#and either scenario HURTS

[anna-scribbles]

“He was— He was my ‘buttercup’,” she sobbed out, and his hand gripped her far shoulder, “And I— I never even— I never got to tell him how much he m-meant to me— not even th-the stupid sun thing—”

“Oh… Marinette…” he whispered, his nose brushing against her hair, “The sun thing wasn’t stupid.”

this scene from chapter 6 of drowning (in plain sight) by @buggachat has PLAGUED me since i read it i am deeply unwell

[mamawasatesttube]

i had a dream i was reading a would-be superfam comic but it sucked so bad (made clark out to be an asshole and kon as just stupid and incompetent comic relief AND forgot about ttk. and kara was homophobic... to krypto??? in the dream i was so annoyed but this is really funny actually) and i was reading it and i got really mad about the plot of this dream comic, and then for SOME REASON two characters who absolutely had no business being on a space mission in this supposedly superfam comic showed up. and i got so irritated i was like "fuck this entirely" and woke up. with a migraine. okay,

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

To add to last ask I sent: Reader's abyssal transformation just... triggering when they see Ajax/Legacy getting hurt in a fight. Moth!Reader going feral for their loved one(s), to protect them. Bonus points if they end up getting hurt too hehehehehe.

I love my fluff but hehe angst. Delicious.

(Ajax and Reader patching eachother up afterwards >>>>>>>>>>)

i LOVE the concept of someone going feral over their beloved getting hurt, good soup

you weren't even trying to get into a fight- unlike Ajax, you prefer to settle disputes peacefully- yet somehow you still end up in the midst of a battle, a gang of particularly eager Treasure Hoarders setting their sights on the Eleventh Harbinger and his partner. normally he'd deal with the ruffians easy as breathing, but he had just sparred with Foul Legacy the day before, leaving Ajax tired and weary, and he's beginning to feel overwhelmed, his head pounding and muscles burning. still, he yells at you to stay back, even when his bow is knocked from his hands, even when he has to resort to using weapons made of hydro to fight back

your patience snaps when an arrow grazes his cheek, the gash opening into a bright red line

with a guttural shriek you leap into the fray, your Abyssal form appearing in a shower of burning stars and light. it towers over everyone, claws smacking away enemies like they're gnats until the rest run away in terror and you sit back with a soft hiss, Ajax tucked close to your side. you only step away when you're sure all the Treasure Hoarders are gone, leaning down to examine the cut on Ajax's face

but his eyes widen, hands reaching out to cup your cheeks like you do so often for Legacy. "You're hurt..." is all he says, dark blood dripping onto the grass, and you merely purr and lick the gash on his face, drawing laughter from the Harbinger. he's much too exhausted to use Foul Legacy, so instead he lets you curl around him, pressing his scarf to the wound on your cheek and leaning into your arms as you settle down for a nap in the sun. when you wake up you find Foul Legacy's face pressed into your fur, two Abyssal monster asleep in each other's embrace

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya deffo loves possessive partners, send tweet-

[a-wumper-on-the-internet]

I actually know nothing about whump terminology tbh, so: is this a trope?

I've been calling it the Mutual Caretakers. Two characters have both been whumped, either by each other or by a third party or one by the other and the other by someone else. Whatever the case, both are in pain and generally experiencing new, fucked up emotions the likes of which would make baffle any phycologist.

And then they have to caretake each other. Maybe no one else is around who can do it. Maybe it's just a situation where there is no one else but the two of them. Maybe there's a more competent caretaker available but these two just have a special bond of Trauma And Piss Poor Coping Skills that no one else can really touch.

It could be messy and bad for both of them, and make everyone involved significantly worse, or maybe it can actually help and become mutual understanding or some sort of weird-ass friendship. Or maybe they just self destruct. Who knows!

The trope pairs well with: Whumper redemption, whumpee corruption, complex/grey whumpers and whumpees, and general line-blurring between roles.

I realize now that every one of my ocs (there are more coming, I swear) all eventually end up like this. The whumper and whumpee equivalent of a get-along shirt. I need something to call it.

[otomotoelzhinee]

I hope that answer was honest cause otherwise I'll look like an absolute idiot here.

This is actually interesting info, cause given the connection they seem to have on the show, while also having a serious lack of information about each other, gives us two options: It could be possible Shrike and Beebs used to be friends when they were younger, and life simply made it's thing and they had to split apart for a long, long time. Finding each other once again as adults and deciding to start a business together for the sake of that old friendship, cause y'know-- Who's better to trust out there to watch your back in such a hostile universe than an old friend?

It would explain why they seem to have this certain level of closeness to each other, almost knowing what the other is thinking, while at the same time feeling like two complete strangers. There was a gap in their lives that they don't know about, and are still not ready to share. It would also make any future reveals sting even more, cause what's worse than refusint to trust someone you used to share everything with long ago? I think it's an interesting perspective on friendship. Things change, people change, life changes. Shrike and Beebs are not the same people they were before, and that's scary. It's scary to be open and honest, to be vulnerable. It's not the same from when you were a kid, when you could swear everlasting friendship at the smallest act of kindness, that's not how things work.

The things they must've seen and gone through by themselves still hurt, and despite their past history together, it's still hard to imagine the other would understand-- why they did the things they did then.

But it could also give them the opportunity to reconnect once again, forming a far stronger bond than ever before, once they're aware of each other's experiences, mistakes, and fears. If they're getting along this well now, imagine how it would be once they feel safe enough with each other. To know for sure, that no matter what happens, they can still trust each other with their lives.

Or. Y'know. Maybe they just met in a random encounter in the current time and began talking, and decided to start a merc company cause they had no one else to turn to, and they tolerated eachother enough to try it <3

[sysig]

Special Counseling (Patreon)

[llatimeria]

standing at a crowded city street corner wearing a sign that reads "THE END IS NIGH" but im like happy and giggling and jumping around excitedly

[msftsn]

and @maljefe wrote in the journal : “  it was a pleasure to know you. ” she breathed out, gazing into his terrified face. show scripts of the tales of loni and kazimir.

❛  loni...  ❜ he gasps out, existential crisis momentarily forgotten as the shock brings out the most in human capacity. he stares at her with dread, electric blue eyes widened as blood splatters onto his face, covers him like paint would a canvas. and what a morbid artwork the scene makes; shewolf barely holding on above him, hovering as her breaths get weaker before she crashes down on top of the cyborg, landing harshly against metallic frame. his eyes are still fixated at the spot where she would have been just a moment ago while her blood begins to roll down his face, eyes still as shocked as he can be while he stares into nothing. he says her name again, distantly as if he doesn't quiet grasp the situation. and maybe he doesn't; if he did then in this very moment the entire city would be burning to the ground. well ... most of it; he'd have to keep it safe enough to get chris out of this hellhole.

the thought of chris snaps him back to reality, makes him raise his arms weakly as if to make loni move to get off of him. ❛ hey... you have to get up.  ❜ he speaks plainly before he raises his arms again, lightly grasping her arms to give her soft shakes this time. ❛  come on... chris will be angry if we're late.  ❜ he speaks, voice growing more desperate. why does this feel familiar, this sensation of dread and panic? ah ... that's right. he's felt it before as a scared teenager after his first murder, when he just wanted to protect a friend and then had to flee the country to keep his family out of the crossfire. when he had to abandon everything he knew at age 14 and had to find a way to survive in a foreign country. except, despite that childish terror and the dread and fear he's felt for months back then ... this here, this was worse. it sent him back to when his sister locked him in a dark room when he was seven, thinking of it as a game and only letting him out once his terrified cries reached her ears. except this time there was nobody to let him out of the darkness; the person who could have is laying motionless on top of his cold body. he shakes her again, stronger this time.

❛  hey...!! loni!! you have to get up...!! this is no place for sleeping...!! ❜ he says, louder, more frantic before he shoots to sit up, clinging to her as if she were a life vest. he can hear a pulse, faint and slow and nearing its limit but it's there. of course it is, it wouldn't be loni valadian otherwise. he thinks. if he's knows he knows a lot about her and at the same time nothing at all. fear crushes him like rubble and suddenly he's on his feet, holding her with a gentleness that seems so alien coming from him. and he's running, desperately so. with the fastest speed he can manage. foolish ideas of revenge abandoned behind him when he makes it out of the building while holding onto his past, present and future. he has to find the doctor that saved him. he has-- if anyone can come even close to saving loni (within a reasonable distance) it's that stupid doctor. he runs, ignoring anything around him, the route familiar against his will while he looks down at the one person he managed to consistently let down.

❛  don't die on me ... i promise i'll tell you everything you want ... i'll let you in ... just ... come back to me, please ... i can't lose you ... not again ...  ❜

[ttngummybear]

I am getting so fucking tired of people "coincidentally" starting to hack up their lungs uncovered toward me the moment they realize I'm wearing a mask.

I genuinely think I would be less pissy if these people just came out and said to me, "Your mask offends me and I think you don't deserve to be near me, go away."

Because that's the actual meaning behind that action. That's the end goal. They want me to feel uncomfortable and unwelcome and walk away because of it.

I *literally got directly coughed onto, twice, BY TWO SEPARATE PARTIES* at work a little while ago.

And these people literally think they're some kind of freedom fighter when they do this, that's what kills me about it. They think literally assaulting people who are minding their own goddamn business with a mask on makes them badass and rebellious.

[they-call-me-hippie]

Guess who almost died in a car crash

[appalachianapologies]

Riley: You need attention

Mac: What, just because my dad didn’t love me as a child?

Riley:

Riley: I meant medical attention

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Heheheheh e

Idk if you've done this before or something similar, but i got a brainworm and needed to tell it to someone

So, like, you know how there's a few strays in Liyue, right? All the cities really. So, like, a Reader that feeds stray cats, right? There's a dozen or so cats at any given time in the neighborhood, all of which rush to whatever door opens first, meowing loudly for food

And, like, they're floofy lil cuties that are hungry and have done no wrong in their entire lives, Reader can't help but get into the habit of feeding them whenever there's leftovers that cats can eat

So one day they open the door and go PSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS✨✨

And lo and behold, the call is heard by at least five cats and one very large abyss monster that immediately comes barreling towards them, knocking over furniture and chittering happily

oh this, this is beautiful

Legacy's not even hungry when he comes running over towards you- he just associates "pspspspss" with your sweet voice and snuggles and darts over to wrap his arms around you. but he's very happy to see the cats!! normally most smaller creatures are afraid of him, but cats are cats and don't really care about how big he is, so they swarm around his feet, meowing at you for food. you kneel so you can set down the multiple bowls in your arms and Foul Legacy watches, in awe at how comfortable you are with the fuzzy felines

you glance up at him and smile. "Want to help me feed them?"

Legacy chirps in delight and kneels down beside you, his claws outstretched as you place a few treats in his palms. one of the cats looks up from the bowl of food it was munching on and saunters over, delicately sniffing his talons before giving the treats a small nibble, settling down to enjoy the snack. you can see Legacy's wings shivering happily, shaking from the effort of staying still for the little kitty when he just wants to jump around with joy. the cat eventually finishes the treats and promptly clambers onto Foul Legacy, climbing up and onto his shoulders and curling up in his fluff, and you can't help but smile softly when you see the ecstatic look on his masked face, raising your kamera to snap a photo of them together

needless to say, he starts feeding the cats with you every day

[dutybcrne]

Me BSing hcs like: The fact that Kae is not only able to create a shield when he is dangerously low HP but also the fact that he is able to regenerate HP when he hits opponents with Frostgnaw is definitely due to him receiving his Vision when Diluc had tried to kill him in their Confrontation...but could it be possible that his familial ties to the Abyss Order could have influenced that HP drain of his-

[patchwork-crow-writes]

21 - Doomed

N.b - this piece forms a pair with "Destined". While they can be read separately, it's suggested you read them together for best results.

I... this is what I want... isn't it? To please you. To see you bare your heart and soul to me. For you to want me as much as I want you.

I see it, etched into the very fabric of my world. The insistent hand of a higher power nudging us together, never explicitly stating but only suggesting... suggesting that this is how things should be. That this is what's best.

And yet, something about it feels...

Why does this seem to be the only choice? Why does reality itself seem to contort so readily to make this happen? Is this... truly what I want for us? O-or am I being tricked into thinking that way...?

...it is blasphemy, I know. The prophecy must come to pass, and if that should make me a puppet to providence, then I am ready to accept that... that is something I came to terms with, long ago.

But just because that is what I want... or what I think I want... that should not condemn you to the same fate. It... it would be no better than trapping you in a cage, keeping you from the light you belong to, the life you were always meant to live. How can I expect you to accept such a barbaric covenant? And how could I ever be happy, watching you languish in our unhappy matrimony?

That is not love. Even I know this, naive and needy as I am.

And so, when the time comes and our quest is over, I shall release you from this, the arrangement you never consented to. And when I do, you must fly at once, and never look back. Destiny will not be so easily thwarted, but I have faith that if anyone can do so...

You must forget me. Leave me in the dark, where I belong. Let fate punish me as it will for daring to want what I cannot have.

For that is my doom.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 21

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[byclairs]

the concept of will suddenly becoming incredibly skilled with a gun and also not disliking using it is just so corny to me