#i just wanted angst

[stxrmylxve]

for @atkatsuki

prompt: Hi was going to ask could you make something for souya. Like if you to were to die in his arm.

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of a manhunt (vague), implying murder, mentions of hell, overall sad content

One thing that Souya values the most is you. He is seen as scary, with a constant angry face and all, but he isn’t at all scary, which was something you had picked up on since day one.

Since then, he has come to the realization that he loves you, and would do anything for you. He kept you out of his gang life, for your own safety of course, but word still got out about him dating you. It put your life in jeopardy. More than once, someone has come by to scout out your house, hoping to find you to prove a point to Souya’s gang.

As as you laid there in his arms, gasping for every ounce of air that your lungs could take, something lit inside of him. Something bad, something that he would never allow you to see. Something that, if those scared of him saw, they would run away in horror as they feared their lives.

He had already lost everything before, and you were the light at the end of the tunnel for him. You brought him joy in ways he never thought he needed. So he cried. He cried over your still body until no more tears could come out, until the police arrived and took him away, he cried.

But it wasn’t the end. No, not at all. Hell was waiting for those that took you away from him, and it wasn’t the place they were going first. Souya Kawata was going to give them worse than hell the next time he saw even one of their men.

This, my friends, was the start of a war.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[prophecychanged]

@stolenfates 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗔𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗬: you said i'm the love of your life about a million times. (for April, from Jackson)

𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 , effortless , automatic. something she feels as if she is born to do , even if it will kill her. how long she has carried this feeling , has drowned beneath the complications and fears. has triumphed against them , claimed him as hers in every way before god and all she held dear. man and wife , sickness and health. how vows seem to crumble like discarded paper , words and feelings growing meaningless beneath it all.

their precious baby boy , gone before he had a chance. the burden of outliving your child is one she'd never wish on her enemies. it has transformed the pair of them , made them unrecognizable. april cannot look at her reflection , she no longer sees herself. no , for now she sees april kepner : grieving parent , a childless mother. it feels like she is drowning , hands desperately out for jackson to save her , though he is unable. it feels like a disconnect , like what she needs from him is impossible and what he needs from her even more so. it feels like once solid teammates are now speaking two different languages. grief is a horrible blanket to wear , april feels suffocated beneath it. she needs to get out , but how?

jackson's words linger. they fill the air and space between them , wrap them up , bind them together. it is true , these words have left her lips countless times. yet , april cannot find it in herself to recall the last time she has said such a thing to him. she cannot remember when she has been a fraction of the woman she was only weeks prior. she blinks at jackson , curled up in a ball on their couch. her head is bowed in shame , frustrated , hurt , and angry. no , not at him , but at the world. at the god she gave her life to , was a faithful servant to. how did this come to happen to them? it didn't seem fair.

❝ you are , jackson. you know you are. ❞ april's voice is scratchy , throat raw from fitful sobs. it takes several long moments for light eyes to look up , to find her husband. ❝ i don't have it in me to say it anymore. i don't have much in me these days. ❞ tone remains low , head coming to bury itself in hands. fingers grasp at orange curls , tugging slightly. a heavy sigh leaves her , april rocking herself beneath the current of the empty world she finds herself in. ❝ i just need some time alone. it's not personal. it's what i need. ❞

[chloesimaginationthings]

What if Mike got the bad ending of the FNAF movie..

[bonerot19]

I know we like writing fics where Jason is all "I'm not the kid you lost" and "he died and I'm all the worst parts of him that came back" and whatever. but lately I've been thinking about a Jason that's angry bc everyone thinks he came back wrong, because to him, he's the same as he's always been. sure, he's more upset and angry and traumatized, but he's still Jason.

I've been thinking about a Jason that spent most of the time since his death underground and then catatonic. to him, hardly any time has passed at all. to his family, three years have gone by. and Jason knows he looks different than he did, and he knows he's sharper around the edges, now, but he's still Jason. he's the same kid that died and now he's back and why doesn't anyone see that?

they're the ones that changed, not him

[factual-fantasy]

Ya'll.. hear me out-

[corseque]

More info on the deleted Solas sex scene

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[hyenaa-euphoria]

hope 1/???

more angst!! i am actually building an au around this comic but I’ve never done aus before so like this is new to me!!!

[meliorism-numinous]

Moonlight

If he ever manages to escape there will be nothing left for him to return to.

He is a dead man walking.

[stxrmylxve]

Revenge is sweet for some

Prompt from online: [name1] is involved in some sort of accident. [name2] finds out and rushes to the scene, calling [name1] frantically as they race to the scene of the accident.

name1: mitsuya name2: y/n

“And current news we received just now was that there was a shoot out at the Musashi Shrine, police say there was only one victim by the name of Mitsuya Takashi, more information to come soon. And as for the weather-”

You shot up from the couch, the tired draining out of your face to become replaced with fear as you dialed his number. It rang.. and rang.. and rang. You ended it and recalled him. And it rang.. and rang… and rang. Tears pricked your eyes as you threw on some shoes and ran out the door, tears streaming down your face as you ran as fast as you could.

You knew when you were close to the shrine when you saw the blue lights and caution tape, lighting up the darkening sky like a lightbulb.

“Mitsuya!” you yell, alerting some of the police as they stepped in front of you.

“Get out of-”

“You are of no authority allowed in here.” the police man said as he bearhandled you, throwing you to the ground to stop you from kicking.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Mitsuya getting taken out of there on a strecher, all color drained from his face. Shortly behind him walked out Hakkai and Mikey, in cuffs with tears running down their faces.

When Mikey saw you, his eyes widened as tears fell even harder. It must be horrible for you to see this mess. He shook his head as he yelled to the police officer to let him go.

“I didn’t do it! I promise, it was Kisaki damnit!” he yelled as he threw the officer down, running towards you, only to get thrown down too by other officers.

He thrashed around as the police groaned in pain each minute, but he never got to you. He looked up at you from the ground as he was picked up and pushed into the police car next to Hakkai, shaking his head as they slammed the door.

“Fuckin criminals.” the police officer spat as he got in the drivers seat and sped off.

You got up and ran the other way, tears blurring your vision. You couldn’t bear a second longer seeing that gang fall apart. At one point, you tripped and fell, but the pain on your knee was nothing compared to the pain in your heart.

“Did y’r boyfriend die yet?” a voice broke the sobs as Kisaki came out of the shadows, pushing his glasses up.

Anger flooded your senses as you shot up and lunged for him, throwing him to the ground and scattering his glasses elsewhere. You straddled him in anticipation to punch him, only to have a razor blade dance along your neck.

“Let’s not do that, shall we?” hanma says with a grin as he moved the razor blade in a swift movement, paralyzing you as you fell on your side.

“Really? That was boring hanma.”

[hinamie]

quick itfs sketch page

[bunnieswithknives]

As much as I love angst I think it would be funny if he just didnt give af

[chloesimaginationthings]

Friendship never dies in FNAF..

[reichurine]

bodyswap au but a bit of a sad take oops, pt3

pt2 here