through a clenched jaw before turning on her heel and stalking away.

As the days pass, and Lena's tension and anxiety around her mother starts to build, she starts sharing more with Lexie. About her family. How her father had been a raging alcholic, and how her mother had always been brilliant, had always put her career first, and her son second. How Lena had always seemed to fall off her list of priorities.

Lena never truly blamed her, she tells Lexie one night. When her older brother was diagnosed with cancer, it made sense that Lillian's attention would be focused on Lex. She practically lived with Lex at the hospital, leaving Lena to be raised by nannies and other staff. Even when he was home, Lex's condition seemed to consume everything.

There isn't a single happy memory Lena has that isn't punctuated by Lex and his health. Piano recital? Lex's first seizure. Honor roll ceremony? Lex collapsed halfway through congratulating her, resulting in an ambulance ride to the hospital while the driver took Lena home alone.

Even when his cancer went into remission, something else always seemed to pop up in it's place. Lena can't remember a single time Lex has been healthy and pain-free. But even as she says it, a darkness creeps into Lena's voice, the tone of a secret.

"What is it?" Lexie asks.

"On my fifteenth birthday, we had dinner together, as a family. By that point, it was rare for us all to be in the same room, and I was so, so happy. No one was angry, or worried. Everything seemed like it would be all right for once."

Lexie takes Lena's hand, giving it a squeeze. "But..."

"But," Lena confirms, "right as I was about to open my first present, Lex had another seizure. It-- it was a bad one. He fell out of his chair, and hit his head on the way down."

"Oh, Lena...."

"That's not-- that was normal, by then," Lena explains with a shake of her head. "We all knew what to do. When it was over, I was holding Lex's hand while our mother called the hospital, and he..."

Lena trails off, her gaze unfocused, lost in memory. Lexie waits, letting Lena set the pace.

"He smirked at me."

Lexie blinks. "What?"

"He smirked at me," Lena repeats, so quietly it's almost a whisper. "He was usually groggy after a seizure, but before Mother returned, he looked me dead in the eye, and smirked like he had won something."

Lexie watches Lena carefully. Only one thing comes to her mind at this revelation, but she hesitates to voice it out loud. Munchausen.

"I know what you're thinking," Lena says quietly. "And the answer is, I don't know. All I know is that on that day, in that moment, Lex faked that seizure."

"Did you... talk to your mother about it?"

At that, Lena frowns, her gaze darkening. When she nods, the movement doesn't quite hide the quiver of her chin.

"She, uh..." Lena looks down into her coffee cup. "She smacked me, accused me of being selfish, and cruel for even thinking such a thing, and then just... went back to Lex's hospital room."

Lexie leans into Lena's side, offering comfort without interrupting.

"I didn't see her again until my dad's funeral three weeks later. I don't remember much about that day, but... I don't think she looked at me even once."

"So when she missed your white coat ceremony..."

"I didn't need to ask what happened," Lena confirms. "Real or faked, Lex had some sort of episode, and she stayed with him. Just like she always did."

When Lena takes a deep breath, Lexie can hear the heartache and exhaustion.

"I don't know why she's here," Lena whispers. "All I know is that if she stays... I can't."

[theblack-dog]

Trying my hand at some Purly (threat) (warning)

[green-blue-switcharoo]

evil cackling -Chilli

[frostedclock]

War Horn in the Distance

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For just a moment the whole mountain was still as a loud call to battle sounded from the Heavens themselves.

[arecaceae175]

oh oh, I have a word for the one-word thing!

fight!

pls be angsty I live for angst

(Set during Sunset 6. Warnings: discussion of major character injury, ambiguous ending BUT TWI SURVIVES IT'S FINE)

Hyrule felt Time's hand settle on his shoulder, a weight as heavy as his heart. Twilight's eyes slid shut, and he heard Four's harsh breaths behind him. Hyrule balled his hands into fists to keep them from shaking.

Hyrule's heart ached, seeing his brother in this state. Twilight didn't deserve this.

"NO! I'm going to keep trying! For as long as it takes! I don't know the meaning of giving up and you can't either!" Hyrule said.

Twilight's eyelids shifted, opening to barely a crack before sliding shut. Twilight exhaled harshly, then coughed twice. His head fell to the side, and his eyes stayed shut. Hyrule's heart jolted, but Twilight's chest rose and fell.

Hyrule glanced behind him. Four looked to be on the verge of tears, and Time had his eye shut and his head turned away.

No. Hyrule shook his head. This wasn't right!

"What's the matter with you?" Hyrule hissed to Time and Four. "You're acting like he's already gone!"

Four sniffled and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Time looked up, but he looked resigned.

"Hyrule," Time said. He glanced at Twilight, then stepped closer and lowered his voice. He put his hand on Hyrule's shoulder and squeezed in a way that was probably meant to be reassuring. To Hyrule, it felt the same as a blow.

"It might be best to prepare for the-"

"No!" Hyrule ripped his shoulder away from Time. He stomped to Twilight's bedside and forcibly turned his back to the others.

"Twilight, I know you can fight this. Please. I'm going to do everything I can, but you have to fight!" Hyrule said.

Twilight didn't react. His breathing was still elevated, but it was too even for him to be awake. Hyrule didn't care. He readied his stance, closed his eyes, and funneled his magic into his hands.

He would stand here as long as it took.

[bellaxgiornata]

I should have the next installment for ATY finished by tomorrow! If AO3 is still down I may just post to tumblr anyway and update on AO3 whenever I can because y'all know I can't hold on to these fics when I get them finished. I am TOO EXCITED. Especially when it comes to this angsty series!!

[dual-desires]

In That Sharp Place – Chapter 3

🔮VegasPete Incubus AU🔮

Chapter summary:

Pete comes to terms with an uncomfortable reality.

[readychilledwine]

Rhysand Week pattern:

Day 1- Cutesy, mindful, short and sweet, not doing too much, very demure.

Day 2 - also very cutesy, very demure

Day 3 - Not mindful. Not cutesy. Tissues. Last edit has me needing tissues.

[heavyhitterheaux]

I miss Jack and FL soooo I'm gonna do something about that 😌

[goopgooping]

Jrwi brain and Hannibal brain mixing is a recipe for a very bad soup

Making me want to write more angst into my D&D stuff and manipulate my players some more… I hope they can handle it!