#its angsty and sad and :(((

[bluerosefox]

Saying Sorry Will Never Be Enough

Feeling a bit angsty so I had this idea.

Danny is dating one of the Bats/Birds, and everything is going great, amazing even! They know each other secrets (from powers to everything etc), they have a wonderful place to live (even if its in Gotham), Danny is in college on the way to becoming a space engineer (and he does side jobs for unrestful ghosts), he's actually getting sleep again since leaving Amity Park, gets along with their friends and family (those who Danny or his partner still talk to, up to the writer), there is even talk about marriage and perhaps adoption/kids in the future between Danny and the Bat/Bird he's dating!

Everything is setting up for a good life in his future, something Danny didn't think could have after his accident. He was happy finally, and currently packing up his old apartment because he's moving in with his partner in a few days.

So he felt like his core was being pulled out of him when he opens his apartment door one day receiving a knock to find his parents, who had hadn't seen since they kicked him out of the house after coming clean about being Phantom (their words of anger and denial that their son was 'dead' and now a monster, still hurt)

Sure they didn't attack him or proclaim he's dead but still their last words and anger HURT.

Danny didn't give them a chance to open their mouths, both looking nervous and guilty, before he slams the door close and turns invisible, grabs his phone, and fly's out of his apartment to his partner's place in a panic attack.

His partner, isn't happy.

[10underoot2]

I thought I would have so much to say about the car accident scene. And while I could go on for a while on why it's everything I've ever wanted from a scene of this nature and why it's a beautifully acted cinematic piece, I do think the beauty of the scene lies so much in silence. Their expressions are do a fantastic job to express their emotional state so I'm just gonna call attention to a few things I won't get over anytime soon.

Imagine being Haein and seeing your husband wrecking a car window in hysteria. Imagine seeing disbelief on his face when he sees you and walks towards you. Imagine watching him unable to breathe properly (sound on and high for this scene). Imagine seeing life flood into him as soon as you touch him.

Jiwon plays such an important part here. Because Haein has NEVER seen Hyunwoo like this. He's a pretty calm nice, non-violent guy. She knows him to like mostly everyone and he rarely gets angry - he's pretty composed. But then what is this look of complete shattered pain on his face? With a mix of disbelief, bearing the heaviest heart on the planet? He's unrecognisable to her. She can't make sense of any of his actions. She's in utter shock hearing how hardly any air is making it's way into his lungs.

In his eyes is a look of crazed wilderness just tamed. He's out of his sense. Completely lost in the events that have just passed. Not believing that he can breathe. That it's okay. All is well in the world for now. She's unscathed.

'What's going on? Calm down.'

The way she asks him to calm down - touching his face - cause she just doesn't know what in the world could send him in such a frenzy to forget himself. Her asking him to calm down here is everything to me. She's really just saying I'm here okay. Calm down. Calm down, you can breathe. Tell me what happened and I can fix it.

'Even still, Are you crazy? How could you break the window with your bare hands? Look at this!'

I know it probably didn't register to him at that point. But he's hearing her being worried for him again when he thought her lost forever. Wouldn't that sound like music to his ears.

And her...god she's so worried for him. She's never seen him like this. She doesn't know what happened to make him like this. One she sees his absolutely broken bloody hand. Two she's seeing her husband absolutely crushed. She's so confused.

That is until his words hit her like a truck. I think she had an idea that he did it to save her but she didn't know he did it because he thought her dead. And that makes all the difference for her.

Also I thought it was very interesting to keep showing his injured hand clenching. I think it was a way to show how the physical pain still didn't hold a candle to his emotional turmoil. He CLENCHES that broken hand multiple times. I can't even begin to think when he actively registered the pain.

The need for constant touch to reaffirm that she indeed is there. The sitting down. The head on her hand. The heavy breathing. *Chef's kiss*

I love women comforting the man they love when he's broken. Gah! That hand on his face and hug. Her embracing him. Letting him cry all he wants. Giving him the reaffirmation he needs by placing her self as close to him as possible. Trying to tame and override his sense. The hand on the nape of his neck. The hand caressing his hair lovingly. And good god, the RINGS.

Also notice his breathing on her shoulder. He's trying to calm himself. Telling himself she's here. Hearing her say it's alright. Everything will be alright.

I'm sure they stay like this until the ambulance comes and asks them if they're hurt. Only then Haein must've gently tore him apart from her (hand on his face again ofcourse) and convinced/guided him to finally get treatment. I can just Imagine Hyunwoo completely dishevelled going, 'Huh *sniffs*......oh.......Right, my hand' and that's when the pain hits him.

Special mention to the hospital conversation when Haein asks him 'Will you sob like this if I die?' and he says truthfully, bashfully, embarrassed but without missing a beat 'Ofcourse.' He's hiding behind nothing. He truly meant to give up on himself after her.

For me this is also the night Haein starts to write her diary. Hyunwoo must've been sound asleep, amped up on painkillers and she must've had so much time to sit and admire him and write.

Gif credits: @wolha and @seawherethesunsets

[starry-bi-sky]

"Stillborn? No, no, still born." -- DPXDC AU

Based off a comment I saw where Bruce knew about Talia's pregnancy in the earlier comivs, and was ecstatic to be a father. So much so that Talia feared he'd give up being Batman for it, so when she gave birth she put the baby (Damian) on a doorstep and (seemingly) told Bruce that the baby was stillborn.

Instead of Damian, that baby was Danny! Meet Daniel Brown, the 14 year old foster kid whose been living with the Fenton family for the last two years. He's about two years older than Damian.

His last name, "Brown", was a generic surname given to him because the note he came with didn't have one on it. It just had the name "Danyal" on it, but albeit 'Daniel' was the one that had been put into the system for, I'll be totally frank here, racism reasons.

(I looked it up to make sure, and it's generally not permissible for foster parents to change the names of their foster kids even if it's a permanent residency, and for that reason Danny doesn't have the last name "Fenton".)

Danny's got ✨~issues!~✨ He's been through a handful of homes growing up, most of them terrible for a variety of reasons. Which has, as a result, left lasting scars. He's generally a very sweet kid, just very distrustful and jumpy. He's got the signs of a kid suffering from PTSD, and a handful of other issues including attachment and insomnia. His inferiority complex could rival Damian's, and that's going to make for an interesting mutual hatred for when they finally meet.

(something I'll get into later)

He still has the blanket he was found in. It's made of a very high quality material and is a beautiful emerald green with little golden thread accents, it's high quality as a result has Danny clinging onto a desperate hope that his bio family might be out there, and the only reason they gave him up was because of some outside factor. It's been taken a few times in old foster homes, and he's flipped out each time.

While he still calls Jack and Maddie by their names, he likes them well enough. The bar isn't that high though, and while they're some of the better foster parents he's had, "better" doesn't equal "safest". Their laboratory malpractice. Basically, C- Fenton Parents. They're negligent by virtue of being engrossed in their work, but they do care equally about Jazz and Danny. So he doesn't hold it against them that much.

He kinda prefers it that way, their loud affection is overwhelming and Danny doesn't know what to do with their attention, even if he craves it. It's a bit of a complicated situation.

They took in Danny because they genuinely wanted another child, but didn't want a big age gap between them and Jazz. It was actually Jack's idea to foster, and they discussed it with Jazz beforehand. She was all for the idea. Thus, a handful of weeks later, a ton of paperwork, and inspection later, and Daniel Brown entered their household with a trash bag in one hand and eyes like shards of stained glass.

His relationship with Jazz is kinda strained, but that's by virtue of her constant psychoanalyzing and helicoptering. Like with the parents, Danny's overwhelmed by the attention and also just, straight up doesn't like the fact that she's telling him that there's something wrong with him. He knows that, thank you. He pushes her away when she does this.

Other than that though? When Jazz isn't smothering him and is acting like an actual sibling and not a third parent, they're pretty close, and Danny really likes her. They've hung out a few times on their own volition, and Jazz showed him how to take better care of his long hair.

His school situation,, pretty similar to canon with the bullying, albeit with a few more instances of him blowing a fuse and lashing out against his attackers. He's a rather angry kid, but it's quiet. It builds up, piles on top of itself, until eventually, like a volcano, it erupts and burns everyone within radius.

Danny's got a fire core, not an ice core. Phantom's hair is made of white magma; thick and heavy, setting itself on fire when his anger runs hot. When he gets angry, his skin begins to char and split open to reveal pulsating lava underneath, and he crackles and pops like a raging forest fire.

I haven't decided yet on how he meets the batfam -- i've got two ideas but they're both in opposition to each other, and drastically alter how the rest of the plot goes. But I do know that him and Damian hate each other in the beginning. And it has nothing to do with inheritance or "being the blood son" -- although their blood relation absolutely plays the major role in their disdain for each other.

Simply put, they're jealous of each other for the same thing: thinking that the other was wanted.

Damian hates Danny because, unlike Damian, Bruce knew about Danny since conception and wanted him from the moment he heard about him. He had a whole nursery set up, and still does. He never took it down -- just locked the door. Damian was thrust upon Bruce without warning, and he feels like he forced himself into the family. And while on some level Damian knows and understands that Bruce wants him and loves him as much as his other children, that doubt and feeling of inferiority still remains. He looks at Danny and sees him with what Damian always feels he needs reaffirmed.

Meanwhile, Danny hates Damian because he looks at him and sees him with everything Danny's ever wanted. He hates him because Damian grew up knowing both of their parents, with one of them for most of his life, and then moved over to the other. There was never a moment where Damian was (seemingly) left to doubt his place within the family. Damian was raised with the very same woman who left Danny on a doorstep, with no clue to his identity beyond a little green blanket and a note with only a first name. Damian was wanted everywhere, and Danny was wanted nowhere. Damian is Danny's replacement in his eyes.

(It's the little revelation that Damian grew up with their mother that elevates Danny from being quietly envious of Damian to downright despising him. What did Damian do, that Danny didn't? He could live with Damian living with Bruce -- Bruce didn't know Danny was even alive. But him living with their mom? Are you fucking kidding him?)

Damian never outright attacks Danny physically, but it's not like he hides that he didn't like Danny. Meanwhile, Danny, in all his repressive anger, quietly despised him from a distance until finally one wrong snide side-comment has him blowing up and it becomes a screaming match. They're both just enough similar to each other that when they look at each other they really just see a mirror.

They'll work it out together, eventually. But it'll be ugly and cruel and explosive, and they'll start mending the bridge to become brothers in more than just blood relation in the end.

But yeah, stillborn Danny has... a lot going for him.

[stiffyck]

I'll probably lose followers over this but can scar exist on his own without being something grian can constantly angst over.... can scar be an actual person instead of just someone who provides grian comfort and nothing else.....

Sorry but most of the time desert duo fans will make Scars whole character just about Grian and it's. So weird. Give Scar his own personality and his own issues and make him feel like an actual person im begging. You can give scar some angst even if you're focusing on grian.

Can we like make Scar an actual character and not just a guy who's there because Grian grian grian

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

;3

[the-hatake-herald]

Crestfallen On The Landing (KakashixReader)

A/N: I was listening to Champagne Problems when I thought of this scenario. This whole thing is so whiney. Sorry, here ya go.

Warnings: *SFW* Curse words. Yearning, so much yearning. They do not get together in the end. Kissing. Hand holding. Lusting.

Word count: 1700+

CLICK HERE FOR PART 2!

She would've made such a lovely bride; what a shame he's f*cked in the head.

The Winter Solstice celebration marked the longest night of the year. It was a time for reflection and renewal. Family and friends gathered together to remember lost loved ones, share a meal, and enjoy each other's company. Later, at midnight, the village bundled up and made their way outside. Fireworks would shoot through the sky and give everyone energy again. If the children were lucky, a snowball fight would ensue, and the entire village would laugh and pelt each other with snow.

The food had been put away. Everyone gathered in the living room, and you weren't sure how you ended up behind Kurenai's old piano.

"Hey, (Y/N)-sensei, play us something!" Naruto cheered, always the life of the party.

"You have been quiet tonight. It would be nice to hear your voice." Kurenai added as Iruka raised his champagne flute in a mock salute.

If looks could kill, they would've been on the floor. It was Kurenai who insisted you celebrate at her place instead of sitting in bed at home. Since your latest fight with Kakashi, you'd spent most of your time completing various missions and hiding in your apartment with cheap wine. You didn't want to be anywhere near him, but you also wanted to be as close to him as physically possible in a public space.

While you had successfully avoided him so far, you couldn't help but sneak looks at him throughout the night when he was too busy to notice you. The curve of his jaw, the way his shoulders heaved when he laughed, the flex of his biceps as he helped Guy move the couch, the way he rolled a pair of dice as he and Iruka played a card game - everything about him drove you crazy. You wanted to go to him and beg him to take you home, but in your lust-filled daze, you couldn't forget your fight.

Your fight had been brewing for weeks before it exploded, months even. This fight bubbled under the surface the moment you and Kakashi decided to take things further than friendship. He couldn't commit. It wasn't that there were other women and he was sleeping around - there was only you. He said as much in the heat of your fight. His past - it always went back to his past. You sympathized with his fears of losing yet another person he cared for, but as you screamed at him, you admitted it was already too late. If you died on your next mission, he would lose another person he cared for.

Kakashi refused to admit he cared that deeply. He said they could end their relationship that night and return to being friends, and he wouldn't feel as much fear. So that's what he did. He told you no, he wouldn't admit he loved you, he wouldn't marry you. He'd go back to being lonely before he'd let himself be that vulnerable again. And you had been avoiding him ever since.

Now, you were put on the spot. Forced to speak beyond the simple pleasantries you'd be making all evening. Forced to perform for everyone. You didn't have stage fright; you enjoyed singing, dancing, and music, which was well known. Singing now, however, meant that either Kakashi wouldn't stop staring at you, or he'd not even bother to look at you. You didn't know which was worse.

"Come on, (Y/N). Play something beautiful!" Guy cheered from his corner of the room. Right next to Kakashi, of course. For the first time that evening, you two locked eyes.

Flooded with grief and confusion, your arms trembling, you sat at the piano amidst the cheers and muted conversations in the room. You wanted to play the most heartwrenching melody. Instead, you played a lively tune with Naruto, Kiba, and Choji battling for the "loudest voice" award. Their camaraderie made you laugh, brightening your spirits for the first time in days.

As eyes drifted away from you and everyone returned to their conversations, you needed a moment alone. Kurenai's guest bathroom was the smallest room in the world, you were sure, and the lack of space didn't exactly calm you down, but the cold water was a relief against your face. It wasn't until you completed three breathing cycles and turned the water off that you heard the silence coming from the living room.

Coats and mittens were gone from the guest room as you went down the hall. By the door, everyone's boots were missing. Everyone had left for the fireworks that would be starting any moment. Everyone but Kakashi.

You stopped in your tracks, wringing your coat between your hands as you stared at each other.

"Are you okay?" -- "Why did you wait for me?" You both asked at the same time.

With a slight smile, you shrugged, "I'm okay. Just needed time alone."

Kakashi stuck his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall, "I didn't want you to get left behind all alone," He offered.

"Then I guess we should join the others," you said quickly, wrapping yourself in your coat. As you opened the front door, you gasped at the crowd gathered outside. Kurenai's doorway was blocked by a large, imposing figure waiting for the fireworks display to start. He turned to look at you, and you waved awkwardly before closing the door.

"Nevermind," You faltered, keeping your face turned away from his.

"Kurenai's balcony will have a good view. It would be quieter, too." Kakashi gestured through the kitchen.

Quiet was the last thing you wanted, and throwing Kakashi in with the quiet wouldn't do any good, but you moved through the kitchen in silence as Kakashi led the way.

The cool, crisp air stung your eyes as you settled against the railing of the balcony. The Winter Solstice fireworks were always beautiful and a marvel, but you couldn't get excited. You imagined the fireworks would light up Kakashi's face in stunning hues of oranges and reds, blues and yellows, and your stomach churned.

He would smile through his mask, the mask you'd kissed so many times before. You loved kissing him through his mask; it made kissing him without it so much more special. His eyes would sparkle as the fireworks shot up into the air - even his Sharingan eye hidden underneath his forehead protector. The tomoe in his eye would spin in beautiful circles. He would be beautiful. And you had to sit here and watch it while your head swam with the grief of knowing he'd never truly be yours. How could you move on from this?

"(Y/N)." Kakashi started, turning his face away from the night sky, "I'm sorry. I really am." His breath frosted on the air.

"Don't." You held up a hand. How long had you been staring at him like a love-struck puppy?

"Please let me finish." He begged, taking your hand in his. Your heart fluttered, but your head recoiled, urging you to pull away from the embrace you so desperately wanted.

"I know I've fucked this up before repair," He sighed, circling the back of your hand with his thumb, "But the right person will come along and sweep you off your feet, and-"

"Oh, don't give me that," You jerked your hand away. You should've smacked him, but instead, you curled your hands into fists by your side, "You love me, Kakashi. It's too late for you to back out of ... whatever this is!" You argued, your voice rising slightly.

"(Y/N)." Kakashi warned, taking a step toward you.

"And I love you too. We love each other. This isn't purely physical, even if it started that way." You continued to protest as he continued to move closer.

"You even told me there was no one else for you. You can't commit to me, even though losing me would break us both. It will be just as bad as losing me on a mission. Except in the former scenario, I'm alive. You have to see my face nearly every day." You rattled on. You'd already said this last time. It didn't work then, but something in Kakashi's eye made you push on.

"You'll have to see me be with someone else. Marry someone else. Have children with someone else. You may even be my future child's sensei... is that what you want?! Do you want me to be someone else's?" Tears welled up in your eyes. He was only an arm's length away now.

"If there's no one else for you, then there's no one else for me." You whispered. You turned to face him, now only inches away. He pushed you backward, gently, until your back hit the wall and closed the space between you.

You didn't see when he removed his mask before his lips crashed into yours. His kiss wasn't gentle; it was hungry and filled with a sense of raw yearning that had been kept away for far too long.

A hiss raced through the dark sky, exploding into a beautiful pop of pink and white. Once the fireworks started, they didn't stop for a full thirty minutes. They exploded one after the other, casting vibrant hues across your faces.

You gripped Kakashi's shoulders, afraid that he might disappear. You returned his kiss with equal passion, your mouth parting slightly to deepen your connection. His tongue met yours in a heated display of dominance, exploring and claiming you.

Kakashi's hands roamed down your back, pulling you as close to his body as possible. The feel of his toned body beneath yours sparked a fire in you that matched the exploding fireworks in the air, but as you let out a soft moan. Kakashi stopped. He led a small trail of kisses down your neck and buried his head in the crook of your shoulder.

You gasped for air, your bodies heaving. You wanted so much more, but the sinking feeling of dread welled up inside your body. The feel of his body against yours was starting to burn.

"I can't." Kakashi finally whispered, leaving a final kiss on your collarbone, "I would rather live in agony watching you be happy with someone else than shackling you to me." He pulled away, his eye meeting yours.

You tried reaching out for him again, but in an instant, he was gone. Leaving you with only the booms and bright colors in the sky and your heart on your sleeve.

[dovewingkinnie]

went back to one of my old aus (will be surprised if anyone remembers the 'basic fnaf au') where william and phone guy get stuffed into springbonnie and fredbear/golden freddy (they were both just normal suits made to perform with but no one got the chance to use them cause these two fellas died in them) i made it so they become the shadows after dying in the suits and get to reunite as ghosts yay!! but also not yay because that is scary

[arty-tardigrade]

"I told you... They didn't care."

[feraldude]

logan and victor being husbands (a compilation)

[olasketches]

me and like two other sukuna stans making posts about how miserable he is

[superheroesandspies]

Elly Conway was born and raised in upstate New York. She wrote her first novel about Agent Argylle while working as a waitress in a late-night diner, where Aidan Wilde secretly “spied” on her.

Just a little something inspired by @soinspiredbyyou's post [x]

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Her Sunrise 🌄 Her Dawnbreaker

Ever since the very first time I read Still in Dark, the detail of Zayne being covered in scars from fighting wanderers/abominations has sat so heavy on my heart. Because you know that poor man hasn't been getting any professional medical help. Much like Xavier, he's just riding those injuries out, only unlike Xav, he's not blessed with a body that heals itself with relative ease.

This particular 'moment' is from a fic I'm still formatting in my head, that will hopefully see the light of day soon. His expression is a reflection of your own when you realize just how much he's been through. Our poor little meow meow 😩

My desire to bring this man into my arms and shield him from everything overwhelms me sometimes, and today I sat consumed with the desire to do just that, so instead of doing all my other obligations I did... this. Lol.

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[bl00doodle]

DOODELS

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

yknow how richas said that bad's house doesn't feel like a Tio Bad house. he's right, in that it doesn't feel like a bad house. This isn't typically bad's building style, nor his usual colour palette. but richas was wrong, because it is a tio bad house. because the eggs helped him make it. you can see them in it its construction, in the colours and the blocks and the details. it's not a house built BY bad, even when he placed so many of its blocks. it's a house built For him.

he constantly loved them with his armour and his hearts and his weapons, all the little bits he did to help the parents protect and keep them. and now, even when he won't remember them, he'll be surrounded by their love too. when he is gone, the love for him will remain

[lolabearwrites]

My happy, ideal ending: the star-touched elves become the final boss of the series and the gang team up with Aaravos to take them down (somehow) then Aaravos can bring Leola back with the last quasar diamond, and they can go back to the stars happily ever after