#And this? One of the angstiest

[rexscanonwife]

me: oh I'll just explore some potential story ideas with this character/storyline for fun nothing serious

me, fucking inevitably:

[orviposition]

ik ppl are hung up on the "eyebrows seemingly drawn by a single uninterrupted stroke of a famed artist's brush" description but i dont think i can ever get over kdj looking at one 1863 yjh, scarred and battered, coat crooked. hasnt showered in days maybe even weeks and goes "yes hes dirty and unkept but he still can't hide his good looks" like.... my boy i can no longer defend your gay ass sorry to say

[kateis-cakeis]

I think what really gets to me with the finale is that Merlin was so close to getting Arthur to the lake. Yet, there was no plan beyond that. It's like even if they did get there, who knows if anything would have happened.

The idea that there was still more tragedy awaiting even if they made it, that yeah despite all of Merlin’s magic, he couldn't save Arthur's life.

It was always the possibility of the Sidhe, but there was no guarantee. It was all hope from the start, endless hope that failed them in the end.

Because well, it was always supposed to happen like this anyway... Arthur was meant to die so he could rise again, there was no alternative

[buttercup-barf]

Every game has to have some sort of an edgy sequel where the good guy from the previous one comes back as a villain, either brainwashed or somehow having lost faith in their cause. It's the law. /j

Everything in the Mushroom Kingdom seems infected with this strange eyesore of colours and shapes, tiny sparks and stars flicker over people's bodies, and become a mark of something happening.

Even rulers of Cloud Kingdom and Bowser's many captives found themselves poisoned with this mysterious abstract force, eating away at their desires, and leaving them with only anger and violent outbursts, until they become a numb and thoughtless mess of colourful swirls and figures.

Turns our someone found this whole "ungranted wishes" problem much easier to solve, when there's no suffering, no need in someone's heart, and therefore no need for them to wish for anything. He's doing you all a favour, really.

[stubblesandwich]

Selected lines from Caitlyn Siehl's magnificent poem:

When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. Start by pulling him out of the fire and putting him back together with the pieces you find on the floor. There is so much to forgive, but you do not know how to forget. When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled.

[dystopiandramaqueen]

Love and Leashes

[eleni-cherie]

"Why do you like angsty stories so much?"

the ship that shaped my 17-year-old as* back then:

(I'm so happy this finally got animated)

[bb-eb-db-bb-eb-b-ab-f-b-ab]

i’m going to ask something that no one is going to like. do we really believe kavik outlived yangchen

[martianbugsbunny]

think I actually pulled something leaping for excitement after the xmen 97 finale

[littleogreboii]

milly really does hold the braincell yet chooses to be a silly little bean and i love her for it

[rexscanonwife]

Hmm...I think I will draw Inquisitor Brea after work today 🤔

[raayllum]

One eye is black, bleeding around the rim, soot and scarlet mixed with tears, his other eye wide open and white, the darkness receding as it grows brighter, his green eye pained. “Rayla, please—”

He’s on his knees, Aaravos’ laughter echoing in their ears, and Rayla panics. Ezran isn’t here, spirited away by Soren after Callum had nearly killed all three of them, limbs controlled by a dark puppetmaster. Part of her hair is singed from a dangerously close fulminus, and she knows what he’s asking for.

If bad things happen, I need you to kill me.

But how can she?

“I know you’re in there,” she says, using her remaining blade to fend off a lightning attack as he staggers to his feet, shifting and unnatural. “Fight him off, Callum, you can do this!”

Aaravos’ voice leaks out of his lips. “Don’t you know humans have always been weak? That’s why they needed dark magic in the first place. He wasn’t strong enough to take the power for himself. Only to save you.”

“Callum, please!” she says, dodging a swing of his staff this time. She grabs his wrists, holds him hard, her feet sliding back against the floor. “I know you can do this. No one can make your choices for you—”

Callum and Aaravos’ voices collide, marring each other as his green eye flickers back in. “BUT YOU DID!” Callum falls to his knees, gasping for breath, a hand around his throat as his voice clears, heavy with tears and ragged breaths. “You left me. You—you killed a part of me.”

Aaravos’ voice takes over a moment later, cold and cruel. “Now you can’t even finish the job, when it was your fault I was able to sink my teeth into him. Made him doubt he could control his own destiny.”

“Rayla, please,” Callum gasps, white light encroaching over his green eye. “Please, kill me—” His eyes roll back in his head, Aaravos’ voice like slime filling up her veins. “Tell me, is just one puny human’s life worth the world to you? — Rayla, PLEASE—”

She’s never seen him be in so much pain before. Her jaw sets. Her heart hardens.

She twirls her blade, gets in close—dropping it as Rayla takes his face in her hands and kisses him, hard and firm, a feinting fault-line running through her heart. She’s pictured their first kiss after leaving him a thousand times, but never thought it’d be like this. 

Callum stiffens, then melts as they pull apart quickly. His eyes are fully green when he gazes back at her, both of them grinning relief, before his eyes flash a blinding white just for a second and—

Something sharp and hot slides shallowly between her ribs, still deep to hurt like nothing else, like an iron protruding on her heart. Rayla staggers back as Callum lets go of her twisted sword now embedded in her chest, horrified, and she keels sideways, black crowding her vision.

“Rayla,” he gasps, dropping to his knees and cradling her, his hands and voice shaking with fear and rage.

The connection’s been severed, but at what cost?

She wants to say it’s okay, but can’t make her voice work, blood beginning to seep through her tunic. She clutches at his arm. 

“You want to save her, little mage?” Aaravos croons, still echoing around them. “Then you’ll do as I tell you.”

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

…sorry

[spookymoonybeasty]

Me looking at my own angsty fanfiction I wrote.

[ghostaholics]

If you think about the Ghost Soulmate AU it’s tragic. I mean, Ghost was held captive and tortured for months (according to the comics) so it means that the reader/ his soulmate, also felt his pain during that time. Can you imagine that? I mean just think about it, you are doing just fine and one day you are feeling excruciating pain on your body, and you know it’s your soulmate, and it scares you because you know that something is happening to him, yet you don’t have any idea what it is exactly, and it goes like this for months with you asking yourself what’s going on and fearing for your soulmate’s life.

And if you add the fact that Ghost does not believe in the soulmate stuff, it adds another layer of tragedy, because there’s someone who, in a way, experienced the same things as him, yet he does not know it.

In the au I talked about here, they actually have matching soulmate marks on their bodies, so Simon lies about his. He pretends he doesn't have one, and nobody else knows except for his soulmate who keeps it hidden after finding out he's basically denouncing/denying his mark in public.

But the idea you're talking about would definitely exist in the same timeline as Price's! That's the one where people have soulmates that can feel other's pain.

To be completely honest, I could see a soulmate au where instead of pain, it's emotions because I think it'd be interesting for Ghost's soulmate to feel his fear when he was a kid (very traumatic childhood) as well as how he felt being buried alive, and his actual emotions during missions now since he tries to project indifference/apathy nowadays.

So many possibilities! Given his past and present, any one of them could make for a great plot.

[careless-with-your-heart]

I'm feeling like dropping more than one chapter in this Chili's tonight.