#someone give me a lobotomy

[nowheregril]

bark bark woof woof

[cecelyra]

[silkythewriter]

✬ఌA loving feelingఌ✬

Warnings: Angst, Heart break, no happy ending

Fandom: Lmk

Author note: HI HI!! So I’ve gotten a few requests didn’t actually expect so many of you to still be here! Keep them coming I’m so sorry for how late this came out!, this was requested by messages!\(^ヮ^)/

Summary: you and macaque have a special love, one that is not shown nor celebrated. Merely there to serve both of your and his lonesome nights when no one else is there to keep you warm from the coldness of the world. You aren’t partners, just objects to be called when needed by either person. You can stare as longingly as you want towards him but deep down you know he’ll never be yours for long

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3. ❤️

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“What do you do with a loving feeling If the loving feeling makes you all alone?“

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The soft hum of the AC echos through the small and quiet apartment of yours, as cold air fills the bedroom you rest in. You clutch the sheets harder in your grasp as you hide and huddle under them almost as if a barrier, but even with mountains upon mountains of soft fabric on you. Nothing seemed to fill nor protect you from the growing coldness climbing your body as if a parasite, leaving trails of goosebumps on your shaking body.

Your mind wondered to the only thing that seemed warm enough, warmer then any expensive or lavish blanket or sheet made for gods.

Him.

You knew he was most likely off somewhere in the shadows alone. You knew him well enough to know alone is how he liked it most of the time. But only Most of the time cause no matter how much he tried to hide under all the shadows or darkness of the night. The same coldness crept to him, you knew that but it’s an unspoken thing, a topic to turn your eye to because you knew you didn’t like the answers and more questions it came along with it.

You shut your eyes softly taking in the humming of the AC as you wondered you thoughts. Weather or not it worth picking up your phone and calling that secret number he gave you, making you swear to always delete it from your phone once done which you obeyed every time.

With a soft huff of finally a conclusion you picked up your phone from the night stand, pressing In each number with ease, never forgetting any number. The small ring form the phone filled your ears as you waited with desperate eyes peering at your phone before looking off to the wall. Somehow no matter how many times you’ve called before each time never gets easier. Nerves would kick in though you knew the answer he would give. You knew how the call would play out, how’d it start, and how’d it end. Almost as if a loop-

“Hello?”

You were quickly snapped out of thought as you looked to the phone.

“Hey”

You said with a bit of a crack before quick clearing your throat

“Weathers cold, was wondering if you were free?”

You continued as you relaxed back into bed waiting for his answer. All you heard was ruffling from his side before he sighed

“I’ll be there in a few.”

His cold tone made you only look down towards the aged floor as you ashamedly drew you lips to a line. You were inconvenience to him at worst, and a stand in, or poor recreation of love both you and him lacked at best. You knew that still the tense of you heart didn’t hurt any less.

“Okay..”

You said in a soft whisper before he hanged up the call. Leaving you still staring at your phone with sadden eyes. You only stared for a moment longer before putting it aside and hiding under the useless blankets. As you huddled your limbs closely to your chest before closing your eyes, just wanting to sleep to pass the painfully slow tic of time.

And even through the prickling coldness your managed to drift off even if for just for what seemed for a second. Before awakened by the dip in your bed and the creeks and squeaks of protest the mattress made to the newly added weight. You remember that smell all to well, you knew who it was. But no greetings nor hellos needed to be exchanged. Only the heat of your body’s before one had to go. You never exchanged goodbyes or farewells. Only the exchanged of what you needed.

The shifts of blankets were apparent as a figure slid behind you, softly snaking their arms around you as they shifted into a comfortable position. No words were said as the cold that was creeping up your body disappeared, mellowing out with the warmness radiating off of them.

So why did you still feel so cold?

Desperate for any comfort, any way to get rid of the ache in your stomach from the empty physical warmness given to you. You turned to him and asked him a simple question, but to you two and the nature of your relationship, it was as if asking the most complex question.

“How was your day?”

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Silence. Only silence, no response was given, only a look of dullness in his eyes before humming and closing his eyes. And though you expected it, prepared yourself for the bland lifeless answer. It still hurt, it stung.

Your lips reminded sown together as your eyes reminded half hooded before you shifted around, now clinging onto his shirt with your head on his chest, desperately soaking up what you could before you enviable departure. He didn’t care much what you did, nor what you wanted to be fair. He was only giving his part of this deal, fulfilling the “debt” he owed from the other nights he had called you in. The silence in the room wasn’t awkward, nor comforting, just silence, it didn’t feel like another person was in the room it felt as if you were just hugging a heated pillow. Yet you still found yourself engulfed with a drowning filling of need and want for the six eared demon. You had no more space to think with the overwhelming feeling you felt, no time to think of why, no time to think how the only sliver of affection he gave you was transactional, no time to think how his mind only wondered off to its own imagination and past, having no space to give to you, not like it was willing to. He had not concerns for you, even if you were clinging onto him as if he was going to be whisked off, he just could care less. And no matter how much that fact was drilled into your head, no matter how degrading the feeling of unwanted-ness, only needed when called felt. You couldn’t stop, like a drug you couldn’t stop. He was all to intoxicating, like a over powered perfume no matter how much you tried he still filled your senses, your thoughts, and your actions.

Your mind drowned in thoughts, head pounding to ask the question you already knew the answer to. Even from the little time you both talked you still observed and knew so much about him, like the back of your hand, you already knew his thoughts, his answers, and every little detail, not needing him to tell you, because you already knew. But even with your teeth digging into the meat of your tongue, bitting back the question you knew would weight so much, yet be answered by him non the less. You knew his answer would affect you, mentally and physically and yet even with the great pressure of nerves and the tightness of your throat, you asked it.

“Do you love me?”

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You looked up at him slowly, with only desperate eyes, searching for emotion, any, anger,disgust, regret, anything. Yet he still kept his eyes trained on your crack celling letting a silence fall between you two.

“Of course I don’t, but you already knew that.”

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AHHH TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST, I’m so sorry for the wait since this was my first fic in a while I wanted it to be more decent then my last ones I hope you enjoy!

Not gonna lie writing angst for my first ask in a while was definitely a challenge but one I loved! Thank for being the first to request! \(^ヮ^)/❤︎︎

[ninjagrace]

tbhk timeloop where mitsuba is stuck reliving ch 48 until he can figure out how to stop kou from dying but he can’t make himself jump off the ledge to save him

[nutcasewithaknife]

There's something so heartbreaking about how well Di Feisheng and Li Xiangyi know each other better than anyone else, but also fail to know the most important things. You will be the one I trust when my life is at risk. You are the one I trust to not cause a diplomatic nightmare even if you are the most wanted criminal of this world. I trust your word. I can recognise your sword even better than you can. They breathe the same air with such wonderful ease for people who were supposedly each other's bane.

But they barely understand each other too!! Di Feisheng at first cannot see what value life as Li Lianhua can ever carry. Li Lianhua flees, sure that Li Xiangyi will only hold Di Feisheng back, while in fact Di Feisheng only started learning to live for himself at his side. Di Feisheng waits at the shore for a new start, fully confident that Li Xiangyi will find him once he is well and all is fixed, and gets a letter of farewell. The one you know is far in the past. You used to know parts of me back then that are the very bones of who I am. The one who is before you now is a mere image of the past. The one you know is no longer here. Is there anything quite as painful as realising you never really knew the person you knew the best?

[irenicquiet]

Rewatching the first movie again and noticing a lot of stuff, one of those things being how many similarities there are between the trolls and bergens?? i remember someone jokingly posting about how their grandma said branch was part bergen (i would credit you but i totally forgot who you are and what platform i saw the post on, i am so so sorry) and now its got me thinking bc like,,,,, look just work with me here

lets look at our guy gristle here, right?

between the bergens and trolls, they have similar noses (a little bit of a stretch, but you can see it more with some of the other bergens) we have the downturned ears which we can assume is related to how the bergens were in a near constant state of misery for 20+ years (since we see how troll's ears can become downturned when they're distressed and sometimes end up permanently like that, like with branch and floyd) AND ALSO the colored sclera, which is something we only see on the rock trolls. basically im just wondering if there have been troll/bergen affairs in their history, its not like the interspecies thing is impossible bc we have Bruce and Brandi in the third movie so,,

[lvnacams]

my bf is back to save my other bf and i am simultaneously winning so good and losing so bad

[szaryherbatnik]

Just sharing me favorite pictures of greg since I've been thinking a lot about him he's living in my brain if I ever see him ill just perish to be honest

[lonnymustreturntothevoid]

is there a such thing as post-album depression because i have no words all i want to do is curl up into a ball and die

[mikkaeus]

just when I thought maybe it could be a good day today I spent three hours stress spiralling about my insect phobia rather than doing work

[yume-natsume]

Nega ben? Really??

IDK EITHER DUDE 😭😭

[genderflouiid]

the headache i have rn is crazy 😵‍💫

[malevolententity]

i need to figure out how to think about blood in the bayou without immediately getting the urge to cry. like this is genuinely not a bit and so bad for me that i start crying if i think about it for any amount of time FDSJKHFS

[tairaawhiti]

today is like this. stare into the mirror, watch a stranger stare back. stare down at the worksheet. how can i self-reflect if i don't know myself?

[laurfilijames]

[andthatoneregretisyou]

why am i even alive atp i'm literally just my mom's fuckass emotional support animal