#angst city

[night-market-if]

Chapter 3 update is just : PAIN PAIN PAIN lore PAIN

Me the whole time playing it : "nO- NO YOU CAN NOT HURT ME LIKE THAT"

And it only gets worse from here...

I mean! It gets better! I promise! Rainbows abound!

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[halfratsalready]

I love all of the positive feedback on Lose Yourself because it’s great to be appreciated but also because I know everyone’s gonna hate me by the time we get to the second fic in the series ☺️💕

[ickypuppi3]

So for nasty!steve...

Maybe Steve kinda toys with Billy's heart. Whenever they're in private Steve will be so kind and loving but in public he pushes Billy away. Billy wants them to have a proper relationship where they don't have to hide who they are but Steve doesn't want anything more than a quickie. And Steve always acts at the worst times, for example if they're in the showers Steve will get all flirty with Billy despite being in a public place however if Billy were to do the same thing Steve would push him away.

this is it !!

this is the dynamic

and it’s awful because billy never knows where he stands and he kinda hates himself for going back every time?

but it’s kinda.. not awful at the same time because steve can be so so sweet and he’s literally the only damn person showing billy any semblance of affection

[umbralaether]

relieved kisses

“Was it worth it, Zenos?” She can barely muster the words - every breath is fire, every movement agony.

“You performed well, my beast.”

This was it, then. She was to die here.

I’m sorry, G’raha. I couldn’t keep our promise.

Hydaelyn had no more life to give her, and the void was calling. She could close her eyes right now and sleep, and ignore the icy chill gradually leaking into her bones. You have to stay awake.

The remote drops out of thin air, a miracle, and yet she can barely move. She musters up the strength to reach it and presses the button, teleporting herself to the ship and remembers nothing after that as the void consumes her.

The void is quiet, peaceful. There is no pain here. She can see the aetherial sea, ready to welcome her with open arms. She could go there easily, no more pain or suffering. No one can hurt her there. She could hurt no one there.

You cannot do this, please! Please come back.

It isn’t her voice she hears. She takes a step away from the void.

She blinks wildly as her lungs suck in a long-overdue breath. She feels the remnants of aether and healing magic but it hurts. Every breath hurts. The pain she wields is deeper than what magic can reach, her soul has always been the target.

But still she tries to focus. Everyone is crowded around her, Alisaie and G’raha she sees first, crying and yet happy all the same. He’s holding her hand, gripping it tightly she realizes after a moment. The others have worried and concerned expressions but all of them are relieved.

She focuses then on G’raha. Her G’raha, the voice she heard calling her back. How could she ever leave him behind? She trains all her energy in sitting up so she can pull the Miqo’te towards her.

“Careful-“ G’raha is cut off by her tugging him to her, hungrily pressing her lips to his. Long overdue, she clings to him and doesn’t care that they’re in full audience. He kisses her back in full force, letting her slowly slump into him.

“I thought you were…” he can’t finish the sentence.

“I will fight through anything for you.”

[thequeenofthewinter]

Ok, for the battery ask, I have 35!

After looking at the list, I'm prepped for angst!

Thanks dear Pebble <3

35--How does your character look and feel when crying?

Ouch. Yes, definite angst.

Dahlia is not the prettiest of criers. Her whole face crumbles, her eyes squeeze closed, and she doesn't hold back as the tears fall when she sobs. She might try the best she can to delay them, but she feels things quite deeply, especially when something emotional is involved. ...and when she feels guilty or if she believes something is her fault or could have been prevented--forget about it. She spirals.

Don't leave her alone.

[dreadfutures]

Ixchel deals with the consequences of the excursion into Valammar.

[asifyoudidntknow]

"Honestly? I don't have an answer to that, Mulder. Would I have gone to you. Would you have come to me? Maybe. We'll never know. But I can tell you this. This spring, while I was okay, and sort-of happy, and was getting my head straight, and was rebuilding being healthy, I was lonely as hell for you. Because there's no one else out there who even comes close to filling up that empty place in me that you fill up with one smile, one flippant remark, one more exuberantly delivered far-fetched theory. AND I missed our work, because while it's frustrating and dangerous and sometimes downright ridiculous, it's challenging and it's never dull and I love it. I love working together. I love being partners. So maybe instead of giving it up for me, you should be asking if I would give it up for you."

Five Years and One Night by Shalimar

[teabiscs]

An ex-yubo song fic with the song love is gone by slander/Dylan matthew

[fantastic-nonsense]

got a message out of the blue about that 'why Batman doesn't kill' explanation I left on someone else's post like two years ago but it was just "wait is Alfred dead????" and I sort of forgot that most of tumblr Batfam fandom doesn't actually read comics and so largely has no idea that Bane killed Alfred back in 2019 and he's stayed dead since

[choochooboss]

Passing through a shopping street in Nimbasa City~ [Festival of Family 2/8]

Over 60 hours on a year long span of sketching, compositing, rendering, lighting.. is finally over!! I am proud of the results but oh boy I am so happy to finally move onto other pieces ahah!

WIPs under the cut!

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

+Bonus

[strange-birb]

This is an old drawing I did like 10 months ago lol

But I love her so ✨💅

[ghostr0tz]

too much angst content with their past , I NEED THEM TO BE SILLY AND STUPID TOGETHER !!!!!!!

[umbralaether]

Oh man buckle up while I curse the void with my angsty Haurchefant blip from my recent wip……

[mariposa-writes]

The Rumor Mill

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Overview: The truth hurts more than the rumors.

CW: infidelity, betrayal, emotional distress, and relationship complications.

As the rumors continued to spread, you couldn't help but feel a jumbled mix of frustration and hurt. Every other day seemed to bring about a new headline or TikTok video speculating on Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift's supposed relationship. You knew that it shouldn't matter. After all, you and Travis were nothing more than friends with benefits. Despite all this, it didn't make the rumors sting any less.

You wouldn't have agreed to being fuck buddies if you'd known what laid ahead. In the beginning, it sounded like a great idea; both of your jobs were too time consuming for any kind of committed relationship. Yet after some time, you started to develop feelings for the six-foot-five tight end, and you couldn't help the ball of anxiety that continued to grow in your stomach, knowing that you'd be the one walking away with a broken heart.

It was Travis's fault, really, for being so infuriatingly perfect. He went above and beyond to make sure you felt cherished, both inside and outside the bedroom. From ordering takeout on your busiest nights to ensuring that your pleasure surpassed his in every encounter, he always left you feeling valued.

He texted you this evening, asking what you were up to. You knew this was his way of inviting himself over for sex. Typically, you'd be all for it, but with all the rumors going around, you decided against it. Sorry, not feeling too good. Started my period. That was the response you gave him. It wasn't completely false - your period had indeed started and you weren't exactly feeling your best either. However, Travis usually didn't mind when you were on your period and the amazing orgasms he gifted tended to ease away any cramps.

You didn't bother waiting for his reply, instead tossing your phone on the white fluffy rug and heading for your kitchen. All you wanted to do was curl up on your couch with a tub of ice cream and watch reruns of love island, to make yourself feel a little better about your life.

You grabbed the rocky road from the fridge, doing just that as you snuggled into your comfy couch. You only made it through one and a half episodes, before your door bell was ringing. You groaned, throwing the blanket off of you and heading for the front door.

It was probably your stupid neighbor lady, wanting to complain about how you didn't hid your trashcans well enough. You yanked open the door, ready to go off on the poor soul standing on the other size, but to your surprise Travis was there with flowers and a grocery bag in his hand, a Walgreens bag specifically.

"Brought you some things to help you feel better," he announced, his tone gentle and caring, making your stomach flutter. Without a word, you stepped aside, inviting him into your space.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he placed the bag and flowers on your spotless kitchen counter. The vibrant bouquet added a touch of color to the room, and you couldn't help but appreciate the gesture even though a knot of mixed emotions still clung to your heart.

"Thanks but you didn't have to do that," you said, your voice laced with genuine gratitude and a hint of reluctance. You wanted to convey your appreciation, but the complicated nature of your relationship with Travis made accepting such kindness a double-edged sword.

A scoff escaped your lips, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you turned away from him. If you truly held a place of significance in his life, why did he talk so casually about his potential involvement with Taylor Swift on his podcast? That single conversation had been the catalyst for all the rumors, and deep down, you couldn't completely dismiss the possibility that they might be true. After all, the two of you rarely shared the intricate details of your day-to-day lives.

His brows furrowed, his concern evident in his furrowed brow. "What was that about?"

"Nothing," you mumbled, refusing to meet his gaze.

He persisted, a determined note creeping into his voice. "It was clearly something."

You hesitated, the words lingering on the tip of your tongue. The turmoil of emotions within you was too tangled to unravel in this moment, but Travis deserved to know your thoughts, even if they were filled with uncertainty.

Sighing, you finally spoke, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "It doesn't matter right now."

He rounded the kitchen island, his steps purposeful as he positioned himself squarely in front of you. In a decisive move, he gently but firmly grasped your wrists, his touch demanding your full attention. "You can tell me if something's wrong," he persisted, his eyes locked onto yours, his determination unwavering.

You drew in a deep breath, your mind racing with the weight of the question that had been gnawing at you. Maybe it was best to confront it head-on, to rip off the bandage, even if it meant facing an uncomfortable truth.

"Are the rumors about you and Taylor Swift true?" The words slipped from your lips, laced with a mixture of anxiety and longing. You held your gaze steady, searching for any hint of honesty in his eyes. "Are you two talking, or dating, or anything like that?" The silence that followed your question stretched, urging you to speak again.

He sighed, releasing your wrists and rubbing his chin, his actions speaking louder than words. The lack of an immediate response told you more than you needed to know, and a wellspring of emotions surged within you.

"Seriously?" you questioned, taking a step back from him, anger seeping into your voice. "I thought you had enough respect to at least end things with me before pursuing an international superstar." You were furious, and the betrayal you felt was palpable.

When you and Travis had embarked on this arrangement, you had agreed on one fundamental rule – exclusivity. Despite the lack of a formal commitment, there was an unspoken understanding that you wouldn't be sleeping with other people, even if your connection wasn't officially labeled as a relationship.

He knew about your past, about your parents and your father's infidelity that had marred your childhood. He knew that infidelity was the one thing you despised above all else. He knew it was the reason you had been hesitant to pursue conventional relationships or believe in the concept of love.

You took a deep, steadying breath, your efforts aimed at quelling the storm of emotions inside you. "You need to go," you said, your voice firm and resolute. When he remained rooted in place, you added with an urgency, "Now."

"I'm sorry," he whispered softly, his voice laced with remorse as he retrieved his keys from the kitchen island, his footsteps carrying him toward the front door.

Your silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken disappointment, as you waited for the telltale sound of the door closing behind him. When it finally did, it was as if a dam had burst within you, and the tears flowed freely. Each tear felt like a piece of your heart breaking, and the pain was almost unbearable. You had believed Travis to be a good guy, someone different from the men you had known before. Yet, in this moment, it seemed he had let you down, just like so many others had in the past.