#angst??

[luckycloverforducks]

Tried to doodle Caine for the first time and for some reason I landed on this

[berrythefish]

pov: your other self(s) from another location are doing better than you.

Yall...I like the idea of other locations. What if like, while a y/n is like making sun/moon happy, another sun/moon are like doing pretty terribly. Then later find out about their other selfs and start to envy them.

..uh

ormaybethisismywayofthinkinghowotherauswithinthepizzaplexexistqksbqkqshhhhh

[s0apmactav1sh]

Its literally 4am where I am and I just had this thought.

Widowed!King!Price x Devoted!Knight!Reader.

King Price who lost his husband recently and is now going through the motion of the Royal Selection to find a suitor that's fit enough to become the kings consort of England. But Price is quickly bored of this believing he will never find anyone as loving and caring as his late husband was.

Knight!Reader who has so graciously taken the role as Prices offical guard and notices the way his king is faltering while sitting upon his throne. But he just cant have that. The man he has devoted himself to, mind body and soul, looking so defeated in a chair that hes usually so highly pearched in.

Knight!Reader who somehow convinces King!Price to rest for the night. Leading him from the throne room to the large chambers where the kings bed is perfectly made up and right in the middle of the room. Price who climbs into bed before looking over at his guard and asking the very simple question of:

"Do you have someone waiting for you in your chambers?"

King!Price who waits for an answer not knowing the mini battle of demons knight!reader is facing in his head. There was never anyone waiting for him. No wife or husband, not even a pet. How could there be? All of his devotion goes towards his king, the only man that matters because in Knight!Readers eyes his only purpose is to live and die for his king. And so it shocks Prices when his answer is:

"There is no one, your highness. My only purpose in this life is to serve you. And if it comes to it, die for you aswell"

Of course Price is fasinated with this. Not believe that his knight had never held someone, never had anyone for himself. But he cant help the small grin that comes to his face as he feels the same as him, without his husband he had no one. And in that moment he couldnt help but continue with small jabs at the poor knight who was only trying to do his job:

"So you've never had anyone? Do you not wish for it? The comfort of another, the touch of skin off skin? Why is that you have no one, tell me soldier."

Its an order to knight!reader. To reveal to his king the darkest truth about him. But to reader its an oath he lived by and under no circumstances would he ever betray it. Because betraying the oath would be like walking in the firey pits of hell as a man full of sins.

"I am bruised and burned. Scratched and scarred. Devoted to the crown and loyal to its king. There isnt a soul out there that would want a man like me. I am merely a soldier with nothing else but my title as the kings guard to live off of"

And that set of words has Price crumbling. Just knowing how devoted he truly was underneath the layers of seriousness and gruffness. It was like he had managed to pull away the toughest layer of dirt, grime and blood and reveal the mans real skin underneath. The skin of which was littered with the bruises, burns scars and scratched he spoke of. But also the skin of the man who was the perfect fit to the king.

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I have no clue what this is, and if its any good but hopefully it is. I am aware this is an alex keller blog but this idea was to perfect for Price.

@rodolfoparras

[mxqlss]

BETTY. — LH43

Sypnosis: In which, Luke realizes how he misses reader after cheating on her in August and now has to deal with trying to get you back.

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Reader (Song-wise: Betty)

jess’ song choice:

September of 2020.

Betty, I won't make assumptions About why you switched your homeroom, but I think it's cause of me

Luke sat in class, listening to the teacher speak until he noticed reader wasn't in the room. With that he raised his hand "Uhm, Miss where is Y/N?" he asked in confusion as to why she wasn't there.

"Ms. L/N has switched homeroom classes, she will no longer be in this class anymore," she said as Luke's eyes widened. He knew exactly why she switched classes after that, he knew he fucked up big time but he didn't think that she would switch classes because of it.

You heard the rumours from Inez You can't believe a word she says Most times, but this time, it was true

Everyone was whispering around her. Luke always wondered why, because every time they whispered to her they always pointed at him. Till he found out that everyone knew about what he did this summer.

He looked around him to which he found Y/N's eyes staring right at him, her eyes looking glassy and her lips trembling, once her eyes met Luke's she turned around and walked away.

Luke always tried to find a way to talk to her with no one else around them but everytime he would see her she would end up walking the opposite way from him, completely ignoring him at all costs.

But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself

Luke sat in his room in the middle of November with a box in front of him. A box he wanted to give her for her 17th birthday. It was filled with memories of them and her favourite things like candy and things they did together, along with a letter to her about how much he loved her.

He kept contimplating wether he should go or not, he wanted to go but he didn't think she would want him there after what he did. She kept ignoring him at school so why would he go? What would she say to him if he showed up at her doorstep? Tell him to go fuck himself? Would she want him there to begin with?

In the garden would you trust me If I told you it was just a summer thing? I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

Luke sat up from his bed and walked over to his shelf with memories and gifts from you that he kept as his trophies. In his head he kept asking himself why he did it when he was with her. As tears started to stream down his face he knew he fucked up big time and deep down he knows he misses her and loves y/n so much.

As Luke took deep breaths and wiped the tears off his face he yet again contemplated wether he should go or not, looking back at the gift he had for her. He wanted to go to her house so bad and just hug her and kiss her telling her how much he hated being away from her and how he hated what he did to you. He knew as a seventeen-year-old he didn't know what he was doing and for infact he knew nothing at all about how to love.

It affected him so bad that it interfered with his hockey. Making him mess up every game and practice, listening to his coaches yell at him not understanding how he went from becoming a great player to a messy and unorganized one, and even dealing with his brothers telling him how bad he's fucked up and how it affected him so bad he had to do something about it sooner.

Betty, I'm here on your doorstep And I planned it out for weeks now But it's finally sinkin' in

Luke stood there staring at the door in front of him. The door he would go to every few nights to take his girl to dinners and dates or even to hang out with her at her house. It finally sank in that he was there, holding her gift in hand as he rang the doorbell while loud music was playing in the house that you could hear it from outside.

It took him weeks to convince himself to go to her house, even if it meant for her to yell and scream at him to get out or go away and never contact her or approach her at all.

Betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when You see my face again The only thing I wanna do Is make it up to you

As the door opened, his gaze caught hers. She was wearing one of his favourite dresses he had bought for her. In his favourite colour. She stared at him briefly, wondering why he had come to her door.

"Luke.. you showed up?.." she asked, tears starting to form in her eyes. He let out a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, uhm.. here's your birthday gift. Happy birthday, Y/N" he let out one of his smiles, making her heart break even more. As she examined his face, she noticed his features, all the baggy eyes and puffy bloodshot eyes.

Luke had done the same and noticed how her face looked like she had been crying for the past month not getting much sleep. It had both affected them like crazy. They had both missed each other's simple gestures they would do for each other.

Behind Y/N was a picture frame of both of them, sitting at the lake house one year. Jack had taken the picture and sent it to his mom and her mom where they had both printed the picture and had it in their houses.

"You still have the photo framed.." Luke smiled softly again, making Y/N nod and give one of the smallest smiles. "Yeah, It never left that spot," she said as she looked behind her and back at him, tears now running down her face

Yeah, I showed up at your party Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch In front of all your stupid friends?

Luke and Y/N were now on the porch with the door still wide open, tears streaming down their faces as they talked. Luke had wiped his tears before wiping hers leaving his hand resting on her cheek. Her hand held the hand on her cheek, melting into his soft touch.

They both kept on talking and comforting each other till Luke had to leave as he had practice in the morning. As his hand left her cheek, she began to feel lost without his touch and him to guide her like he always did, they were perfect but it's always the right person wrong time.

As he began to leave he just wanted to feel her lips against his one last time, would it always be the same kiss he dreamed of when he kissed her? He stood there facing away from her before turning to face her again, she stood there as she watched him leave. Watching the one she wanted to marry and be with for the rest of her life walk away.

If you kissed me, will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings? I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

"I hope you know, I miss you.."

"I miss you too, Lukey."

authors note!

I thought of this today and finished today.. which was kinda odd but it’s whatever! I hope you liked it since its my first time writing something like this instead of insta posts!

I have more works but im trying to perfect them so its good and not all choppy like this one! Overall I hope you liked this! If not, thats okay!

xoxo jess

[your-honor-im-zesty]

What do I deserve, really?

Will should've known better. He really should've.

When Nico had first mentioned the idea of a family dinner ("Persephone's just about dying to meet you, she'll turn me into a flower if you stay away any longer"), Will had been elated. It meant another significant step in their relationship; it meant they were becoming serious. Not to mention, he had always wanted to meet Hades. Call him weird, but he had a strange fascination with death. He was a medic, after all, and however much he studied and healed and learned, there were always surprises in store for him. Death was an infinite topic; Will would've gladly sat through a lyceum taught by Hades.

But now, as he sat at the dinner table in the Underworld king's palace, he wished he had just thrown his boyfriend under the bus and let him be turned into a flower.

It was just the four of them- Will, Nico, Hades, and Persephone. They each sat on one side of the long, rectangular wooden table, which would've been a nice table had there not been literal skulls hanging off the sides. Just his luck, he was seated all the way across from Nico.

He couldn't tell what was worse. Persephone's onslaught of rapid questions ("You're the camp medic, correct? The one for the past few years?" "Tell me, are children of Apollo allergic to lies? I've always wondered." "How did you and Nico meet?"), Hades's stony silence (the closest thing to conversation Will had made with him was a request to pass the salt, which he'd done with rather unnecessary force), or the amused glint in Nico's eyes as he watched the scene unfold. Will was very tempted to strangle him, except choking your boyfriend in front of said boyfriend's father was probably not the wisest move.

The only thing that kept Will remotely close to sane was the food. It may have been the Underworld, kingdom of the dead, but the food was spectacular. 5/5 stars. Hades truly didn't accept anything but the best.

He gulped. He hoped Hades would lower his standards for him; Will wasn't exactly the best, compared to other demigods. Like Percy Jackson, for one. But then again, Hades hated Percy with a vehement passion, so maybe that was all for the best.

But the dinner wasn't bad, per se. It was awkward, sure, and very much uncomfortable. But Will Solace was the master of uncomfortable. He was a veteran of 2 wars, had saved more campers than he would've ever dreamed of; he'd spent sleepless nights, working to aid injuries and prevent death. He could do uncomfortable.

At least, that was what he thought.

Hades signaled the skeleton waiter to take up their plates and prepare for the dessert course, then leaned towards Will. His eyes were dark, obsidian. Like Nico's, his mind thought unhelpfully.

"So...Will," Hades said his name slowly, like he was testing out the sound of it. It was probably just his nature, but Will got the strong impression that Hades had spent the appetizer and main dish courses analyzing him, sizing him up. Probably wondering why the hell Nico had even given him a second glance. "I understand you and my son have been...courting, for a while now."

Courting? Will bit his lip to hold back his laughter. It was such an old-fashioned term, yet Hades looked completely serious. "Yes, sir," he responded, trying to sound as amiable as possible. He schooled his features into an expression of utmost respect; across the table, Nico (the little shit) was smirking again. Will refused to make eye contact with him (first of all, Nico had absolutely NO business looking that good in his father's palace of all places).

Hades studied him, those dark eyes unnerving. It reminded him of how Nico first used to look at him- distrustfully, coldly. He involuntarily flinched.

The corner of Hades's mouth twitched at the movement. "I am sure you know by now that Nico has incredibly high standards."

"I do," agreed Nico- were they ganging up on him? A father-son duo? Gods, Will should've asked for Apollo to be invited; but then again, the sun god would probably rather be stripped of mortality again than step foot into the Underworld.

Will swallowed nervously and licked his lips; they were getting dry. Had he drank water today? He was supposed to stay hydrated; he of all people knew the dangers of dehydration. "Yes, sir," he said, almost hoarsely.

Hades leaned forward then, further this time. His eyes flashed. "Let me ask you something then..." There was something in his tone that incited a sliver of apprehension within Will's chest. Nico's face grew serious, like he, too could hear it.

"Do you believe you're worthy of my son?"

Nico stiffened up, his face flashing with unidentifiable emotions. Persephone's eyebrows shot up, and she gave her husband a look. Not surprised, but unimpressed, like she knew something along these lines would happen and disapproved.

Will felt a warm flush creep upon his face. He stared at Hades, stomach lurching unpleasantly. For some reason, his lips seemed to be sealed tight, and determined not to re-open.

"I..."

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So this is part 1 of my angsty will + solangelo fic :))) i'll post part 2 prolly sometime this week lmao but until then enjoy this load of shit

edit: part 2 is up! check my blog :)

[wistfullywaiting2]

Torture trigger warning

When it comes to being tortured, both Atsushi and Akutagawa are terrifying in their own rights.

Akutagawa responds to the pain in sharp horrifying shrieks, not like the way a human being screams in pain, but more reminiscent of how a baby or toddler laughs. Incoherent babbling, he mutters Dazai’s name insistently like a chant. Not begging for help or relief simply pledges of loyalty to a man who no longer exists in the way Akutagawa needs him to. He says the name Dazai but he’s calling out to the demon prodigy. Too busy laughing or babbling to tell any sort of useful information, it’s a losing game.

With Atsushi it’s almost the complete opposite, it’s like a crucial part of him disappears. Empty eyes, the only noises he makes are the involuntary reactions that his body makes on it’s own. No matter what you do to him it’s radio silent, tv channels set to static. The only man that could do this to him and actually win is in the dirt. Within a couple hours you can see that you are attempting to destroy the mind of someone who has faced endless amounts of torment. To break something that has been broken and put back together against its own will countless times. You can’t even get through to him in a way that matters

[evix-syne666]

Is this a prompt? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

So we know that at some point (at least in an animated series) Jason raised Damian before going back to Gotham and becoming Red Hood. So, what if Damian gets seriously injured while on patrol, and Jason, who has regained some memories of being the primary caregiver of baby Damian, is the one who witnessed Damian get injured, let's say by a gunshot close to or in a vital organ.

Damian is lying on the ground, struggling to breathe, he is scared, but his training doesn't allow him to show it. He is panicking, because despite all his training he is a child, he is only ten. He lets out a small whimper, he is in pain, it hurts to breathe, and moving is out of the question.

Jason, who saw when Damian got shot, suddenly remembers a time when he was encouraging Damian to take his first step, he sees himself helping Damian with his stance as he holds a sword, and he remembers bandaging Damian after training and one of his teachers went too far. He runs, he runs as fast as he can to be by Damian's side. He drops to his knees ignoring the pain as he hits the ground, he gently grabs Damian and brings him closer to his chest. He whispers encouraging words, he is crying, and he takes off his helmet to allow Damian to look at his face.

Damian is confused as to why Jason is holding him so gently, why is his babi(Daddy), no his 'akh (Brother) is holding him so gently, he unconsciously leans closer to Jason, he lets his warmth soothe him.

Jason is panicking, but he finally remembers his abn(son), his mawlud dhukir(Baby boy), and he is losing him, his altiniyn altifl(Baby Dragon) is dying, he holds Damian close to him as if his life depended on it, he cries as he holds him.

Bruce is confused and scared, he sees his second oldest son run towards his badly injured brother and take off his helmet, he fears that Jason will take off in a pit rage, but his fears are unfounded, as he only sits there holding Damian as if he were the most important thing on the world, he doesn't understand why, and he hates it, he hates not understanding.

Jason ignores the way Bruce is looking at him, he ignores it to try and stop Damian's bleeding, he can't see, his tears are blurring his vision, and the domino mask makes it impossible for them to fall. He rips it off not giving a fuck about his identity being discovered. He feels Damian go limp on his hold, he turns around and starts screaming at Bruce to help his goddamn son, he is hysterical.

The others try to approach to take Damian from Jason, but he isn't letting them get near them, he threatens them and points his gun at them. His baby is dying, and he can't do anything about it. He stands up gently holding Damian and he runs to the Batmobile, he yells at Bruce to open it, and when it unlocks he doesn't let go of Damian, he climbs to the passenger seat and puts the coordinates towards the Batcave, he doesn't wait for any them to take off.

He arrives at the cave and barrels to the med bay, he rips Damian's uniform off, grabs the med kit, and gets to work. He takes out the bullet and stitches the wound, he knows this isn't the worst injury Damian has experienced, but it is the first time he remembers being the one on the raise Damian, he was the one who took care of him, fed him, changed him, bathed him, he is this kids father more than Bruce is.

Just an idea, I don't know where to go from here :3 You can use this if you want to <3

[mustereddd]

Final picture

Colour but gave up

Sketch but not really sketch

Anyways the 3) is hmm turning grey btw. But yeah I'm drawing JD remembering what happened to her. I feel like I'ma do more of these "comic" stuff but I'm loving this amnesia au of JD. Might add some headcannons as well after but this is the final look cause I'm lazy. Also I made Rosie puff look like an ice-cream cause I feel like pop trolls would make them look like candy or anything sweet 🧁. But yeah hope you like it!

[creamymilkk]

Could you do a one where the reader and Vance we're together and the reader was killed by the grabber before Vance. And the reader trys to help Vance escape and stay safe from the grabber when he gets kidnapped (and Vance can communication with the reader through the phone like Finney did but he can also see them bc when he turned around while still on the phone bc he heard a voice which was the readers and he also finds out the reader was murdered by the grabber and gets pissed)but the reader ends up failing to protect him and Vance died too and they can finally be together again?

⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 📞 I promise. 📞 .♡

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and GN! Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: imagine.

× &﹕Summary: You try your hardest to get Vance out of here.

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): I loved this idea! Btw Im trying to catch up in requests so requests are going to be slow.

masterlist | Requests: OPEN

Vance's eyes slowly opened and his whole body felt like shit. His head hurt like crazy when his eyes fully opened. He was in an unknown place, he got up. Vance saw him.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” He yelled out to the unknown man with a weird-looking devil mask. Until it hit him. It was the grabber. The person that took away his lover.

“It’s too late for yelling.” The grabber calmly stated. He was holding a plate, he put the plate on the floor. It was shitty-looking eggs and a soda bottle.

“Where the hell am I?” “In my basement.” He started looking at him.

“Just eat.” “I’m not fucking eating that,” Vance said to the grabber disgusted and mad.

“Oh, your problem. You are already down here. “ The grabber went to the basement door. Vance was in disbelief, how did he get kidnapped by him?

He was stronger than the grabber he knew that. He beaten up three kids in under 2 minutes. He was just mad and confused until he turned around. There was a black phone.

‘How dumb is he?’ Vance thought. The grabber already knew what he was doing and thinking about. “The phone doesn’t work. It hasn’t worked since I was a kid.”

With that being said, he closed the door. For the first time in his life, he truly felt hopeless. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say. He looked at the food next to the bed.

He wasn’t going to eat the eggs or the soda. He didn’t care if he was going to starve to death.

Two days. For two days, his face was coated in dirt. His jacket was slowly losing its color, his once white shirt. Was covered with mud and blood. This was the third day, yesterday he tried punching the grabber but that ended horribly. He got beaten.

He would try and kill him. He wanted to snap his neck, he wanted to kill him. For them.

He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to fight but he couldn’t. Just not yet, he wanted to fight him when the time is just right. His thoughts were all over the place.

RING RING RING.

‘Was that? That couldn’t be..’ he quickly got off the bed and went to the phone. He was right, the phone was ringing. ‘What? How?’ He picked up the phone.

He put it next to his ear, it was just sadistic. Fucking. Sadetic. He thought he could have escaped. The grip of the phone tightened. He smashed the phone back into its place when he was about to turn around.

RING RING RING.

He turns around, ‘I swear to god.’ He picked up the phone. It was sadetic until he heard a faint “Hello?” “Hello?!?” He almost yelled into the phone. Maybe he could escape, his eyes almost lightened up.

“Hello.” The line was more clear and he couldn’t believe what he heard. It was y/n. The person he loves. “Y/n? Baby.” He said, his voice cracking. He couldn’t believe his ears. “Vance? It’s been forever..” you spoke in a sweet gentle voice.

“Y/n… I can’t believe it’s you..” he said, his voice breaking. “Y/n… I remember.” You said almost forgetting your name.

Before Vance could say anything, the phone disconnected. “Y/n!” He was about to cry. “You can’t talk to the dead.” That voice.

He turned around and it was him. “Stay the fuck away from me.” “Oh don’t worry. I just wanted to check up on you.” He stated.

“You’ve done your check-up! Go.” He said to the grabber in an angry tone.

“If I need to.” The grabber turn around and walked out of the basement.

Vance was about to cry until he noticed the door unlocked. ‘That fucking idiot.’ He thought. Quickly went to the door and when he was about to open it.

RING RING RING.

It was ringing. It’s y/n. He ran to the phone and picked it up, “hello?” “Don’t go upstairs. He’s waiting.” You spoke out.

“What?” “He didn’t say you could leave. If you do, he will punish you. With hitting you with that belt. It hurts like hell.” You said.

“Did he hit you..?” He said to you, Vance turned around and there was you. Standing in front of him.

Your hair was a mess, the outfit was covered in dirt and blood. A lot of blood and your eyes were gone. Blood dripped out of them. You were a mess.

“Y/n..?” He mumbled out.

“You could see me?” You said in the same soft voice. “Yeah… I can.” Vance answered, still holding the phone.

“Did he hit you.” He asked you again. “He did much more than that.” You walked close to him.

“He killed me. I tried to escape.. I really tried Vance.” You cupped his cheek with your hand.

Your once warm and gentle hand was now cold. Since soft and gentle, he wanted to kill that asshole.

“I'm going to kill him! I swear.” Vance said in an angry tone. He looked at you, almost crying out of anger.

“Don’t worry about me Vance… I promise I will help you escape.” You always cared about other people, when he found out you were gone. He was such a crying mess, he wished that he was there to help you. To protect you. To hug you. To tell you that everything will be okay.

“For right now, don’t go upstairs. He’s waiting, Vance. Eat. That food won’t hurt you.” With that. You were gone, he wished he could have talked to you more. But he will listen to you. He will kill that mother fucker. For you.

He quickly got the plate with eggs and soda. He ate the food fast, he almost forgot that he was straving. He drank the soda, even though the Grabber food tasted like shit. He was hungry.

Vance was just sitting down, thinking of what you said. ‘I promise I will help you escape.’ He couldn’t believe that you were protecting him. He wanted so badly to see you or even talk about what happened. He got up, and picked up the phone.

“Y/n.. please answer. I just wanna talk to you. Even just to hear your voice. Please.” He begged. He still heard nothing.

He let out a sigh, and was about to lay on the dirty so called ‘bed’ until..

RING RING RING.

he almost jumped to the phone, he picked up the phone. “Y/n?” “Hey Vance.” You spoke. He turned around and you were there.

“What happened? Do you remember anything?” He questioned you. “It’s all a blur. All I know is what happened here. I do remember you.” You said looking at him.

“I swear that this won’t happen to you.” you spoke to him.

“I love you, Vance.” “I love you too,” Vance said still crying and smiling.

2 weeks. He did everything you told him to, he just wanted to get out of this hell. Today was the day to kill that fucking jackass. The one that did this to you. The one that took your life. The grabber was taking his time.

He couldn’t wait to hear him scream and beg him for his life. Vance was waiting and hiding behind the walls. That’s when the grabber opened the door with the plate of eggs and soad like always done. Vance swears every time the eggs get grosser. “Breakfast Tim-“ he was cut off. “TODAY IS THE DAY MOTHERFUCKER.”

When Vance quickly punched him in the face, the plate of eggs dropped before they both knew it. They were fighting. Vance was fighting like he never had before. He really wanted to kill him. Until the grabber got some pole laying around and hit him right in the face. Vance quickly falled back.

His nose was broken and bleeding ALOT. Everything was getting blurry, “Naughty boy.” He chuckled. Vance turned his head and saw you. You were standing crying.

Then everything went black.

He worked up and was somewhere he didn’t remember being. ‘Where the hell is this?’ He thought to himself. “Vance..?” He turned around and saw you.

“Y/n..” You quickly ran into Vance’s arms, hugging him tight. You quickly started crying, “I’m s-sorry Vance’s. I broke my promise.” “It’s okay.” Vance said to you.

“It’s not. You should be outside and enjoying life.” You cried out. “Baby…y/n.” He said to you,

You look deeply into his baby ocean eyes. “I don’t care about that. I don’t care. All I want is to be with you for the rest of my life.” He spoke to you.

“I love you.” With that you two kissed.

[collectingsorrows444]

[lahmajun]

wow i love party poison so much i want to see them at the lowest point of their life😁

[innocent-cat]

May I request an angsty Vax (vox machina) x reader, where the reader likes Vax but he doesn't know it especially paired with his feeling for Keyleth at the time. But when he figures out he rethinks his feelings, but by then the reader feels like the Second pick. (It can have a happy or angsty ending, whatever feels right to you)

GUYS IM BACK!!!! have this and two others im keeping on the burner to write. There were five, so if you don't see your's pop up anytime soon, its because I didn't know how to write it. Loved the ideas, though◡̈

Vax'ildan Vessar x Reader

Warnings - None

"An option, never his priority.", Vax x Reader

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The fire whips in the direction of the wind and crackles in defiance against the small pellets of snow fall onto it, burning the firewood, which was already charred on nearly every side.

You sat next to your best friend, Vex, who had known about your love for Vax for months now. All she could feel was pity for you when she watches you stare off into the dark and starry night, looking anywhere except the two people in front of you.

Vax and Keyleth. Vax shot empty flirts at Keyleth without any reaction from her, as she blankly looks into the fire uninterested in him.

From the corner of your own eyes, you can feel Vex looking at you with a look on her face that you hated. It felt embarrassing for her to give you that look of empathy for so long, and it brought you back to the moment.

Taking a deep breath in through your nose, you held it for just a second. You let it out through your mouth and watch the air fog for just a moment. You look at Vex through the side of your eye, making eye contact, and she quickly looks away.

You sigh. The silence between the entire group was killing you, and you caught second hand embarrassment from Vax flirting with Keyleth like no one could hear them.

To be fair, no one but you and Vex were paying attention. Percy was tinkering with something that you couldn't be bothered enough to ask about, Pike and Grog were fast asleep. How could they fall asleep so quickly in this cold?

You slid off the log you sat on, the rough texture of the bark along it pushed against you and the snow crunched under your feet when you stood. Without looking around, you simply walk away into the snowed in forest.

"If you get lost just give us a shout." Vex's voice ringed through your ears, and you gave her a nod without turning to look at her.

Snow continued to crunch under your feet as you trudged into the forest. It was extremely dark, and the trees made you feel crowded. The trees rock as you push the pines out of the way, feeling the snow piled on them seep into your mittens, creating a soggy feeling on your hands.

Turning to an opening, you see a few logs turned to one another. It seems another group of travelers had passed through here once or twice before too. The world is really small, anyway. Not too hard to think about. You cast a fire spell on their old fire pit, watching the charcoal burn again. You sit down on a log, and stare into the sky, enjoying lonesomeness.

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(third person POV switch)

Keyleth awkwardly stood up and followed you after a few minutes of awkwardness with Vax. She tightly gripped and wrapped her faux coat around herself. Vex and Vax make eye contact, and glance between themselves and Percy. Vex shrugs and speaks.

"You know she doesn't love you. Quit bothering the poor girl, Vax."

Percy glances up at the siblings, but opts to continue fixing and cleaning his trinket.

Vax sighs, and turns his face away from Vex, not saying a word, waiting for her to say something he would choose to continue off of.

Vex scoffs at his stubbornness to the conversation. "Have you ever paid attention to how they look at you? YOU guys would work out. Not you and Keyleth!" Vex's accent gets thicker as she continues to voice her complaints about Vax's irony to not notice anything around him.

Vax pauses, and looks as if he's thinking to himself and piecing together evidence in his head.

"...You mean to tell me, that this whole time, all those gifts, and all the times they've been flustered without reason, was because they're in love with me?" Vax mumbled to Vex, still putting it together.

Out of the corner of her eye, Vex could see Percy rolling his eyes to their conversation. It was obvious he could tell too, in fact, him and Vex had spoken about it a few times when they had nothing better to do.

Now, it's Vex's turn to roll her eyes. And that she did. "What do you think I just said to you?" She scoffs after her sentence is stated.

Silence falls over the two and only the wind, the crackling fire, and Percy's tinkering can be heard. Soft crunching and talking can be heard from the forest.

(3rd person POV switch)

I softly laugh with Keyleth as we step back to the group's makeshift firepit. Before I can sit, Keyleth sits next to Vex, which forces me to sit next to Vax. Before I do, Vex waves me over and whispers into my ear.

"I told him"

I give her an annoyed look and she smiles smugly at me. I quickly turn before anything can be insinuated between the others and sit next to Vax.

This time, Vax seemed to be nervous to sit next to me. He was drooling over Keyleth just a second ago, You couldn't understand how he could change his mind so fast.

You close your eyes and decide not to think about it, trying to sleep quietly. It was late, and you were too tired to talk after the grueling work done today, which had to be followed with miles of walking to do the next morning.

When Vax notices this, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you in to rest on his shoulder. While his touch his warm, and something you've yearned for, you didn't like it. You didn't welcome it.

It wasn't what you yearned for. It felt forced.

The vibrations of his voice rumbles on his chest, and you could feel it in your head, but your hearing was muffled. It felt like you could hear their conversation in another room. You felt him hesitate when talking to Keyleth, but he spoke to her in that same tone.

He was settling for you.

You could feel an unsettling sense in your stomach, it made you uncomfortable, and it made you squirm.

You didn't want to be his second choice.

[gaycragula]

could we get a genji x injured!reader? like they are on a mission and the reader gets hurt. angst or fluff, whatever you want to do! Tysm!

I'm Okay

Pairing: Genji x Injured GN Reader Warnings: Mentions of injuries and blood, passing out. I don't know if I could call this angst but ?? It's mostly fluff Word Count: 597

You knew you’d been shot. You felt it hit you, tear through your skin. It sent waves of pain through you and you couldn’t determine where you’d been hit, nor could you tell if you’d been hit more than once. 

You must’ve cried out when you were hit because after you stumbled, arms helped stabilize you. Before you could register what was happening and who was holding you, you were being dragged through debris. You could hear someone speaking to you, though their words were jumbled and you couldn’t make much from them. 

It was at that moment that you realized you were losing a lot of blood. You pressed your fist against your abdomen, trying to apply pressure as best you could. 

Blood seeped around your fist, surely staining your shirt. A rock caught under your foot and you lurched forward. The ground came at you and you were going to let it happen. Maybe the person helping you would leave you to die. 

The ground never came. Arms pulled you back upright and it was at that moment that you felt the cold metal of someone familiar. He whispered something to you, something you couldn’t pick up. Not with the ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head. 

You tried to speak, managing Genji’s name before the rest of your sentence fell into a slurred and jumbled mess. Genji shushed you, you could make that out, before he started walking with you again, presumably looking for Mercy so she could help you. 

You remember hearing Genji shout before the ground met you and you passed out. 

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A bright light shone through your eyelids. It startled you awake and you groaned, attempting to roll away from the light to go back to sleep. A cold hand came in contact with your shoulder and you groaned, mumbling under your breath as you turned toward the contact. 

You sat up, wincing at the slight pain that shot through your abdomen. You ran your hand over your stomach and felt bandages wrapping around your midsection. 

The hand on your shoulder moved to your hand, fingers intertwining with yours. You rubbed your eyes with your free hand before opening and taking in the room you were in. 

Surprisingly, you were in your own room. The curtains were pulled open, the sun glaring into your room, providing the light that woke you. 

The hand holding yours tugged gently and you almost laughed at the impatience. You squeezed his hand, turning to look at Genji. You could’ve sworn you saw him relax and heard a relieved sigh come from him. 

He brought your hand up to where his lips would be, pressing the metal against the back of your hand in semblance of a kiss. You returned the gesture, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a soft kiss to the metal. 

“You’re okay?” His voice brought a wave of gratitude over you and you smiled, pressing another kiss to his hand. 

“I’m okay, I promise,” you reassure. 

You felt a vent of warm air blow over you before the cyber ninja stood up, letting go of your hand in the process. Genji pressed his face to the crown of your head before reaching for a tray you hadn’t noticed was there. 

“I’m sure you’re hungry.” You could hear a little hint of joy lacing his voice. Some of your favorite snacks were laid out on the tray and you couldn’t help but grin, nodding to him and scooting over to let him join you on the bed. 

[ilguna]

☼ crowned (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; you were the one to crown Finnick ten years ago, and now he's back in the games.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 2.6k

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“I want you to stand right here, (Y/n).” Your father says, grabbing your shoulders and moving you over a foot to the left. “I will not allow you to hide behind me today.”

“I won’t.” You say, smoothing out your sky blue dress, “I wasn’t planning to.”

He gives you a look, telling you that he knows better than to believe your word, especially when you’ve said the same in the past. He’s unimpressed by your attitude, but he’s not going to expect you to apologize for it. He knows that when he gets fussy, you begin to get mouthy.

You look away from him, over the balcony and out to the colorful crowd that sits in the stands that surround the City Circle. You’re not really in the mood for another fight today, because that’s all you seem to do lately. You criticize his actions, he tells you that you’re dishonoring the Snow name, and the both of you end up pissed off and miserable.

Your mom has asked you several times to quit making him mad, because it’s not going to make the situation any better. That all it’s doing is putting a strain on your relationship, that’s already borderlining hatred. You’re not entirely sure what she wants from you—does she really want you to pretend to be happy with what he’s done?

Do they think you’re stupid? What are the chances of your father worrying about losing control of the country to rebels, and the Quarter Quell card reading that the victors have to go back inside? Which means that the same victors who are causing trouble, go back into an arena, and likely end up killed.

He’s sacrificing so many victors that fought hard to survive and make it out of the arena, just to eliminate a problem.

Your father knows how you feel about what he’s done. He cared about the distance you slowly started putting between you two, but recently he’s decided that he doesn’t care much anymore. Now you’re just waiting for him to call you a traitor too, or ask you if you care more about the District people than you do the Capitol people. 

In truth, there’s more of them there are of you. Why are you treating them this way, if you know that they possess the power to overthrow you? Before, they didn’t realize exactly how many numbers they had, and now that they have, he’s handling it the wrong way.

He’s not going to listen to you, though. No, your father has been ruling for decades, which means that your opinion is irrelevant. Even if it would save a lot of fighting.

“The chariots are coming out in fifteen seconds!” A coordinator harshly whispers from behind. Your face twists briefly, wondering why she couldn’t just say that normally.

You fix your hair, smooth down the dress, straighten your posture, hands clasped properly in front of you. The drumming begins, starting slow and quiet, gradually getting louder as more chariots pour through the doors. 

The victors they carry have no age limit. The first chariot is the brother and sister duo, Cashmere and Gloss, you remember seeing their Games when you were young. How amazing it was to see siblings win like that, something that had never been done before. You remember a temporary trend Cashmere set with glitter. You vaguely remember your tooth gems.

The next pair are Enobaria and Brutus. You recognize Enobaria, another Games you were able to watch. Her win was violent, and nothing for a child to watch, but you’re less surprised by her now. Her partner, Brutus, is a victor that must’ve won around Haymitch’s time—the last Quell. You had to do your own research on him.

Then there’s Beetee and Wiress, an impressive pair. You’ve met Beetee a good handful of times, solely because he does work here in the Capitol. He’ll create gadgets for trends for the citizens to use, and he’s also done more important work, like defense for the Capitol. He hasn’t done all the work, though, to prevent an issue happening later down the line. He’s very technical, fairly weird. He’s respectful, though. As for Wiress, you’ve seen her mentor around, but you’ve never spoken to her before.

You try to take a step forward to get a better look over the balcony, and your father’s head turns slightly in your direction, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. You move back to where he told you to stand.

You just wanted to see Finnick and Mags clearly. They’re the ones you’re upset for the most, for a number of reasons. Mags is entirely too old to be coming into the arena again, she’s so grandmotherly and her kindness will kill her in the Games. You’ve had a few conversations with her, and each time she’s wonderful to talk to.

As for Finnick’s, it’s a whole new story.

The first time you met Finnick Odair, you were thirteen years old. Your father had decided that he was no longer keeping you out of the Capitol publicity, because you were a teenager and needed to see the world how he saw it. The way he introduced you to the Capitol was by having you be with him every step of the way during the Sixty-Fifth Hunger Games.

Which is the Games that Finnick won, of course. Your father walked you through the entire process of the Capitol week, where the tributes are dressed up and tested to see where they stand. The next couple of weeks would be watching them inside of the arena, controlling their actions and ensuring that the right person wins. After, there’s an additional week to heal the victor from all the wounds they sustained inside of the arena. 

It was an interesting process, seeing how he could go from doing so little, to doing so much if something went wrong. You now know that it’s his perfectionism that gets the best of him. He wants to control everything, and when it goes haywire, that’s when he begins to crack down to regain it. 

He gave you one job to do the entire time you followed him, and it was to crown the victor.

You still remember following him on the stage, head bowed, hair in your face, carefully carrying the pillow that cushioned the crown. He said his congratulations to Finnick and took the pillow to free your hands. Your hands shook, you let out a breath to calm yourself down, taking the crown from the pillow, and gently placing it on Finnick’s brow.

You met Finnick’s hard green eyes, focused on your movements. When he realized that you were staring back at him, he lifted his head, and offered a smirk. You smiled back, it was small because you weren’t sure if you were allowed to, congratulated him, and then you took a step back.

Since, your father has done nothing but drag him through the dirt for the past decade.

This year, it seems as if Finnick’s stylists thought that showing skin was the best way to go. His tan skin is almost golden in the evening light, the shadows casting perfectly across his body. You have no doubt that his outfit is breezy, there’s nothing but a bunched up net at his crotch, and assuming his behind, too.

His smile is dazzling, even from this far away. You watch him wave and blow kisses to the stands around him, letting them throw gifts at him in return. Ones that he won’t even be able to pick up, let alone keep to have inside of the arena. The Capitol doesn’t care, they just want to show their appreciation.

Beyond Finnick, the other districts don’t necessarily matter to you. The tributes from Five are underwhelming and easily forgotten, you can’t even remember their names, despite watching the reaping recap again before the parade. The two tributes from Six are both addicts, and they do everything they possibly can to stay out of the spotlight.

The girl from District Seven won recently—Johanna Mason. You were on the edge of your seat the entirety of her Games, wondering if she was going to manage to pull through or not. You can’t say anything about her district partner, you don’t know his name either.

The tributes from Eight, Nine, Ten and Eleven are too old for you to know their names. There’s not a single doubt in your mind that your father knows. There’s been so many victors since he took power, and he crowned every single one of them, including the two that bring up the rear.

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, the reasons why your father was desperate to change the letter to something more sinister. They’re a couple of teenagers, they’re going to make mistakes and screw shit up. It’s exactly what Finnick did, but he figured out how to keep the pacifier in your father’s mouth at some point. They need more time.

And now they’ll never get it.

The chariots come to a slow stop at the City Circle, waiting for your father to speak.

He steps away, though, motioning for you to step forward. Your lips part, face twisting in confusion, because this is a sudden change. You’ve seen him do this a dozen times before, but it’s different because it’s a Quell. It’s more important.

You step forward, not wanting to leave the people below waiting. When you get closer, you’re able to see over the balcony, and your eyes can’t help searching for the one person down there you care for the most. You find that he’s staring right back at you, waiting.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the third Quarter Quell!” You shout, words echoing in the air.

The crowd cheers, the anthem begins to play. You watch as the chariots begin to move for the final time around the City Circle, before heading back to where they came from. As soon as the first chariot disappears through the Training Center doors, you’re turning to leave the balcony.

You bunch a handful of fabric in your hand.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Your father asks.

“To congratulate the victors.” You give him a look. He knows exactly where you’re going.

“You can’t be down there unattended, it’s dangerous.” He tries to shut you down.

“Half of them don’t even know who I am.” You shake your head, “I’ll be back.”

“(Y/n), you will not—!”

“Bitch about it later!” You start to jog down the hall, heading for the stairs. It’s faster than waiting for the elevator to bring you down. 

It’s three flights down the stairs, down a long hallway, and then a sharp right turn that brings you underneath the stands that line the street. It’s dim underneath here, there’s a few working lights but it’s obvious the bulbs need to be replaced.

You hike the dress up in the front, running down the path, feeling the breeze on your upper thighs from the speed you’re going. You’ve gotta catch them before the peacekeepers usher them out of the space. They’re under special orders this year to disperse any groups that form together, afraid of rebel planning.

It takes you two minutes to run from one end to the other. By the time you get to the door, you’re having a hard time breathing, your throat sore from sucking in air so aggressively. You take a second to smooth down your hair and fix your dress, since you had been jerking it from side to side while you ran.

You push through the door, and on the other side, you’re met with the sight of horses and chariots, and people. The victors that you had been staring at from above are in here, gathered with their mentors and escorts, probably talking about the change in announcement. It’s unusual that he would do it without planning it with you first.

You wander through the space, ignoring the few looks you receive, sticking out like a sore thumb. You don’t belong here, you look like a Capitol citizen gone rogue, trying to sneak in so that you can meet the people you’ll be seeing on television in a few days.

You find Finnick because of his height, and his bronze hair shining in the sunbeams through the high windows. You take your time wandering over, observing the way he talks to Mags, fixing a stray hair in her face, touching her cheek. They’re close, and you can tell that he’s worried about her already.

The stylists standing with him catch sight of you first, straightening like a stick and averting their eyes. You hate it when they react like you’re royalty. You’re nothing more than a girl with power that she doesn’t even want.

“Finnick.” You say, his head raises, and then he turns to see who said his name.

A smile hits his face instantly, “(Y/n).”

“Long time no see, darling.” You wink at him, joining the circle they’ve created. Your attention turns to his stylist, “It was a good idea, dressing him this way. I try not to gaze at the sun if I don’t have to, but he was too tempting.”

Finnick rolls his eyes at you, “Please.”

“Thank you.” His stylist says.

“Do you mind if we have a moment?” You smile.

“No, of course not.” The other stylist says, “We have the rest of the night to talk to him, I’m sure you’re busy.”

They take off together, heading for the elevators. You look at Mags, who has her head tilted in your direction, disapprovingly. You ignore the expression, holding your arm out for her to hug you. She squeezes you tightly, head on your shoulder, before pulling away.

“So what have you been up to, princess?” Finnick asks, “I see you had a new job this year?”

“It wasn’t planned, I was just as surprised as you were.” You laugh.

“How mad was he this time?”

“Oh, pretty pissed. Apparently you’re all just a bunch of dangerous animals down here, and I shouldn’t be unattended. As if there aren’t a dozen peacekeepers crawling around here.” You glance over your shoulder, and find one standing nearby, watching you three.

Finnick makes a face.

You let out a sigh, “I’m sorry it has to be this way. I tried to convince him to change the rules, I really did. He won’t listen to me though, he thinks that the damage has been done, and he needs to embrace it to a certain extent.”

“We’ve got it figured out, (Y/n). You don’t have to worry about us.” Finnick says, offering you a halfway smile.

“That’s the only thing I do anymore.” You admit, “I didn’t want you to go back inside of the arena.”

“Let me guess, you tried to get him to rig the reaping?”

“In yours and Mags’ favor, yes.” You shake your head, “He told me to let everything fall into line, and to stop fucking with destiny. I don’t understand him anymore.” You look back at Finnick, “Regardless, I had to come down here at least once to talk to you. I won’t be able to do it again.”

“I’m glad you were able to in the first place.”

“Me too. It’s nice seeing you guys.” You cross your arms, “Well, good luck, and try not to do anything stupid like getting yourself killed.”

Finnick laughs, “No promises.”

“And um—one more thing. I’ve pulled some strings, people owe me favors. If there’s anything you need in the arena, just say it out loud. It’ll come.” You smile.

“Thank you, (Y/n).” Finnick opens his arms for a hug.

You try not to with him in public spaces, it’ll give people the wrong idea. Their first thoughts might go to the fact that you’re friends, but if they see you do it too often, then it travels further.

You hug Finnick, squeezing him tightly.

[acey-waceyy123]

silly drawing based off a fic idea I had.. maybe I’ll write it idk

[sleepyheadincoulds]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛

❥ “𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬? “

A teaser of something that I’m working on for my yuusona and some characters in Twisted Wonderland. (GIF was made by me and photo taken by a friend.)

Currently I’m working on the storyboard of it, but it’s about something I wrote based off Emmanuel’s own self so far in Twisted Wonderland.

I’ll keep updating and some more sneak peeks, the full final of this will probably be posted this month or next month. I’ll post on the day of release :3