#this is a thing i guess ;;;;;;;

[bagely]

THIS HAS BEEN IN DRAFT FOR A WHILE AND THIS IS AN AU THAT NEVER FINISHED ((What a surprise )

I don't remember what much it really was, but the only fact that matters is that Missa is a famous singer and that Philza is unemployed or something like that idk.

Night had already fallen on the neighborhood when Missa gently opened the door to him home, trying not to make noise so as not to disturb him children's sleep. His older brother, Spreen, had offered him a ride home after his concert, a kind offer Missa gratefully accepted. 

“Thank you for bringing me home, Spreen,” Missa whispered as he crossed the threshold, careful not to make too much noise. 

Spreen gave him a warm smile. “It's nothing, I was just walking around anyway.” 

Missa took a step inside the house, but before closing the door, he turned back to him brothim. The cold night air was seeping through the opening, making him shiver. “It's cold... Are you coming inside? I'll make you some tea in thanks.” 

Spreen hesitated for a moment, worried about disturbing the sleeping children. “Are you sure? I don't want to wake your children with noise.” 

“They're like a rock, don't be sorry,” Missa reassured him with a smile. he playfully tapped him brother's shoulder, encouraging him to come inside. “Come in.” 

Spreen gave in to his younger brother's insistence and followed him inside the cozy house. However, as he passed through the living room on his way to the kitchen, an unpleasant scene caught his attention. Thime, lying on the sofa, lay Philza, Missa's husband, sound asleep. The table in front of him was adorned with two empty wine bottles and two glasses, one of which still contained traces of the reddish liquid. 

Missa stopped dead in him tracks, feeling a pang of guilt as he remembered that he had planned to return early from him concert to spend some quality time with him husband. The young jet-haired boy glanced sidelong at his older brother, whose expression reflected disapproval of Philza. 

Spreen didn't need to say anything; Missa could read his thoughts just by looking at his face. A tense silence hung over them, until finally Spreen broke the spell. 

“I remembered I have things to do,” he muttered, turning to leave. 

Missa followed him out the door, feeling helpless at the situation. “Oh... okay...” 

The door closed behind Spreen, and Missa returned to the living room taking the empty bottles to take them to the trash. 

A quick hand caught him wrist, he looked up to meet him husband's face, eyes wide. 

“I thought you were sleeping” Missa set the empty bottles on the table and sat next to Philza on the couch. him husband's eyes were glassy and his breath smelled of wine, but there was a vulnerability in his gaze that broke him heart. 

“How much did you drink?” asked Missa in a soft tone, not wanting to sound accusatory. he stroked Philza's arm in a comforting gesture. 

Philza wandered him eyes over the empty bottles, counting them with narrowed eyes. “One...two...I don't know,” he finally admitted with a nonchalant shrug. “You're late.” 

him husband's words stabbed like daggers into Missa's chest. “I'm sorry... I...” he began, him voice trembling. “I was asked to sing a few more songs and...” he searched desperately for an excuse, a way to atone for him fault, but the words stuck in him throat. “I forgot.” 

Philza looked at him with glazed eyes, but there was a sadness in them that went beyond simple drunkenness. “He hates me.” 

Missa frowned, confused. “Who, Spreen...no, he doesn't hate you...he just...” 

“He just thinks I'm holding you back with my children and keeping you from excelling as a singer,” Philza interrupted in a bitter tone.  “ I sometimes wonder if it's true.. if I should let you go.” 

“Hey, don't, don't.. act like that.” he brought him hands to him cheeks and caressed them tenderly “I love Chayanne and Tallulah...and you...nor Did he seek to change that, you're not ruining anything.” 

They melted into a tight embrace, Missa circling Philza's face with soft, tear-salted kisses. Their bodies trembled with contained weeping as they clung to each other, seeking comfort in the warmth of each other's arms.

They remained like that for an interminable time, until a dull thud startled them. Turning toward the source of the sound, they distinguished blond locks peeking out from behind a half-open door.

“Chayanne go to sleep.” Missa spoke. 

“fine...” Said him son's gossipy voice. “But.. why does dad have puffy eyes? and why are you kissing dad? And why aren't you asleep? And why...” 

“Chayanne” Missa repeated in a slightly louder tone. 

“Right.” he said letting out a chuckle.

[ahotknife]

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

[goldensunset]

[tiredandoptimistic]

Nothing hits like "romantic couple and a third guy who's not dating either of them but is definitely a part of this dynamic"

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[goomyloid]

The remorseful player

[grimalditeuthis]

when i remember that no amount of waiting will make me brave and no amount of fear will keep me safe

edit: image description by voxratasma added to alt text

[wishfulsketching]

More of the Silco survives AU! This is part three. Part 1 and Part 2

The girls learn the truth and Silco gets a taste of a monster

[risingsunresistance]

you guys can see this too bc even tho i was wrong i think it's funny

[lost-the-narrative]

"IT WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE A ONESHOT!!!" i scream, desperately clawing at the floor, as the fic drags me back into The Depths to continue writing against my will for the rest of eternity

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

elita pep talk

[goldensunset]

if someone is talking about how much they love their parents do not jump in and start venting about your issues with your parents. if someone is venting about their issues with their parents do not jump in and start talking about how much you love your parents. peace and love amen swag city

[eriochromatic]

🌗 Into Tartarus // Out of Tartarus 🔥

[clumsypuppy]

Bridge to turnabout doodles

[wormtoxin]

Shit man, this mech war is fucked. I just saw a doll shoulder its rifle and say "reality warp: black hole star" or some similar shit, and every mech around it cratered, radiated a ring of pure energy, and disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto it, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is firing anti-personnel rounds and buckshot. I think I just heard "nanomachines: skewer" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.