#hmmm angst time?

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

imagine Charlie getting over the initial Oooh Wings~ and Yay We're Okay Again! only to find out HOW Vaggie got her wings

out of her love for Charlie, yes sure, very sweet, Vaggie would probably say it with so much softness and pride, how her wings are physical declaration of what Charlie means to her and-

Vaggie got those wings while they were separated. it happened when Charlie wasn't there for her

like on that fucking rooftop

it's one sided AGAIN. it's Vaggie doing her emotional battles ALONE, or at least, facing them without Charlie physically there with her

three YEARS they've known each other. Dating for... long enough to be comfortable. presumably it's close to three years of Vaggie running to hold Charlie like we see her doing over and over- in the first ep after the extermination, during the reveal in heaven, before the battle when Charlie was scared-

three years. and Vaggie's wings only come back when they aren't together

add that to Charlie's habit of apologizing whenever Vaggie finds her being sad- imagine it's because, Vaggie never let's Charlie help her when she's sad.

Vaggie doesn't hide it. but she does that thing, like on the roof. Asking Charlie to leave her here. Sad and hurt and mentally not doing good. Asking for alone time (she's charlie's armor) (what's the point of her if she can't help-)

and Charlie backed off from that. respected it. was scared of what it meant? scared to find out?

she wasn't too worried though, like this whole thing was familiar. Vaggie needs alone time and Vaggie will come back. and she does

after the reveal though, part of Charlie's anger comes from fear- that if Vaggie was lying about the angel thing, what about everything else? what about her love and faith in Charlie? does Vaggie really love her? Charlie shared EVERYTHING with her but Vaggie had this secret only it's not just ONE secret is it- it's not just ONE thing Vaggie won't share- it's just a sign of how much Vaggie HASN'T been sharing- even when it's scary and sad and, she really needs a hug

what if Charlie really really REALLY wants to be THERE for Vaggie, but the wings are a reminder now of Charlie not being there when Vaggie got back this important part of herself

(of vaggie finding herself in the alone time, without charlie)

(worse- carmilla was there. someone else was there when charlie wasn't and that person was who vaggie needed-)

irony irony irony

every time Vaggie is alone trying to figure out herself and what to do and if she can do it- Charlie's the first and most important thing her mind holds onto. Charlie, and wanting to be WITH Charlie, is always what gets her to face her problem and keep pushing through

she just... doesn't do it while Charlie's actually there. and maybe she doesn't talk about it much with Charlie either, afterwards. and...

maybe Charlie doesn't know

[elysiarte]

..gone

[general-cyno]

not to get ahead of myself but thinking abt future opla zolu made me a little emotional bc depending on how many seasons the show manages to get, there's high chances of seeing so many of luffy and zoro's moments. and the thing is - there's a lot of them? their relationship is built upon all these moments and interactions, some small, some big, some when they're not even together but still end up referencing or mirroring one another in some way. it's just so good. I can remember more than few off the top of my head in alabasta, jaya, skypiea, water 7/enies lobby, thriller bark, sabaody etc and that's just pre-timeskip. opla has so much potential to go absolutely bonkers with these two I'm unwell

[smimon]

Today's bojere week prompt is "Confession / Realizing they're in love" and I think in giantverse this would happen on Jere's first day as a giant.

With him already accepting what happened to him and planning to visit all his friends and family to tell them personally, but then he realizes it will take a very long while before he sees Bojan, so he better call him immediately.

But then instead of calling he just freezes, because what if Bojan doesn't like him anymore? This is when he realized Bojan is someone special to him 😊

Jere being Jere, he needs the answer IMMEDIATELY, and also he has to report the news in a joking manner because of course, so the first thing he does is text Bojan this:

Would you still love me if I was a worm?

And Bojan, as soon as he heard the whole story, already started to seek out the soonest flight to Finland because he NEEDS to be there for him, even if only for a few hours - and that's how he realized how much Jere matters to him 🥹

And the rest is in ~the post~ 😌

[seoz-seoz]

*cue katy perry voiceover meme*

"...they ask you how you are, and you have to say that you're fine... and you're not really fine but you can't get into it because they would never understand.."

For @obito-week day 3, birthday & ghost.

Kakashi celebrates obito's birthday. 💙 🧡 the cake says "happy birthday obito"

[n--n]

You know the saddest thing abt Mhin is that they keep their distance from everyone bc they’re scared they’ll get hurt but given all of the others are monsters both literally and metaphorically they’re technically dodging like a ton of bullets

[stabbyfoxandrew]

kevjean and 14 would kill me i think

14. A kiss to the stomach

Riko smashed Kevin’s hand yesterday. Since it happened, Kevin has not said a word to anyone. He has done nothing but stare at his hand. The bones had come out of it. And he hadn’t had the stomach to push them back in. They’re hiding because bandages now and his hand is completely numb. Like it was never there. 

He’ll never play again. He’ll never play again. He can’t even write his name. He will never play again. Ever. 

For the first time since his mother died he is missing practice. It would do him no good to go. Because his hand is destroyed. He’ll. Never. Play. Again. 

He is useless. 

Useless things do not last long here in the nest. Kevin knows that. He’s seen what happens to useless things. He never expected to become one. His eyes flick to the clock on the nightstand and he’s got about thirty minutes before practice ends. Everyone else thinks he’s sick.

Kevin too sick to play? That’s never happened before. Surely they must know it’s a lie. But even if they figure it out, what could they do? What could they say?

The doorknob starts to turn and Kevin’s nauseous. No. No, he’s got time to get himself together before Riko comes back—

It’s not Riko. 

It’s Jean.

He sucks in a harsh breath when he sees Kevin. “I knew it. I knew you weren’t sick.”

Kevin merely blinks at him. He has no words.

“What has he done?”

“I’ll never play again,” Kevin says, his voice monotone and lifeless and dead. Like he will be soon.

Jean’s eyes leave Kevin’s hand to search his face. “The doctor said that?”

“I haven’t been to one.”

“What?”

“Riko wouldn’t let me go.” Kevin swallows thickly. “He gave me an ace bandage and a bottle of Ibuprofen. Told me to deal with it.”

“You have to go.”

“I can’t.”

“You must.” Jean kneels in front of Kevin. “It can heal if you—”

“He said no.”

“Then you have to leave here. Get away from him.” Jean says, as if that’s a possibility. Kevin scoffs. 

“And go where? Straight to the morgue?” Kevin asks. “It’s a little early for that.”

“To your father.” Jean says and it’s clear from his expression he isn’t joking.

“How the hell could I possibly get to South Carolina—”

“The southern banquet is tonight, it’s only a couple hours away in Virginia,” Jean supplies. “You get there. You tell Coach Wymack you need help. He will help you.”

“I can’t—”

“You don’t have to tell him everything. Just that you need help,” Jean says, standing up to grab Kevin’s school bag. He empties it onto the floor before cramming in some clothes from the dresser on Kevin’s side of the room. Kevin can only watch and try not to throw up. Jean can’t be serious. “You’ve got one of the team's credit cards, correct?”

“Um. Yes?” It’s in his wallet. And it’s only for emergencies. 

“Use it at an ATM to take out a few hundred, buy a bus ticket that will take you to VU, find your father.”

“I can’t—” Kevin repeats and Jean kneels in front of him again.

“If you want to live you will.” He says, then he grabs one of Kevin’s shoes and stuffs it onto his right foot. Then the other on the left. He sits back on his heels for a moment then puts his arms around Kevin, places a kiss against his clothed stomach. Then he rises, pulls Kevin to his feet, and sets his backpack on one shoulder. “Everyone is at practice now. No one will know you’re gone until it’s too late.”

“Jean—”

“Goddamn it, Kevin, go.”

“I want you to come with me.”

Jean freezes at that. Blinks several times. “And you know I want to go. But both of us, it’s impossible.”

“He’ll kill you.”

“He’ll never know.” Jean says. “The Master told me to get out of his sight. As far as they know I’m in the locker room.”

“But Jean—”

Jean pulls Kevin close, careful of his hand. He presses a kiss to his temple. “Now get the hell out of here. Call me when you can. Let me know you’re alright.”

“I will.”

[rikerxworf]

“I will find him. I will bring William Riker home. And fearful be the god or man or beast that stands in my way.”

Worfriker nation how are we doing on this fine Thursday;;;;

[iheartmoons]

if i were to write an original book which moots would read it 🤭🤭🤭

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I want to scream just saw your response and it was so cutee 😭😭😭 him lulling both of us to sleep is so cute😭😭 I don’t want to send him back to the see I know that I usually write fluff ask for this au but what if the reader has to move somewhere WITH NO SEA like Sweden bc if their work 😭😭😭 they would never be able to see each other and I am extra sad for the reader bc nobody would be as good as Suguru he would ruin their love life forever 🌙

HEHE I’M SO GLAD U THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE <33 i think mer!sugu would sing u to sleep all the time!! it’s his love language …….

but 😭😭 my sweet 🌙 anon …. how could u do this to me…… reader moving from mer!sugu’s beach would be sooo heartbreaking :((( if they moved anywhere he could follow i feel like he would, but if it was somewhere too dry for mer!sugu to live at i’d be so sad :’3 …. sigh. for my own mental health i’m just not gonna think abt that LMAO but it’s a very tasty angst scenario……. AND YES SUGU RLLY WOULD RUIN THEIR LOVE LIFE silly hot fish man is the new standard…. no other person could make them as happy 😔😔😔

in return for the treat i’ll offer u an angst thought of my own …. >:3 ok so. i imagine that merfolk age differently than humans right…. as for mer!sugu i feel like he’s around the same age as reader (probably a lil older mentally but physically the same)…….. but he would definitely outlive them :(( and i keep thinking abt that!! how tragic it is. mer!sugu would treasure their memory so dearly though… maybe there’s an intricate burying ritual for merfolk that he’d follow? like. collecting their bones and burying them by the beach… or down in the deep sea….. or maybe he makes a necklace with some pieces of their skeleton and wears it. so he always keeps a piece of them with him. Kinda Fucked Up but it’s a merfolk thing ok just roll w it 😭😭 they’re sinister creatures but also very devoted….

idk just. mer!sugu grieving reader for as long as he lives without them…. the idea of that makes me so so sad. imagine him swimming up to the surface when the moon looks the same as it did when they first met…… shedding a tear or two before returning to sea……. and his tears end up turning into a myriad of sea glass, covering the beach in green and blue and purple…….. or so the folktale goes <3 yeahhhh i just like the idea of their love story becoming a local fairy tale decades after reader has passed. it’s so bittersweet … T—T

sigh i got carried away again. tysm as always for chatting w me 🌙 anon!!! <33 i don’t think my heart can handle thinking abt mer!sugu angst…. i just want him to be pouty and cute all the time……… :(((

[oathkeeperoxas]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody & Luke Skywalker Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Luke Skywalker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Post-Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Child Luke Skywalker, POV CC-2224 | Cody, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Trans Obi-Wan Kenobi, Childhood Trauma, Complicated Relationships, Slavery, Families of Choice, Names, Choices Series: Part 12 of codywan on tatooine Summary:

Luke’s questions are getting harder as he gets older. Cody can only do his best to answer, and hope that Luke forgives him the scorched holes in his story.

[atanx]

bro.... i just read part 1 of the yuko lives au work and LORD did it put me in my feels. poor nishiki, i will always be waiting for part 2 to come out lololol

ADNVKSLCKWN THANK U <3

I do have ~2000 words of a sequel of sorts written that actually has yuko screentime and some ideas of what im going to continue with.

Considering that part will be between 1995 and 2005 though its heading into more slice of life territory for the moment which im admittedly not really experienced with.

I also have an issue with finishing fics so ive resolved to only post my stuff when it's complete and ill do my best to continue the series :D. Taking into account that my brainrot has been way more persistent than with any other fandom i might even succeed lol

Anyway thank u for reading and if you have any ideas that you feel would be cool or cute / wholesome, don't hesitate to share them with me!! :3

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

Okay another scenario I've been rotating around in my brain, (potential scene before the other one? Way to get Fuka close to the edge?) Len and Moke are yelling at eachother over something (bonus points if it's about Fuka without using his name 👀) and we see Fukase's starting to freak out because of all the yelling. Then Piko loses it and starts screaming at them to Shut The Fuck Up. He's not designed to yell so his voice is loud and glitchy. Once Piko finishes he drags fuka off and leaves. -🌟

(ik these two asks are technically lowkey different scenarios but just pairing em together here cause ??)

THIS IS ALL REALLY DEPRESSING WTF. 😭😭

like first things first for the first one, why are moke and len even arguing abt fukase. piko accidentally probably sorta adding to fuka freaking out b/c even more loud noise. someone save my homeboy 😔

and for the second one THAT DIALOGUE EXCHANGE? OUCH? WTF FUKASE'S DIALOGUE IS SAD AS HELL

please can all these bitches talk it out in group therapy. pls 😭🙏 cannot stand to see the boyes sad...

[theheadlessgroom]

https://beatingheart-bride.tumblr.com/post/707565030082805760/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“W-Well, you deserve to sleep comfortably too, Emily!” he insisted right back, as he sat a little more upright: Quite honestly, he’d be more than happy to give her his bed...but he also knew (even before she said so aloud) that she wouldn’t want to deprive him off the bed (especially after he’d just begun getting used to sleep in it...), leaving them once again at a bit of a stalemate...

(For a brief moment, the idea of the two of them sharing the bed crossed his mind, but he very quickly dismissed it, as his face suddenly turned white-hot behind the mask; he supposed that was one good thing about having it, so that Emily didn’t see him blush so hard and ask what the matter was...)

As much fun as it was to playfully to volley teases and arguments back and forth, Randall was now well aware of the tiredness beginning to sink in for him as he sat in his seat, eyelids beginning to grow heavy: Between the rainy, moody skies outside, the rhythm of the rain on the roof, and his own overall tiredness, his will to stay awake was beginning to ebb, as he stifled a little yawn (trying not to appear as tired as he was), saying (as one last weak protest), “I really don’t mind if you take the bed, Emily, r-really, I-I can get perfectly comfortable on the lounger...”

[50c14lly4nx10u5]

uuuugh where all the good fanfics at

i'm too picky for my own good 😔😔😔

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

May I say just Tyler pulling you close to him while you’re staying safe from a tornado hmmm

A lil protective moment with him is all I want 🫠🫠. Ask and you shall receive, my dear.

Pairing; Tyler Owen’s x reader

Word count; 1.2k (I got carried away just a little)

cw; tornadoes, rodeos, idk what else? FLUFFF AND a sprinkle of angst.

“Is this how they do it in Texas too?”

You looked up at the man beside you, his green eyes stilled on you. You were focusing on the rodeo he’d brought you to, men out on horses and bulls, taming the wild animals, riding their fears.

You looked back Tyler, he was still focused on you and not on the game. Heat rose to your cheeks, turning them into a red mess as you rubbed your hands nervously on the fat of your thighs. It was too hot to wear anything but jean shorts and a tank.

“Pretty much, not different from how they originally used to do back in the early days actually. But Texans have their pride.” You didn’t really have the accent to be taken as someone from Houston, but the badges- fabric patches with Velcro- you wore on your jeans at all times were evident enough of how proud you were to be from Texas.

The man chuckled, his eyes getting just a little smaller as crinkles formed around them, his cheeks lifting forming into a beautiful smile on his lips.

“Well ain’t that the right way to do it”

You both laughed, turning back to the rodeo. You tried to get a little bit comfortable in your seat, adjusting yourself before deciding to just sit a little bit straighter. Your hands reach for the arm rests, expecting the cold metal to make contact, but it never happens, instead your met with a warm, calloused palm of Tyler’s. He’s a little surprised at first, you both are, he slowly gathers the courage and weaves his hand through yours, helping you adjust.

You keep a hold of his hand, looking at him wide eyed and he’d say you look like a deer caught in headlights but that won’t do the justice to how beautiful your eyes look right now. The way sweat glistened on your body, your lips parted and slightly heavy breath of yours that fans his face. You’re mere inches away but it feels too far to him. He needs to feel you, feel those lips on his, caress your soft skin under his rough hands an-

A loud siren buzzes through the arena snapping the two of you out of it. A tornado siren. You felt the continuous buzz of the alert through your jeans, looking back at Tyler with the same look in your eyes.

We gotta get out of here.

And so, in a very calm yet hasty manner, you and Tyler take off. Calmly brushing past the crowd and scared civilians to get to his truck. It might not be enough to stay in there but you may have enough time to get somewhere safe.

Think think think, where is safe? And suddenly it hits you.

Your hands are still attached, his hand squeezing yours a little too tight when he feels like you might get swallowed by the rushing crowd.

“I got it!”

You finally get to his truck, quickly getting in and driving.

Tyler is scared, but the way a smile forms at your lips, he almost forgets you’re in the middle of fucking life and death.

“You got somewhere close?”

You nod, giving him the directions as he hits the gas on full. It’s an old bunker you found literally yesterday when you came out to explore the town. Trying to figure out places that could be safe for the people to evacuate to. It is small, enough to fit around two or three people and you hope it’s not jammed up for the two of you to seek shelter.

The tornado is not far behind. Gaining speed and strength as it chases the two of you. You’re not ready, this was not in the plan and you’re certain that today is not the day you’ll die. Not when you’ve just stared to get to know him.

Tyler strategically positions his car, activating the drills as the two of you exit, running towards the patch of metal in the middle of the farm field.

He gets to it first, letting go of your hand mid sprint to open it up for you. Letting you climb down before getting in, the metal trap door a little too heavy with the winds and rain for him to completely shut it. So he leaves it open, letting the cold rain pour down into the bullet as he reaches for you.

You’re holding onto the pipelines, not having it in you to move further because of the wind. You feel his hand on your waist, holding onto you for dear life as your grip on the pipes tightens. One hand holding onto you and the other onto the pipe right above you, Tyler grounds himself on the floor. His feet turned soon as he tried not to move. Your hand comes up to where his rests on your waist, clutching it tighter before he pulls you even closer, chest to back.

You can feel his heart pounding, like your own, against your back. You’re both heaving. Your heavy breathes turning into calmer ones as your eyes closed, trying to breathe in his scent, feeling the way his arm feels around you. Thinking about anything but the giant tornado above your head. The smell of him engulfs you and you find yourself thinking and wanting to feel is him, him, him, him.

It’s enough. The sheer skin to skin contact, the smell of your hair right under his nose, the feel of his hot breath on your neck. It sends shivers down both of your spines and in no time the sky clears and the wind and rain passes over. The tornado moved or completely died, you’re not sure.

But you’re sure about the man that is still latched to you. Holding onto for dear life. The way he’s nuzzling his nose into your hair, his lips brushing against your scalp and leaving tiny kisses you can barely make out.

“It’s gone” your voice is nothing but a whisper. You turn in his arms, his hand still attached to your waist as you look up at him through wet lashes.

He has this wild look in his eyes, concern, fear, and love all moulded into one. You feel them dart to your lips, and back to your eyes before his other hand comes up to brush some hair from your face.

“Thank you for that” he whispers, “if you hadn’t known about this place, I’d probably be dead”

You give him a smile, squeezing his arm before snaking your way out of his grasp.he reluctantly lets go of you, wanting to keep contact with your soft skin and that close proximity that kept you warm. But he lets you go, you’re shaken, just a little bit. This wasn’t your first tornado, but god it felt like you both were about to die there.

He helps you get back up, climbing up the ladder just behind you.

The walk back to the truck is quiet, you’re only half an arm length away from him but it feels too far.

He opened the door to the passenger seat, letting you in before getting into the drivers seat himself. Letting out a long breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in before deciding to break the silence.

“So, you know anymore rodeos that end like that?”

A/n; The ending feels rushed, idk? I hope you liked it!! Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated, lovies🫶🏻🫶🏻.