#feasting on the angst !!!

[chewwypepsicola]

avm fans when two character's almost beat each other to death: wow they're so in love!

[pinkvaquita]

Do you think Shadow Milk tried to fight back the corruption? That he slowly watched his beloved friends get consumed in hate and chaos, doing everything he could to stop it from spreading?

That he suffered when Eternal Sugar tried to lure him into leaving his labors? With Silent Salt ignoring his questions? With Burning Spice destroying his work and forcing him to star again? With Mistic Flour not caring about any of his ideas to help? Do you think he spend days and nights, investigating through books and old documents in search for a solution? Not sleeping, eating or letting anyone stop him from his objective that was saving them? Do you think he bursted in anger everytime someone dared to interrupt him or distract him? Do you think he begged the witches for help? They were gods to any cookie, and Shadow Milk probably was thinking that maybe there was something they could do to save the slowly falling souls of his friends. Do you think his heart broked when the witches decided the best course of action was to just impriosion them if things went worst? That he refused, and search harder and harder for a solution that wasn't that? Do you think that maybe he messed with something he shoudn't have?... maybe playing to much with dark magic wasn't such a good idea. Maybe he started to practice it, to learn it from end to start and do anything as a way of practice. Do you think he had burnout from studying so much? That he tried to distract himself, but ended up just more irritated because of the cookies asking for his aid, and his friends just loosing themselves more into it? Do you think his lies started by making the others blame eachother for their problems even if it wasn't true, just so they would leave him alone? Do you think that he found some twisted joy in seeing them fight and lost in lies? That he did it again and again, just to finally take a break from all the tiredness and boredoom of the books? Do you think that Shadow Milk tried to fight back when he saw themselve in the mirror, his hands with jam splatered from some poor victim from his tricks? Or that he just smiled even more at the joy and adrenaline it bringed to him? Do you think he fighted back? Or that he slowly let him self also fall?

[littlelightfish]

We alredy know what's Chilchuck's worst nightmare. What if I told you that it was canon?

His daughters have alredy been eaten. His wife was eaten too. His family are all dead. His worst nightmare has come truth. And he for sure feels like it's partially his fault, because it's the Winged Lion doing, yes, but who helped Laios get here? Chilchuck. And who's daughters and wife are now dead because of it? Chilchuck's. The suggestion of recreating them tells us that they've alredy been eaten. The way he says it makes it feel like it's too late. They're dead. Because of him. Of his actions. Of his job. The irony of it all is actually quite cruel. He makes a union so he can prevent bad things to happen to his race, to his family, and then, and he works at the union. And now, because of his job, he got them all killed.

He doesn't even know how his daughters are until way later, I don't even know if in the manga they send letters to him during the feast, because I know they don't go to said feast. So Chilchuck doesn't know if his girls are alright until, again, way later. We know they don't die because, well, there's this comic of them going to meet Laios, the new king. But if not for that, who could tell us they didn't die on the monster appearances? I can imagine that after the feast Chil went stright to check on them. Because he loves his daughters, and he cares for his wife. He sucks at communicating it, yes, but he does.

He doesn't want to risk his family's safety. But he, unknowingly, unwillingly, indirectly, did. He got them eaten by those demons because he helped his friends achieve his goal. Because he cared about Falin and wanted her to be human again. Because he cared about Laios and didn'twanted to see him loose his sister. Because he cared about Marcille, Senshi and Itsuzumi. He cares so much about everyone and wants to help everyone (in his own way), that he doesn't think that the result would, inevitably so, be the worst outcome for him. The one in wich work and private life get mixed together. His job as a member of Laios's party ended dragging his family in, despite his best efforts. His job ended up, not only endangering the whole word with demons, but his family. His four precious girls. It ended up almost killing them (probably it killed them for some time because getting eaten by those demons works wierd).

Worst part? He didn't have the time to be mourn over what he 100% sure thought was the complete loss of his family. He was in a hurry to survive himself, so he pushed those sad feelings and tried his best to help who he had left. Later on he finds out that the demons spitted out people. And he seems shocked with some kind of surprised relief.

He looks how everyone that got eaten was alive. And he can't quite either believe it nor understand it. He is really confused. So they didn't die? Are my daughters ok? Is my wife ok? Did everybody survived? Are they alive? He dares to hope that they're all ok and pulls into a box his feelings again, saving it up for when he has the time to be overwhelmed about this all. He has a feast, trying not to worry, but worried sick. Then he goes home and checks on them.

Give this poor man a break and a beer...

[thaliasthunder]

me remembering the massive bitch percy was to nico thru practically all the series

[dreamaze]

ONEWE ⟡ Beautiful Ashes < solo teasers >

[tin-foil-is-shiny]

flashbacks

[hyperfixiation-station]

Lighter Pt.3

TW: Mentions of injuries, swearing

Summary: So you made it through the night. Now are you gonna wake up?

Part 1

Part 2

Over the course of the next four days Ghost, and sometimes Soap, do what they can to bring you back. Soap drops off your favorite blanket, the dryer sheets you use, and your MP3 player. Sometimes, while he forces Ghost to sleep, he’ll sit with you and tell you about his day, how annoying the new recruits are, and how Brenda in HR changed her hair again. 

Ghost doesn't leave your side, even to sleep. He simply curls up in the chair until Soap leaves. He does everything he can to stimulate a normal day for you, even washing your greasy hair one night. He doesn’t say much, not like Soap does, but his presence is constant, and he hopes you can feel him. 

He’s holding your hand, nearly a week after the ‘ventilator scare’, as Soap dubbed it, when something changes. At first, he can’t figure it out, but as he scans your body he notices your eyelids are fluttering. 

He watches with bated breath as your eyes flutter open. 

“Y/N?” He whispers hoarsely, watching you squint. 

“Y/N.” He says sharply as he watches your hand come up to your face, tangling the wires. For a brief second he panics, thinking you are going to rip them out. 

“Y/N.” He says again. This time, your head turns towards him. His stomach drops as your face somehow pales even more and you start gagging. He presses the call button before carefully helping you sit up, rubbing your back as you dry-heave. 

“Sorry, I'm sorry, I’m sorry.” He whispers. His eyes flick to a glass of water that Soap had left for him and he grabs it, still supporting you with his other hand. He guides it to your lips, tipping it slowly into your mouth so you don’t choke. 

Satisfied, he slowly eases you back down, brushing your hair out of your sweaty face. 

“Simon?" Your voice is hoarse and weak and barely audible but it’s your voice. Ghost could almost cry. 

“Bloody hell Y/N. You scared me.” He murmurs hoarsely. His hands shake as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. 

“You got shot, and then, like a bloddy fuckin’ idiot, you had me cauterize it and went into shock.“You lost almost a liter of blood, and flatlined twice while they repaired your hip.” He carefully grabs your hand, minding the wires. 

“Wha’ hap…” Your voice trails off, and it scares him just a little.

“Oh.” Your response is so low he almost doesn’t catch it. But he does, and it makes him smile slightly. God how he missed you.

“Yeah, oh.” He says softly, the elation at seeing you awake quickly being replaced by guilt. He squeezes your hand, subconsciously seeking comfort. 

"How do you feel?" He brings his hand to your face, brushing your hair out of your eyes again, running his thumb under your eye. 

The nurse finally comes in, but it is too late, you have already fallen back asleep. She checks your vitals and makes a note in your chart before exiting the room, leaving Ghost alone with your limp form. There is fear in his heart that you won’t wake up again, the only reassurance he gets is from watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, a silent but clear sign that you are still alive. 

“T’red.” You mumble. He smiles sadly, watching as you struggle to focus on the hand on your cheek.

“I bet. Go to sleep so that you can heal and I can yell at you for being stupid without feeling guilty.” He murmurs softly, hand trembling on your cheek.

[kunikidanelson]

anybody else when picking a favorite character thinks "which one of these fuckers is the most breakable?"

like when i was watching bsd for the first time, and got to the cannibalism arc, i saw how easily they absolutely DESTROYED kunikida and i thought "this one, he's perfect."

really went "wow, he looks so abusable♥️" BUT ITS NOT EVEN THAT, its not like i want to beat him up or something (like the 99% of Dazai fans that want to beat Dazai up for some reason)I just want him to suffer and experience mental anguish that will break him as a person and make it so he never recovers. which is probably worse, and I'm starting to debate if I'm a sociopath. but like this isnt the first time i did this, i always do this with all media i get obsessed over.

idk i just make AUs over and over again giving him different types of trauma.

he's not too broken already so i can play with him a little, unlike atsushi where giving him more trauma would just be excessive. but he's not entirely well either like Kenji where making him suffer would make it feel sort of unauthentic.

perfect middle ground for suffering ♥️♥️♥️

(i just love the pit in my stomach i get when i make something that just hits super hard, its like my personal drug, and with this man I'm having so much fun)

[bottombaron]

i kno he had a lot going on at the moment and he wasnt there for the Patton Oswalt-Batman event but i just know, deep down in my heart of hearts, 42 hours after he's been returned as a human, Guillermo De La Cruz is going to be spending a lot of time in that potting shed thinking abt Nandor's scary aggressive dom phase

[svtskneecaps]

ngl at this point i feel like the admin team should just be like "ok, meta rule, don't use the damn wand of symmetry for anything but builds" bc damn. this will have an effect on the trout population (badboyhalo's coffee intake)

[sootzz96]

“thinking of you without any forgiveness”

Hi guys! Here’s the Gracie fic I promised y’all a while back. I hope you enjoy it!

title from i should hate you by gracie abrams (ofc)

warnings: mentions of crying and having a mental breakdown, reader drinks her feelings away and almost crashes her car on the way home, wilbur is a prick to reader, reader is in denial that he feels bad about the fight (lmk if i missed anything!!)

wc: 1.2k words

  Last night was something you will never forget. Last night was the last time you and your boyfriend fought. It was all over the stupid tour he was doing with his band. You remembered how you sat on the floor of your once-shared kitchen spiraling, thinking about how you could’ve changed your reaction in any way. You couldn’t stop thinking about him while you were breaking down. You were crying so loud it sounded almost as if you were screaming. After hearing how much it hurt you, you hoped he would come back and help you. Your attempts were futile. You soon got up and walked to your shared bedroom. This will be the last time you sleep in this bed. You hoped that was all just your brain thinking. 

     You sat on the couch waiting for your boyfriend to come home. He was later than usual, you thought the band took him for some drinks after the gig they had. This was the last gig near home for about 2 months, so they would understandably do that. You dosed off for about an hour, and that’s when you woke up to your boyfriend entering the flat you two shared.

   “Hey hun, sorry I woke you.” He spoke in a very soft tone, unknowing of what the person in front of him was going to ask. “Hey Wil, can I talk to you about something?” You said, your voice slightly wavering at what you had to ask. 

  “Yeah, sure you can.” Wil said, sitting next to you on the couch, waiting for you to begin to speak. “I know you are very excited about this tour you are doing, but I just don’t think you’ll have enough time to talk to me. I just don’t wanna go multiple months without communication from you.” You said to him, fearful of what he would say. You know it surely wouldn’t be anything terrible, it was Wil after all. 

  “I’ve already told you that I would try to make time to talk to you. Sometimes it’s just hard to make time like that without being insanely tired.” He replied while looking at you, his expression seemed to change from bubbly to annoyed. “I know it’s hard, I ju-” You said, unable to finish your sentence before he interrupted you.

  “No. You don’t know how hard it is. You’ve never worked hard like I DO. You have to understand that sometimes I can’t make time for you and that you just have to accept it.” He said in a harsh tone. You were scared of your boyfriend for the first time in your relationship. He’s never gotten this mean before. You opened your mouth to speak before he cut you off again. “I’m only one person, Y/N. You have to understand that. I’m not always gonna have time to talk to you. I’ve told you this so many times but you still just don’t fucking listen. What are you, an attention whore or something?” He said much more harshly than before, poison falling from the tip of his tongue with the words of his last sentence. He saw how the tears started forming from those beautiful eyes of yours, this was when he knew he fucked up. 

  “Get out.” You said in a harsh tone. He got up after apologizing profusely. You wanted to forgive him, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to it. Especially not after what he just called you.

  You woke up to the flat still empty. No sign of anyone coming home within the time you were sleeping. You made your way to the bathroom to shower. Hopefully, this would clear your mind. It didn’t clear your mind at all. Halfway through your shower, you ended up on the floor crying. You thought about how you would always stay up and call him when he needed it, even if it was at ungodly times of the night. You couldn’t tell if you were crying from anger or hurt. Honestly, it was probably both. Getting out of the shower was a hassle, but you did it anyway. You went back to your bed and tried to take a nap. It ended up happening after tossing and turning a million times. When you woke up, you had a text from your friends. They asked if you wanted to go out drinking with them. Usually, you’d say no and make up some elaborate excuse, but this was different. For once, you wanted to go out with your friends and drink. You probably just wanted to calm your nerves and ease the pain for however long it’ll work. You got dressed, grabbed your keys, and walked out the door. You made it and walked in, spotting your friends sitting at a booth in the corner. You made your way over and sat down. As the night went on, your drinks got progressively stronger.

  Despite having so many strong drinks, you still drove yourself home. You waved off all the offers from your friends because it was only a few minutes away right? You thought everything would go correctly, but you almost crashed your car into a ditch two times. Luckily, you made it home safely without actually crashing. You walked inside your house and sat down on the couch, you ended up talking to yourself. You were talking about him, you were asking where he was. That was all you ever wanted to know since then. 

  “He probably wouldn’t have left if I just loved him harder.” You said to whatever the hell you were talking to. Maybe it was yourself, the universe, or maybe it was your table you were talking to. You got up eventually and went to your room to sleep. You knew this would leave a nasty hangover in the morning. Wilbur always knew how to deal with those. 

  It’s been a couple of months since the breakup. You never really got over it and you still loved him despite the fact he hurt you so badly. Sometimes you see things that remind you of him, you’ve learned how to shake those thoughts out. If it gets too silent while trying to fall asleep, you think back to that night. The night when everything went downhill for you. Yesterday, you decided to download some dating app and now you’re here at some restaurant with a guy. You didn’t like him at all. He just wasn’t the same as Wilbur, not like anyone could be. 

  You ended up getting into contact with an old friend, Tommy. He was only an old friend due to the breakup. You asked him about Wilbur. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted to know if he was okay. Tommy told you that Wilbur brings it up sometimes and talks about how he wishes he didn’t. You know he’s doing alright, and that it probably didn’t affect him like it did you. Maybe he was just acting upset to his friends and was alright the entire time. Although, you only said this because you didn’t wanna believe this. You knew it would cause you to end up texting him. You would easily do it, even after everything that happened. You wanted him back so badly. You missed the way he treated you and the way that he felt like home. Maybe this was just a break and he’d end up coming back. That’s what you wished for every time.

taglist: @biggestevermorestan @lillylvjy​ (ask to be removed or added!)

[hollythius]

kazuha’s presence is fleeting, but his love remains. you take a glimpse of him before he’s traveling on again, searching for his place in the world. you know he loves you, but his love is different than others. there is a spot in his heart that you just cannot fill. you both understand this completely: his absence is expected, and you cherish the moments you spend together. the soft touches, kind caresses under the futon, chaste kisses pressed against each other with pure fervor. all this is proof of his dedication to you. kazuha is a kind man, but he desires a freedom that you just can’t provide. but you stay with him, and what you don’t realize is that you are as precious to him as he is to you.

[king-ratboy]

Argyle had worn the necklace for as long as Billy had known him. It was an heirloom from his grandmother, a staple of his wardrobe, as much a part of him as his hair and his hats and his bright shirts. It was strange to see it anywhere but his neck, stranger still to see it in his outstretched hand.

Billy shook his head, a little desperate, a little heartbroken.

“I can’t,” he said, and his voice sounded as unstable as he felt. “Argyle, I can’t, it’s yours.”

Argyle smiled, and though it was as bright and kind as ever, there was a an edge of sorrow to it that sent an ache ripping through Billy’s chest.

“It’s Saint Christopher. For safe travels.” He pushed his hand closer. “You need it more than I do, man.”

Billy took a step back and Argyle, undeterred, unclasped the chain, looping it easily around Billy’s neck. He smoothed the pendant over Billy’s chest, fingers summer-warm, and Billy’s eyes stung as he sucked in a shaky breath, vision hazy as he met Argyle’s gaze.

“I’m gonna miss you, little buddy.”

Billy wanted to sink into that familiar warmth and never come out. He wanted to climb into Argyle’s van and drive away with him, escape with him. He wanted this day, this moment, to stretch out forever.

But Neil was at the house, waiting for him, probably already fuming at how long he was taking. The backseat of the Camaro was crammed with everything Billy owned, the tank filled in preparation for a thirty-hour drive, and California was slipping from his grasp with every passing second. There was nothing he could do.

“Yeah. I’ll miss you too.”

Argyle pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him, holding perhaps a little tighter than usual, a little longer than usual, and Billy felt the pendant pressing close to his skin between them.

“Te quiero, amorcito.”

[hatredcurse]

[  STUCK  ]  —  Our muses are stuck in a small broom closet together. || @kagami--uchiha​

This was not written into his plans. Body flush against a smaller man, confined in an even tinier space, with barely enough shared oxygen for the two of them. Blind in the dark, Kiyoto slipped his hand to his pocket on the defense, fingers on a threaded hilt readying to slash the throat of the man until he felt the familiar pulse of a certain purplish-red chakra. 

“Kagami?” he breathed in realization,” what are you doing in here?”

It had been years since he last shared space with the boy. Before, he was spry little thing with porcelain skin and a glimmer in the corner of his eyes. Now, he was just pathetically thin with blade scabs whiting out the yellow discoloration of week old bruises. 

Forget his bounty, Kiyoto captured Kagami’s jaw, fingers pinching into the width as he inspected him in low light. The golds of his eyes vanishing into the dark as he narrowed them, face drawing closer in attempt to see the Uchiha better. 

“What happened to you?”

[kickyerteethin]

Genuine question for mbav fans, do you like darker twists on mbav or do you prefer the same tone as the show?

[wakkoroni]

Me: I don’t read bad dad Bruce, only good dad Bruce

Also me when I stumble upon an angsty fic about Damian first arriving to Gotham and Bruce being unable to unsee Damian as a weapon and treating him horribly because of it, like this man is either ignoring Damian completely or just yelling at him when Damian even breaths and being an overall horrible dad but also being a good dad to the others and having Damian watch this and think he’s unworthy and become jealous of his siblings: don’t mind if I do