#AAAAHHHH I'M IN AGONY

[the-sky-queen]

Just. Spirits Sonic as a kid. Living on Christmas island, surrounded by loving family and friends and countless little animal friends. Playing all day long, having so much fun. Until the sun sets, and Sonic, having tired himself out, falls asleep underneath a tree. His family and friends disappear for the night.

And Sonic doesn't even realize they were were all spirits until years later. His family was dead the whole time.

[neonganymede]

if you're still accepting prompts for the kiss meme... 19 for skk?? (ps you are my favorite skk fic writer & im always so inspired by your writing. TYSM <3)

if i could request another it would be 4 for skk but i don't want to be greedy

Aaaahhhh thank you!!! I'm honored you think so highly of my work <3333 I did end up finding a way to make both prompts work, so I hope you enjoy~

4. A Kiss Given to the Wrong Person

19. A Kiss on the Nose

“Chuuya~!”

At the sound of his own voice, Dazai winced. He’d been quiet for so long that he’d forgotten just how amplified the world was. Even the familiar taunt bounced against his skull the same way it did the halls of the apartment, a useless echo that only made his head throb, and part of him wished he hadn’t opened his mouth at all.

The other part of him wanted to be spoiled, even at the risk of worsening his headache. Shouldn’t Chuuya be here to take care of him when he needed it most? How could the cruel chibi leave him alone in this moment of sheer agony?

“The hell do you want?” came the soft grumble from somewhere near the doorway. Dazai didn’t open his mind to look, but he was sure the sound had come from somewhere near the floor. He angled his head to adjust for Chuuya’s height and pouted.

“I’ve been abandoned,” he proclaimed to the ground, and he swore he could feel Chuuya seething from the other side of the room. How delightful. Dazai wished his head didn’t feel like it might explode so that he could enjoy Chuuya’s unusually quiet fury.

“I didn’t abandon you, dumbass,” Chuuya pointed out as he stalked closer, silent as a predator but still so loud. Everything about Chuuya was loud, and Dazai usually found comfort in that. Today, such noise made his vision swim behind his eyelids, and he wondered how angry Chuuya would be if he threw up on his golden retriever slippers.

Dazai bought the ugly things; surely that meant he could ruin them as he saw fit.

A hand found his, the smooth leather of his gloves a little cold against Dazai’s skin. He almost wished that Chuuya would’ve put that hand on his forehead instead, if only to offer a tiny bit of relief in this trying time, but he would settle for what he could get. If Chuuya had come close, then Dazai could only assume that his silly slug of a partner had realized that his plan to leave Dazai alone had failed spectacularly.

Chuuya’s own fault, really. He should’ve known better.

“You’re supposed to be taking a nap.”

“I was lonely. It’s too quiet.” Dazai tugged at Chuuya’s hand, a silent plea to join him in bed.

A plea that Chuuya blatantly ignored. “You have a headache, shitty Osamu. It’s supposed to be quiet so the damn thing will go away.”

Dazai hummed, unable to argue with such dazzling logic. “True. Everything’s so loud now that Chuuya’s here. I might throw up.”

“If you throw up on my slippers, you’re dead.”

Dazai smiled. He gave another halfhearted tug, but Chuuya still refused to move for him. “How cruel. Does Chuuya love his stupid doggy slippers more than he loves me?”

“’Course I do. My slippers are cute.”

Dazai sighed, dismayed, and finally let their hands drop to the bed. “I married the most awful slug. Doesn’t even love me more than his ugly slippers.”

“I don’t remember marrying such a whiny bitch.”

Dazai cracked an eye open to regard his husband. The curtains had been drawn to block out as much light as possible, but Dazai could still make out Chuuya’s furrowed brow and worried frown before his vision swam too much to keep looking. With a heavy sigh, he closed his eye again and nestled his cheek against the pillow.

“What a shame that Chuuya’s memory is already failing him. Such is the fate of a slug’s brain, I suppose.”

“Don’t make me kick your ass when you’re like this. You’re already pathetic enough.” With a huff, Chuuya sat down on the bed. Finally, a tiny victory! Dazai only needed to get the chibi to join him for a nap, and then he could sleep in peace. “There a reason why you don’t want to sleep? It’ll help with the headache, dumbass.”

Dazai wanted to hum again, but that seemed like a bad idea this time. He made a tiny noise instead. “It’s too quiet.”

“That’s the point.”

“I can’t sleep without Chuuya’s noise.” The confession fell from his lips easily, drawn out of him by this temporary weakness. Usually, he loathed such displays of vulnerability, even in the comfort of his husband’s company, but he knew when the situation called for it.

And the tactic worked like a charm. Dazai could hear the sharp breath that Chuuya took, feel the way his fingers tightened around Dazai’s. He imagined that Chuuya’s striking gaze had widened at first, their caramel shade brilliant even in such darkness, but now they softened in time with the quiet sigh of defeat he breathed into the room.

“... You’re a fucking idiot,” Chuuya muttered as he stood up, slipping away from Dazai so that he could take off his slippers and discard his gloves. The bed dipped, and then Chuuya’s arms appeared around him, drawing him close so carefully that Dazai feared he might break from Chuuya’s awful gentleness.

This migraine hadn’t changed him, hadn’t turned him into glass, and yet Chuuya hadn’t gotten the memo. Dazai’s temple throbbed, either from so much movement or from the terrible reminder that his husband cared so much for him, and he almost wished he would break. He wished that Chuuya would gather him up so gently that it would simply shatter him.

… At least that would take care of this persistent headache.

“This okay?” Chuuya asked once he’d settled.

“Hmm. Chuuya could give me a kiss now.”

“Greedy bastard.” But he still felt Chuuya move forward to fulfill his wish of a kiss—

—on the nose.

He kissed Dazai’s nose instead of his mouth. What a wretch.

“Chuuya missed.”

“Nope.” Dazai could just hear that ridiculous smirk in Chuuya’s voice. “I told you, didn’t I? I’ll give my husband a kiss once he stops being such a whiny bitch and takes a nap like he’s supposed to.”

Dazai was sure he could come up with an easy way to get Chuuya to still kiss him, but his head still hurt too much to consider such grand schemes. So he blurted out the only thing he could think of and hoped that it would work.

“I’ll give it to him.”

“... Hah?”

“Your husband. Kiss me, and I’ll give it to him.” Yeah. Yeah, that made sense. There was no way that Chuuya would be able to argue with such remarkable logic. Even with such a vicious headache, Dazai’s superior intellect would not be silenced. He would outsmart his chibi husband, and he would get his kiss!

A quiet chuckle blanketed the space between them, one that weaved its way into Dazai’s lungs and eased the tension from his veins. When Chuuya spoke again, he sounded so in love that it made Dazai feel even more nauseated than before.

“You’re such an annoying piece of shit. All right, you can have your damn kiss before you give me a headache.”

Dazai lifted his head, searching blindly for Chuuya’s mouth to keep him from saying something else that might make Dazai’s migraine worse. Chuuya met him halfway, his lips unbearably soft as they pressed against Dazai’s. The kiss was simple, sweet. Horribly domestic. A kiss to break him, to shatter him, and to put him back together again shard by wretched shard.

Only once he felt whole again did Dazai let the kiss end. He couldn’t tell how long had passed, if they’d kissed for a lifetime or just a couple of seconds, but he did know that his headache still persisted.

Hm… perhaps a nap wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Eyes still shut, Dazai burrowed close to his husband and let himself fall asleep to the comforting melody of Chuuya’s noise.

[boggleoflight]

Pls I want to know about Yllis being Fraught in Shadowbringers

AAAAHHHH THANK YOU FOR ASKING okay SO! This is going to be long so I'm going to put it under a read-more to save everyone's dashboards lol

Just before ShB, when the Scions and her brother have all been spirited away to the First, F'yllis is at one of her lowest points, emotionally. She doesn't know what's going on, and the people in her life who would be best equipped to know are unconscious in Dawn's Respite with their very souls just missing. The inevitability of war is hanging heavy on her mind. She feels powerless, and when the mysterious figure with a voice she can't quite pin down finally gives her a concrete direction, and she's tentatively confident the Garleans aren't going to run amok the instant she's gone, she feels she has little choice but to trust in him.

Arriving squinting into the First, that feeling of having little choice doesn't fade. It isn't the actual act of saving it that bothers her, because she would take that choice without hesitation regardless. Rather, it's the fact that to achieve that, she has no choice but to put her trust in (and in the case of Emet-Selch for a while, begrudgingly tolerate) figures that are in no way hiding the fact that they're keeping secrets from her even as she risks her life.

When she finally realizes that she truly has no privacy here, it only builds on top of that feeling. With the increasing agony of the Light pushing at her soul, the stress and building tension, and the creeping suspicion (that she tries to push down) of who the Crystal Exarch may truly be, she can't even count on the knowledge that she could retreat to some measure of dignified solitude to catch her breath. She has to trust that these figures that are hovering around her are willing to give that to her, for the sake of her own sanity, despite knowing that they will not.

This manifests a lot in her trying to retreat even more and grit her teeth through the turmoil, downplaying her pain and rejecting attempts to pry into her emotional and physical state. She invests herself fully in the world, her brother, and her friends, but it is abundantly clear that there are a lot of walls being put up.

Of course once it's all over, Hades is defeated, Ardbert is 'gone', and the Crystal Exarch/G'raha has no reason to keep such fretful tabs on her, it's less of a concern. With the Light no longer poisoning her, and the Calamity averted, she's able to breathe, and she starts regaining a sense of balance and control. After their ordeal, she and the Scions + F'ystran are closer than before, and it's at this point that she truly starts letting her walls down for all of them in earnest. (Even before ShB, she was fairly reserved, and loved them all but rarely spoke much about herself outside of the strictly relevant things, unless directly asked.)

It was a very difficult time for her, but she considers the time on the First very much worth it, not just for G'raha but for the strength in her relationships to everyone involved.

[gloriabomfim]

Certainly, here's a creative transcript for Part 1:

[The scene is set in a dark and eerie corner of Oggy's house. Joey.EXE, the sinister and eldritch version of Joey, approaches Marky, who is unaware of the impending horror.]

Joey.EXE: [With a chilling and demonic voice] "Marky, my dear friend…"

[Marky turns to face Joey.EXE, sensing something is amiss.]

Marky: "Joey? What's going on? You look… different."

[Joey.EXE's evil black eyes with red pupils narrow as he grins malevolently.]

Joey.EXE: [Whispering ominously] "Oh, Marky, you have no idea what's about to happen. I have a little secret to share with you…"

[Marky, now trembling with unease, takes a step back.]

Marky: "Secret? What secret?"

[Joey.EXE leans in, his voice dripping with malice.]

Joey.EXE: "I'm going to rip off your face, Marky."

[Marky's eyes widen in terror as he realizes the true horror of the situation.]

Marky: [Screaming] "No, no, Joey, you can't be serious!"

[Part 1 ends with Marky's horrified scream echoing through the darkness as Joey.EXE's sinister laughter fills the air.]

Certainly, here's a creative transcript for Part 2:

[Continuing from Part 1, the scene remains in the eerie darkness as Joey.EXE takes a menacing step closer to Marky, whose face is etched with terror.]

Marky: [Screaming] "Joey, you're insane! You can't do this!"

[Joey.EXE's malevolent smile widens as he extends his clawed fingers toward Marky's face.]

Joey.EXE: [With sadistic glee] "Oh, but I can, Marky. And I will."

[With a swift and grotesque motion, Joey.EXE violently rips Marky's face off, causing a gruesome spray of blood and gore. Marky's agonized screams pierce the darkness.]

Marky: [In unbearable pain] "AAAAHHHH! NOOOO!"

[Dee Dee, who had been hiding nearby, emerges in sheer horror, his eyes wide with terror.]

Dee Dee: [Screaming] "Marky! What's happening?"

[Joey.EXE, still wearing his sinister grin, holds Marky's torn face in his clawed hand, relishing the gruesome sight. Marky, now faceless, writhes in agony on the floor.]

Joey.EXE: [Mockingly] "Isn't this delightful, Dee Dee? Marky's suffering, and I couldn't be happier."

[Dee Dee, overcome with terror and revulsion, turns and flees from the nightmarish scene, his screams echoing in the darkness.]

Dee Dee: [Sobbing] "I can't… I can't…"

[As Dee Dee disappears into the shadows, Marky, still in excruciating pain, manages to crawl away, leaving Joey.EXE to revel in his macabre victory.]

Joey.EXE: [Chuckling wickedly] "Oh, Marky, you should have known better. This is just the beginning of your nightmare."

[Part 2 ends with Marky's agonized cries fading into the distance as Joey.EXE continues to watch, his malevolent satisfaction evident.]

[charles-edwin]

ASLFJSLFNSLDKS OMG I'M DEAD THIS EPISODE KILLED ME WTH??? *HEAVY BREATHING*

(Sorry, I need to AAHHHH at someone and since you're literally the reason I got to experience this masterpiece of an episode today, you're the lucky person to be AAAAHHHH-ed at 🙈😂)

What even was this episode???

They literally all but said it??? Strictly speaking Akk did say it????? In French??!?? While drunk?!!!?!???

Theo knows it was not a dream!!! Plus so much food for the Theo-is-Enchanté theory in this one wth???

So many slo-mos, are they trying to kill me??? I am fresh out of oxygen after all this and now they're stuck on an elevator and I legit cheered at that xDDD

The number of times I shouted at my screen today, because *gestures wildly* THEM(TM)!!?!

And we finally found out Wayo's stakes in pretending to be Enchanté, pah, dude, not cool 😒

Love how Theo just straight-up rejects all of them left and right now, like he's sick of pretending too and just wants his Akk already 😏😌

"Why don't you finish what you started?" - Theo, who couldn't be happier that he didn't just dream up that kiss and that Akk stole the rose and that it's so very clear that Akk likes him aka Please End My Agony You Two?!???

So many moments where they're waiting for the other to just say it?? Come on, they know! They both know at this point, ffs, please??? 😭

Akk drinking more in the hopes of gaining liquid courage 🥺

"Do you even know what you're saying? Tell me then what people want to do to each other when they say je t'aime" AND AKK'S ANSWER akrjdkqkfjs

And so much more, so so SO much more, holy shit, I'm still processing, I feel vaguely insane 🥴

BRING IT ON!!! YELL IT ALL ON ME AKDKSKKDKS

YES!!! AKK LITERALLY GOT HIMSELF MORE DRUNK TO BE BRAVE ENOUGH TO CONFESS IN FRENCH AKDKSKDKKS

HE SAID IT!!! WE’RE MORE THAN HALFWAY THERE??? they still need to talk properly and i DESPERATELY need that!!!!

YES. i still very much believe theo is enchanté alksksks my brain is currently fried but once it returns, i want to analyze this episode better!

THEY LITERALLY ATTEMPTED TO MURDER US WITH EVERY SCENE AND EVERY SLOW MO LIKE??? TESTING OUR LOYALTY TO AKKTHEO AS IF WE COULD BE OBSESSED WITH ANYTHING ELSE ALDKAKKDS

WHAT WAS THE ELEVATOR SCENE EVEN ALDKSKDKSK I WANNA STAY THERE UNTIL THEY KISS

THEM™️!!!!!!!!!!

i feel this!!!!

fuck wayo!!!!! seriously, i’ve had ENOUGH of these ambassadors. akktheo honeymoon trip to france when!!!

EXACTLY!! theo is TIRED!!! and he knows where his heart is so he’s just like “nope. no no. go away” aldkkskdkskdks

yesss they are Almost on the same page. they just need to talk properly!!!!! but it’s gonna work out eventually. it WILL 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

THEY KNOW!! THEY JUST NEED TO SAY IT!!! to the the final leap!!!!!!

AKK’S ANSWER WAS LITERALLY A NOSE KISS. THEO FOR GOD’S SAKE COULD HE BE ANY CLEARER

same!!! i’m still processing!! i need to rewatch this episode until my brain melts for real akdkskdkks

but aaaaaa i’m glad we’re all sharing this insanity right now 🤣❤️💙

[journeytheteleportingunicorn]

Fallout Equestria: Righting Wrongs and How to Reignite Lost Love (Journey: Bad Start RP, I actually have no idea what I'm doing. It was supposed to be sad Journey becoming undead boi and find his family after 200 years but I kinda got lost with how to do that... So have this.)

Equestria fell with a whimper following complete magically nuclear annihilation. By the time anyone had the means stop it, it was already far too late... Many predicted the end well in advance, thus leading to the creation of Stables and other such means of escape... But no one could ever escape their wrong doings forever...

And such was the price for Journey, a unicorn scholar, scientist, and magic practitioner. Thankfully, he was able to safely secure his family within a Stable, however, he was unable to make it himself. His wife and two children left to live within the safety of Stable 89... He would perish with the bright lights of the doomsday megaspells he had helped developed... He embraces the warm glow of radiation as far off explosions tear apart the land he had called home...

This is how the world ends...

After the initial surge of radiation baking and charring his flesh, leaving him to fall in agony as his body mutates and peals apart... His youthful life fading, burning, melting away... Yet, no cold embraced him. He would stand, quaking in his pains, gazing to his pipbuck to see what was happening... He dares not focus upon himself... But collapses as the pain overwhelms all senses...

Awakening...

As he stands, body wretched, warmed, but broken as he cries out softly... "Why...?" The pain has gone away, but the world is nothing but green destruction... "Why...?" He looks around himself... He is in Shatterhoof Ridge... A convict work prison... How did he get here? He collapses again, still so weak... The world fades to black once more...

Gunshots... Screaming... Slowly he arises once more to these tortured sounds... No time to think... People are in danger... He strains, pushing toward the prison... He feels some hints of strength return to his body as his heart beats with life... Limping walking turns into trotting, then into running... He thinks not of what has happened... Not of himself or the world around him... People are alive! He can hear them! He must save them! He charges right into a door, slapping wet against it as he lets out a roar of attack, knocking it down as he finds... bodies... Strewn across the filthy prison floor... Fresh, warm blood oozes from them, recent... He searches about himself... And picks up the first thing he sees... A combat knife, sunken into a pale, lifeless stallion... He was already well gone... nothing he can do... His horn glows with magical energy as he follows after more screams... More cries of pain...

"AAAAHHHH!!!" Cries the sounds of a mare, just ahead of him... He charges, no second thought as he doesn't hesitate...

A single, large brutish figure stands over what looks like a fellow inmate to him... His large stature only revealing skin and bones... He holds up a knife to the mare, but the blade of Journey's knife connects with his spine... digging deep enough to parylize him... and certainly kill in time... He tosses the body aside to reveal the mare equally starved... but both their faces covered... in... blood? Strands of flesh between their teeth... He stumbles back...!?

The mare freezes in absolute horror... Eyes wide as she stares at Journey...

"A-Are you oka-?" Journey would start before the mare cries out!

"S-STAY AWAY!" She scrambles over the corpse that had almost ended her life, clinging to his blade as she points it to her savior... "H-He's MINE! Just, g-get out! GO AWAY YOU ZOMBIE!"

"Whoa whoa, what are you talking about?" He can barely manage to say as she swings the knife close enough to scar his face... "AAH! You crazy BITCH!" He'd respond, backing away as the stinging pain sinks in... As he bakes away, he catches sight of her sinking her teeth into the corpse of her attacker... He stares in shock... But backs away... Then turns to run... Refusing to believe what his eyes had shown him... No... This is a dream... a terrible, horrible dream... He trips on his way out, falling over the corpse he grabbed the knife from... Chew marks and torn flesh mark it's hide as he realizes now what the wounds were... He drags forward, desperate to leave this... tainted place... He runs as far as his legs would take him... Several pings from his pipbuck cry out over and over... He slows after almost 30 straight minutes of non-stop cardio... He doesn't tire even a little as he finally just stops... So many questions run through his mind...

One of many alerts finally caught his attention... Confused him... 'Ghoulified'... "Well what the fuck does that mean?" Then it told him... 'Your body has turned into that of a radiated ghoul, your body has withered, but failed to die to the radiation. -3 to STR, regenerate health when near radiation.'

It was then when it reflected what his altered form had become... He looks to his saddlebags... His supplies he was taking to the Stable when the sirens went off... He pulls out the mirror... And looks upon the horror that has become of him... "Dear lord... I've become a bacon monster."