#does the angst read on this one

[caprart1]

Don't you hate it when your artist doesn't want to draw your other eye so they smash your face

[leapdayowo]

Isa is the one with a nightmare, as a treat :)

Ya know, obviously Siffrin (whose name auto correct keeps changing to suffering, which is pretty fitting lol) went through hell and back with the loops. All the angsty art and fics around that I totally get and love to see, however I like to imagine the toll their whole journey took on everyone…

It’s brought up in the game how the King’s power over Vuagarde had a huge impact on Bonnie with their sister + with Mirabelle having the weight of saving a country on her shoulders, but I can’t recall if anything was brought up with Isa and Odile? (Oh nooOOoOo, how awful I can’t remember! Guess I’ll just have to rewatch a let’s play of the game again! What a shame… /j) So yeah :3 Nightmares for everyone! Though Sif definitely has gotten quite a lot more baggage from their journey (which I do intend to make art of eventually..)

[buddietommys]

"Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

"Are we even soulmates in this one?"

[1-800reki]

i don't want to scroll so this is gonna be my new Cherry Crush rant reblogs :p

IM GONNA GO INSANE I NEED MY SILLIES BACK

like yes i know, the writer has to write and draw everything, but there is like nothing about my sillies that I can look at.

if i go on here, it's either icon cute little dividers or naked girls.

like.. i wanna make like small hcs about them, but im afraid of mischaracterizing them

like mischaracterization is crazy and i hate doing it but sometimes I do it without realizing and it makes me want to cry.

someone feed my cherry crush obsession. headcanons, small one shots, anything to get my sillies back.

I KEEP MEETING NEW PEOPLE WHO LIKE CHERRY CRUSH BUT IM SCARED BECAUSE I REMEMBER BASICLALY NOTHING DESPITE REREADING THE WEBTOON 💔💔

anyways!

i lovethem there are so many images that are so cutie but I can't fit them in one post. see this be reblogged in like three days later or a week. no in between.

[king-spite]

i know the red queen tv show is now less likely to happen than katy perry going to space BUT if it DOES happen i think they should pull a rhaenicent and make elara and coriane have a failed tragic homoerotic friendship before becoming "rivals". nevermind what actually happens in the books. i think that would save me actually

[gen4grl]

dad red! 🍎🍊

[barb-l]

Just finished reading the Chaggie fic "Igual". I laughed, I cried. It was real damn guuuud

[d8tl55c]

me: waiting for shoe(s) to drop

Personified Alan Becker YouTube Icon: oh... buddy...

[crystallizsch]

“Hey, Yuu. Whatcha looking at?”

Grim asked as he sat at the foot of their bed.

A bunch of polaroid photos were strewn across the mattress.

They were probably taken using the ghost camera.

Yuu had been going around and taking photos with everyone this past week.

It wasn't weird at first because they do this anyway.

But for some reason, this time they were really adamant about it.

Now it looks like they've put them all together in one place, organizing them by dorm.

Heartslabyul

"So. I've got Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey..."

Savanaclaw

"—Leona, Jack, Ruggie..."

Octavinelle

"—Azul, Jade, Floyd..."

Scarabia

"—Kalim, Jamil..."

Pomefiore

"—Vil, Epel, Rook..."

Ignihyde

"—Idia, Ortho..."

Diasomnia

"—Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Sebek..."

Ramshackle

"And finally..."

"—The one that we took earlier! Me and my hench-human. Myahaha!”

Yes. Grim's hench-human.

Everyone’s here.

Yuu picked up the photo of them and Grim.

They had a sad smile on their face as they looked at it.

"Why're you suddenly taking photos with everyone anyway?"

"Oh... no reason. I just wanted to. Just in case."

(close-ups: heartslabyul • savanaclaw • octavinelle • scarabia • pomefiore • ignihyde • diasomnia • grim)

[bluelolblue]

➶ Arrow and Pelt ➶

Relationship: Cyrus x Marcus

Enemies to lovers type situations with these two. They're still in enemies mode here but very slowly getting there. Angst, hurt/comfort, lots of whump moments, Cyrus being stubborn and refusing help. Line divider

This was WIP since winter, and I finally finished it. Again, I'm feeling very low and not well, but I really tried my best to show some angst and enemies to lovers with my favorite werewolf x vampire couple.

Please enjoy!

There was shouting coming from outside, and when Marcus looked through the window, he could see torches from a crowd of people.

He went to see what was going on, keeping his distance from the crowd and then he heard someone yelling “the white werewolf.”

There was a snarl from the beast, running away in the thick snow. Marcus wondered why and how did these people even have the energy to hunt the best during this extremely cold night and the snow started falling faster.

However, he winced. Not from the cold, but from a yelp, a loud whine from the creature.

“I shot him!” Someone yelled, and Marcus looked over. It was one of the hunters with a bow, but he recognized that type of a hunter, they would often use poisoned arrows.

The werewolf didn't seem to fight back, it was running away with growls and whines from pain. The crowd tried to keep up with the beast, following the trails of blood, but they lost it. The snow got too intense and the werewolf was too fast despite being wounded.

“Keep looking!” Someone ordered. Some people scattered around while others gave up. Marcus paused, trusting his vampire instincts to help him find the beast.

I can sense it, it’s nearby. Marcus thought as he looked over at the blood trail. The trail is here… the blood smells familiar. He looked behind just in case someone wanted to follow him. The hunters seemed to go in a different direction, so that was good.

Marcus felt uneasy or more… like he could sympathize with the werewolf. Something's wrong… this is someone I know. His thoughts got interrupted by strong wind that kept blowing the snow in his face, it felt like sharp cold needles puncturing through his skin.

Dammit, where are you? He really wanted to find the werewolf, but nature obviously wasn't letting him. Just when he was about to give up, he heard another deep whine. It was coming from the direction of the city.

The vampire sighed and hurried through the snow. He cursed under his breath when he stepped back inside the city, the snow wasn't that intense here. Just his luck.

The town people seemed to return back home, a few hunters were just patrolling around. They were Cyrus’ men, but there was no sign of the general.

Marcus brushed the snow off his coat as he walked towards his house. His senses were heightened, he could hear some people whispering about this white werewolf, the footsteps of the guards walking around, it was kinda overwhelming. Yet, there was a dog like whimper and something like claws scratching the wooden door coming from the direction of…

Cyrus’ house? Marcus thought, looking at his house. Now when he was thinking, he doesn't recall seeing Cyrus whenever there was a sign of the white werewolf, the day after sighting, the general would look more exhausted with some scratches on his face or arms.

And the most obvious part was Cyrus’ white hair. Just like the werewolf's white fur.

The realization of the possibility that the general was that beast… it made Marcus' heart sank and his stomach suddenly felt like it was a knot. To think his own people were hunting him.

“Oh, Cyrus…” Marcus sighed deeply as he hurried towards the general's house.

He stopped in front of the wooden door, making sure no one followed him but before he knocked on the door, he smelled the scent of blood. There was no mistake, it was Cyrus’ blood.

“Cyrus? It's me…” He kept his voice quiet as he carefully listened for any sign of the general. There was a sound of something crashing, like a wooden chair fell over or something and Marcus got worried. “I’m coming in whether you like it or not!”

He forced the door open, but didn't break it. He knew it wouldn't be the best idea to leave a gaping wooden door open when there was a potential werewolf inside.

The room was somewhat dark and there were trails of blood in the floor and in the corner of the room, the vampire spotted a familiar figure.

“Get out,” Cyrus growled, his voice rough and breathy but he didn't move closer.

“Cyrus… it's me, Marcus.” The vampire kept his voice gentle as he slowly approached him as if he was a wounded animal but also had to dodge a knife flying at him. The knife got impaled into the door frame. “Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you–”

The general stepped closer so fast that he almost got too close to stab him with another knife and now Marcus finally had a clear view on him.

“Breathe a word to anyone and I swear, vampire, I'll tear your heart out with my own hands.” His voice was hoarse but very strict and he looked rough… only in pants, his bare chest covered with fresh, bleeding scratches and one hand was shakily holding a knife while the other supported an arrow stuck in his shoulder blade. He was a mess, a feral mess.

Marcus raised his hands in surrender and took a step back to give him space. “You can trust me, Cyrus, I'm not against you. I promise.” He watched as the general sighed in relief or at least he made it look like he relaxed for a second but he still had the knife pointed at him.

“I don't want you here… or anyone,” Cyrus groaned as he slightly moved his injured arm. “Just… get away from me!”

“Hey, with moving around you're making it worse! Let me help–” Marcus tried but that seemed to agitate the general more.

“I don't need your help! I can do it myself.” Cyrus finally let go of the knife but now he had another goal. He gripped onto the arrow impaled in his shoulder, taking a deep shuddering breath in and out.

“No, no, no! Don't–” The vampire tried to stop him, to do anything just to not let him do this but it was too late.

Cyrus ripped the arrow out with a loud yelp and blood splattered onto the floor, dripping down his back. He was shaking, panting heavily, and his legs seemed to give up when he sat down on his bed.

“You idiot! You made it worse!” Marcus scolded him, immediately searching for a cloth or anything to stop the bleeding.

“Shut… up,” the general gritted through his teeth, feeling how the blood was dripping down his back, staining his hand as well.

Marcus sighed deeply, knowing Cyrus was going to be difficult about this but he knew he needed help. And he wasn't going to step away, not after seeing the general like this.

“You have a gaping wound on your shoulder that is bleeding all over you. No, I don't think I'll shut up.” The vampire already found some healing herbs that were kept in a very specific little box alongside some bandages. “Now, stay quiet and let me help you.”

Cyrus groaned and looked away, his other hand gripped the sheets harder. “It's not the first time this has happened… I can handle it myself,” he muttered.

“Yeah, I can see that. You keep these things hidden in your counter. I assume it's for moments like these.” Marcus opened the box, scenting the lavender and blue mountain flower, they were crushed into little pieces mixed with some other herbal oil.

“Fuck! Just leave me alone already! Why do you care?! You're a vampire, doesn't the smell of blood make you hungry for it?” Cyrus suddenly snapped, glaring at the vampire who stepped back as a response to his outburst.

“No, I'm not exactly a monster you may think I am. The smell of blood doesn't make me lose my mind.” Marcus frowned a little, stepping closer and forcing Cyrus to look at him. “Not all vampires are ruthless monsters. I'm standing right here, offering my help, or you don't want help from a vampire.”

The other man huffed, closing his eyes for a moment. He struggled with focusing on his breathing or anything else when the wound on his shoulder felt like it was pulsing, burning from deep inside all the way to the surface of the injury.

“Just make it quick,” he murmured, shifting on the bed, letting out a ragged breath.

Marcus observed him as he got closer, carefully guiding him to move his hand away to check out the wound. The moment Cyrus removed his hand, the blood flowed faster down his back and the general cursed under his breath. Well, that definitely looked painful, part of the skin was ripped due to the arrow's sharp end being forcefully ripped out.

“Shit. This is really bad, Cyrus… I can't lie to you. You probably ripped your muscle when you pulled the arrow out.” He carefully brushed a cloth around the wound to clean the blood off but even a light touch made the other man wince.

“Shut up, I fucking know…” Cyrus muttered through his teeth, tightening his grip on his own knees in an attempt to ground himself.

“No, you don't know how bad it looks. But we can fix it,” Marcus said softly, trying to calm him down. “You just have to cooperate and it'll be fine.”

“Are you pitying me?” Cyrus asked, there was a noticeable frustration in his voice.

The vampire snickered and smirked, “What gave you that idea?”

“I swear–” Cyrus groaned and glared at the other man.

“Alright, alright, relax. I'm not. I'm just helping you.” Marcus gave him a light squeeze on his good shoulder, trying to relax him even if just a little bit. “Stay still, this could be uncomfortable. Though, I'm assuming you've felt similar pain before.” He carefully cleaned around the wound before he gently applied the mixed herbal salve.

Cyrus bit back a moan when he felt the cold salve being applied, grimacing and shutting his eyes closed, holding back not to make it obvious he's in pain. Then again, he couldn't fool Marcus, his body was instinctively reacting to discomfort, his muscles tensing involuntarily.

“You'll need a healer. This will only temporarily help you considering how big and serious the wound is,” the vampire explained, his voice softened as well as his touch, sensing Cyrus’ pain. He felt empathy, he wasn't sure why considering the general wanted to lock him in prison, but something about seeing someone so strong and hardworking who was obviously carrying too much, in this vulnerable state… it made Marcus’ heart break.

“I know…” Cyrus sighed, defeated, “I'll see them tomorrow.”

“It'll get way worse if you wait till tomorrow… I'll take you there late at night when no one will see us.” Marcus hoped the general would cooperate, already thinking about how to secretly sneak out with him.

“No. It's too risky– agh shit! Don't press too hard!” Cyrus yelped when the vampire accidentally pressed harder on the wound.

“I'm sorry. See? Now imagine trying to sleep with that pain! It would be impossible. Stop arguing with me, I'll go with you in a few minutes,” Marcus said, strictly but still had that soft tone. He finished putting on the salve, now he wanted to try and wrap the cloth over it.

“I told you it's way to fucking risky. Guards and hunters are everywhere–” Cyrus got cut off by a strangled groan that escaped him. He bowed his head and gritted his teeth, feeling how the cure currently felt like it was burning deeper into the wound and Marcus placing a cloth over it made it worse. “Gods… give me a break, will you?”

“You're so difficult,” Marcus muttered, shaking his head. He understood, he really did but this type of injury shouldn't be ignored and it was getting worse by the minute.

“You don't understand when people want you dead, hunt you every damn time and hurt you! And you can only pretend like nothing happened the next day… because they don't know and they never will.” Cyrus had a point there. Even if Marcus could relate due to being a vampire and hiding that away, the difficulties the general had to face couldn't be compared.

“I… I know–”

“You don't know!” Cyrus snapped, glaring at him. “How could you possibly understand? You're a vampire, but you don't turn into a beast. That is way harder to hide.”

There was a few seconds of silence, Marcus was lost in Cyrus’ words and his own thinking about all this.

“It's harder to hide, yes…” the vampire eventually said, his voice quiet than usual. He finished wrapping the wound, examining it in case he needed to adjust anything. “I'm sorry you're going through that. Does anyone else know?”

Cyrus shaked his head, “No. Only you and I intend on keeping it that way. if you just try saying it to anyone–”

“I promise I won't tell anyone. I guess we're both monsters, general. We have to stick together.” Marcus smirked at the, giving him a light squeeze on his good shoulder before he walked to wash his hands.

“Damn you…” Cyrus cursed under his breath, trying to shift on the bed, lean against the pillows but everything felt uncomfortable.

“Let me at least get something from the healers to help you. You don't have to go and see them, I'll do it.” Marcus was persistent, the more he watched how Cyrus struggled, the more he wanted to make his pain go away.

The general gave a low groan, followed by a sharp inhale and exhale. He was exhausted, mentally and physically from everything. He looked up at the other man, his eyes heavy lidded, swollen from the exhaustion.

“I don't need anyone. I said I'll go in the morning then I will! Leave me alone now– I want to try and rest– ngh– even just for a moment.” Again, Marcus understood his outbursts. Pain could really change a person, nothing he hadn't seen before. He just really felt bad about all this.

Marcus sighed deeply, trying to think but also trying to make peace with how impossible Cyrus was being.

“Fine,” he murmured. “Rest. I'll leave you be, I won't say anything anymore.” He watched how the other man relaxed, how he closed his eyes before he looked at him again, this time he had a softer look. Despite that, he looked worse. He was sweating, breathing heavier, just in a really bad shape.

Marcus turned to leave, giving one more glance at the injured general. He was going to come back quickly anyway.

Cyrus wasn't sure how much time had passed, he was half awake, dozing away, slowly losing consciousness due to the pain when his breath hitched, and eyes opened to scan the room after hearing the door open.

“What are you doing here again?” He muttered, observing how the vampire walked up to him, holding a healing potion.

“It'll heal you. It's your choice whether you'll take it or not.” Marcus placed it on the counter next to the bed.

Cyrus gave a low growl, closing his eyes again and throwing his head back against the pillow. “You're going to be the death of me.”

“Maybe, or it'll be your own stubborn fault for dying. You decide.” Marcus smirked half way. “You're getting worse, but blood and sweat suits you I must admit…” He playfully glanced him and stepped closer… a bit too close.

Cyrus huffed and blushed, leaned back as much as he could to avoid the vampire. “What the fuck–”

“You're an interesting person, Cyrus. A pain in the ass but… I think, as two monsters, we could get along. Just stay alive for me, would you?” He held his chin, brushing over a tiny cut with his finger to get the blood and pull it up to his lips to lick it.

The general’s mouth fell slightly open in… surprise? Shock? He wasn't sure himself, maybe it was something else completely.

“Get away from me already!” He shook his head to the side and squeezed his eyes closed, avoiding Marcus’ playful look.

“Ah, my apologies, general. That was rude of me trying your… delicious blood without your permission.” Marcus bowed in respect and in a teasing way. He figured if Cyrus was going to be this stubborn, might as well toy with him a little bit. Perhaps that will make him drink the potion.

“You–” Cyrus got cut off by his own groan, his hand flew on his shoulder. The wound burned even more.

“Help yourself,” Marcus simply said, walking towards the door. “I'll see you soon, general.” He gave him one last smile before he opened the door to leave.

“You damn vampire…” Cyrus muttered through his teeth.

He was left alone after all. Finally. He grimaced and groaned as another sharp wave of pain went through his arm and he knew that his own stubbornness could indeed cost him his life. Marcus really tries his best, he even stayed through his outbursts. Maybe… just maybe this vampire wasn't like any other vampire Cyrus had encountered.

The general sighed deeply before he reluctantly reached for the healing potion.

Marcus… you truly are a unique vampire.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

I genuinely don’t think anyone understands the level of joy I feel when I open tumblr to see someone responded to my post with a ton of their own thoughts, or if someone sent me an ask that’s a yap about something we both love, or when I open my DMs to see someone sent me paragraphs upon paragraphs. I genuinely don’t think anyone understands how insanely happy I feel. Because I love it so so much <3

[demaparbat-hp]

For the Spirits—Chapter III: Keep Your Plans

At the risk of feeling dumb, check in

It's not worth the risk of losing a friend

Even if they say:

“Just keep your plans, I hope

That you never have to drop

Anything for me.”

—At The Risk Of Feeling Dumb by Twenty One Pilots

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Yume had to resist the urge to sigh. She already knew how this would go. All roads led to tea, Pai Sho, and no straight answers. If she could go back in time and reach out to her younger self, she’d warn the tired face in the mirror to enjoy Iroh’s company while he still made sense.

She cursed the Crew under her breath, doing her best to give the General a smile back or, at least, keep a straight face.

Why did I even say yes to this?

[crimson-constellations]

Nah cuz my notes app is abt to burst with the amount of shit I’ve been putting into that moon spirit sokka au

[oxymoronicdumbass]

i’ve spent 4 hours on ao3 today ☹️🫩😔😞🤑🤩🤩☹️😝☹️☹️

[masterfuldoodler]

If half alive has 1000 fans I am one of them. If half alive has 1 fan, I am that fan

[kingbyx]

I need to write this so I don’t forget so that I can fic it later (lmk Drabble / fic prompt if anyone wants it) macaque angst, mild gore warning

Macaque failed in his task and the Lady is displeased. The thrall who calls himself a mayor requests his head, but his Lady thinks the shadow may still be of use. Still, he deserves a punishment, no? The Mayor asks to destroy something slightly smaller than a head, but no less amusing to ruin.

Perhaps it is the six eared warriors eyes that ruin his performance, the mayor says, afterall, losing an eye can quite affect one’s vision. He never did heal completely from that fight with his old love, did he?

The lady agrees. Why would a warrior named for his hearing need his sight anyways?

Go, she says, do as you wish. The mayor is eager to comply.

He rushes forward, claws of bone and ice ripping from his knuckles with a violent crack and the wet sound of flesh. He smiles.

Macaque does not struggle, chained and bruised and bloodied, has no leeway in his binds. He cannot struggle, and even if he could move he does not know if he would. His every muscle aches and his bones are weak and he is so, so tired. He cannot hope to count the wounds.

The claws rake across his eye and he screams. That is all he can do as blood runs warm and sticky down his face and fire rushes through his veins. He knows nothing but pain and it only gets worse.

The mayor removes his claws and considers taking the eye with them, but decides he likes the look of the bleeding wound too much to ruin it. It is beautiful.

Macaque feels his shadows, roused from their frozen terror at his pain, swarm his mind. They drag him down to rest and he does not fight it.