#there's gotta be angst or I Will Die

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 231

doomed timeline

u ever think about how literally every single one of the thousands of aradias that traveled back to fight in the trolls' boss battle was from a doomed timeline where she had to a) watch all her friends die b) process that she was also doomed and c) then power through all that to do a bunch of time travel detective work so that she could advise the alpha iterations of her friends on how to avoid splitting into that doomed timeline in the first place? before traveling to a battle she knew she wouldn't make it out of?

yeah man

[dekukaze]

Guys I noticed something

Link Click S2 ending spoilers

So this scene when Cheng xiaoshi was dying, Lu guang had his watch on his left wrist.

BUT

After Cheng dies, Lu guang has his watch on the right wrist. Did he changed it after he died? I saw a theory about him replacing it on the right wrist since it was triggering for him cuz you know, the man it's traumatized :(

Bonus: The traces of Cheng xiaoshi blood on Lu guang's face I-

(They need to show us what the heck happened there 😭)

Idk guys, for me, I don't this is a mistake and it's a very important detail. I gotta check if on the Yingdu chapter trailer, where is the watch this time.

(guys, I'm so desperate ah-)

[justaz]

once merlin puts arthur to rest, the world around him disappears and he’s in ealdor staring at his mother’s back. his sobs from the lake grow worse at the sight of his mother and he wails like he’s a child again, calling repeatedly for his ma. she spins around and finds him, without asking any questions she dashes forward and pulls him into a hug, holding his weight as he falls apart in her grasp, choking out nonsensical words and soaking her dress with tears, snot, and drool, his overwhelming grief causing him to ignore any sense of shame he might’ve felt at such a scene.

he doesn’t remember explaining anything to her, frankly he doesn’t remember much beyond the cries he pressed into her shoulder, but she says he’s been in ealdor for a week. she’s clearly worried and asks, no, begs him to eat or drink but he doesn’t feel the need or desire to, and even if he did, he simply doesn’t have the energy to bring the sustenance to his mouth. she cradles his head in her lap and runs her finger through his hair like she did when he had a nightmare when he was younger. it’s almost enough to make the entire thing seem like a horrible, horrible dream. but theres blood on his tunic where he held arthur’s body to his own so he knows it’s not true.

his mother doesn’t ask any questions, the look in her eyes telling him that she knows anyway. perhaps his nonsensical babble created a clear enough image for her to understand. maybe she just saw the broken look in his eyes and came to the conclusion on her own. she doesn’t mention him. merlin isn’t sure if he’s relieved about that or not. in the end, he brings it up, he asks how she was able to go on after balinor left. he asks how she was able to pick herself back up on her own two feet and carry on life as normal after receiving his letter informing her of his passing. she says sometimes she can’t, sometimes she lays in bed and listens to the birds sing and can’t help but hate them. she says she lives on for him anyway. she pushes herself up and makes food and works in the fields even when she hate the world around her.

merlin tries to relate, tries to understand, tries to imagine himself getting up every morning and living on in his name. he can’t. his parents loved each other, he knows that, but they were their own people and were able to stand the years apart. merlin…merlin is arthur’s, even in death. everything he is, everything he’s done, has been for arthur. he is half of merlin’s soul, the center of merlin’s world. how can anyone expect him to move on as if he’s capable of being alone? how can anyone expect him to function as if half of his soul, half of himself, isn’t dead in a lake? merlin can’t do it, he can’t imagine living a life without arthur. he barely got through the week and that’s only because he was passed out for a majority of it. how could he make it a year, much less another fifty?

he can’t. he can’t do it. he can’t breathe, he’s in agony, the world around him doesn’t exist anymore. not without arthur.

he’s back at the lake now, tears still streaming down his face despite the pounding headache from dehydration yet it doesn’t matter, not anymore. none of it does. he stumbles into the lake and sends his magic into the water to tug excalibur from the depths. he can feel freya pulling the sword back, but his magic overpowers hers easily and the sword springs from the lake, gleaming in the afternoon sun. freya’s face appears in the ripples of the water next to him, her expression pleading and sorrowful. merlin whispers an apology before turning back to the sword, staring at the sharp point of the blade. he brings it closer to hover just over his heart, the metal pressing against his skin but not enough to draw blood just yet.

peace washes over him. the sun warms his skin and the water cools him to keep it from being unbearable. the birds sing in the trees as the wind whistles through the leaves. merlin stares up at the brilliant blue sky and pure white clouds roll by, images of bunnies and birds and crowns and horses staring down at him. he wonders if avalon will be this peaceful, if he and arthur could lay out in a field for eternity, basking in the sun and laughing as they point out misshapen clouds that supposedly look like the other.

he plunges the sword into his chest, right through his heart, and falls back into the water. bubbles trail out of his mouth up towards the surface, blood spills from his wound and mixes with the water. he closes his eyes as he sinks further and further. he knows when he opens them, he’ll be with arthur once more. it’ll all be okay. he doesn’t feel his body hit the bottom before blackness fills his mind.

arthur awakens from his fitful slumber in a bed that is not his own. he squints at the room, or rather hut, around him and finds an old man hunched over a book in the corner. arthur tries to speak but all that comes out is a squeak of air, his throat too dry to speak. the man hears and whirls around to begin treating him once more, prattling on and on about how he found arthur in the woods outside his village donning shiny clothes which he discarded bc of the blood staining them yet he couldn’t find a wound. arthur’s hand reaches up to his side but there’s no stab wound there, not anymore, though he does sport the scar. he remembers how he got it, he remembers stumbling away from the battlefield, he remembers being found by merlin- merlin.

he asks the man about him but he seems confused and denies ever knowing someone by that name. arthur climbs out of the bed (the flash of golden eyes) and hastily pulls on his armor (“i’m a sorcerer. i have magic.”). he’s out the door before the old man can protest. he’s in a village he doesn’t recognize, they must not be anywhere near camelot (“i’m still the same person.”). he turns to the old man hobbling out of the hut and demands directs to camelot. the man stares at him oddly and scratches his ear before informing him that he’s never heard of a camelot before (“you’re my friend and i don’t want to lose you.”).

he instead asks for directions to the woods where he was found and sets off in that direction, the old man shuffling after him (“me, i was born to serve you, arthur.”). it doesn’t take long to reach where he was found. if the old man had carried him home it couldn’t’ve been much of a hike (“and i’m proud of that.”). he steps into a clearing where the man panted that he found him here (“and i wouldn’t change a thing.”). it’s no where near the lake where merlin held him as he took his last breath, it’s no where near camelot. the man didn’t even recognize the name of his kingdom (“it’s not why i do it.”).

arthur sits in the grass as he thinks on his next move and the man who watched over him sits next to him (“i’m not going to change now.”). he speaks lowly of a prophecy about a man from a time long forgotten sent on a journey, a quest, to retrieve what has been lost. he says how the prophecy led many to a sword lodged in stone (“i’m not going to lose you.”) but no one could pull it free. he points out arthur’s armor and calls it odd, he mentions camelot, a kingdom of which he’s never heard, and gestures around the clearing where he found the mystery man. he concludes that perhaps the prophecy spoke of him (“i can’t lose him.”).

arthur, with no other options, follows the man’s directions to a lake. not exactly lake avalon but close enough. theres a small island in the center that seems more like a hill. the sword, his sword, excalibur is buried in a stone covered in moss, misshaping it’s actual form. arthur wades across the water and climbs the hill. he wraps his hands around the hilt of excalibur and closes his eyes. he imagines merlin confident and reassuring expression as they and all his men stood in the woods around this damn sword in a different stone however long ago it was. he breathes in and out (“he’s my friend.”) and pulls.

excalibur comes free just as it did before. arthur watches the metal pull free and as it does, the moss on the stone falls away revealing its form. it looks like a collapsed figure, excalibur having been lodged in it’s chest, right where it’s heart would be. arthur squints at what looks like the head and feels a flash of familiarity. the stone slowly fades away from the hole where excalibur was all the way to the hill. as the stone fades, it leaves behind skin and clothes and hair and…merlin.

arthur drops excalibur and falls to his knees to hold up merlin’s limp form. he feels warm, as if he didn’t just spend however long with a sword in his chest as a stone. he’s not breathing. why isn’t he breathing? arthur grasps around, shifting his clothes out of the way to find the wound where excalibur had once been. the skin is stitching itself together with tiny golden threads. arthur looks back up at merlin’s lax face as the wound fully closes. he inhales sharply as his eyes fly open, glowing gold, and all around him it seemed the world finally inhaled after suffocating for millennia.

merlin exhales and golden sparks shoot from his lips to flurry around in the air. the grass under them grows longer and curls around both his and merlin’s body where they rest against the ground. the water around their island clears from the murky brown to a blindingly clear blue. the air is crisp and clean, the sun brighter and warmer, and one soul finally whole again.

[angstyaches]

Augusnippets Day 15

Prompt: Starvation, requested by🐊 anon

OCs: Charlie and Shayne

Word Count: 455

CW: entrapment, prolonged hunger, angst, NO RESOLUTION INCLUDED, it's open-ended and bleaker than most of my fic endings.

Part 2 of 2 - takes place after the events of Day 12.

___

The treetops swayed, untroubled, against the pale blue glow of late evening. Charlie watched, breaths slow, body still, conserving energy. Conserving it for what, he didn’t know, but... hopefully for something.

The quiet was split, not by a growl from Charlie’s clenching stomach, but by a scream. The forest floor trembled under a faltering surge of power. The shimmering walls that stretched up towards the sky didn't even wobble. 

“Stop it, lovely.” 

Shayne spun around, his hair soaked with stale rainwater and fresh sweat. “What?” 

“Just..." Charlie closed his eyes. "Stop.” 

“Stop trying to get us out?” 

“Yeah.” Charlie spread his hands over his aching belly. It had rained the previous night, and by some mercy the water had come down through the wards, but the hexagon hadn’t provided anything edible yet. “Lie with me. It’s kind of nice down here.” 

“You’re fucking joking, right?” 

Charlie didn’t dignify that with – or waste his breath on – a response. 

There was a soft scuffling of pine needles. Through his damp clothes, Charlie could feel Shayne’s warmth just to the right of his own body. Shayne’s stomach growled audibly as he settled on the ground. He cleared his throat, trying to muffle it, a moment too late. How he still had it in him to feel embarrassed was beyond Charlie. Unfortunately, Shayne had a lot more experience with extended bouts of hunger than Charlie did. 

“I’m..."

Charlie turned his head and opened his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, love." The hollow pits under Shayne’s eyes were almost as dark as his hair. The lines of his cheeks and jaws were too sharp. “I’m supposed to be the one who knows about this shit, I should – I should be able to –” 

“Stop.” Charlie frowned. “I get it. I’d do anything to get us – even just to get you out of this, lovely, if I could. We’re on the same page here. It’s... not just you who feels helpless.” 

Charlie wasn’t sure if it had been the right thing to say or not, but he was out of breath by the time he finished speaking. His stomach shifted with each breath he’d drawn to force out the words, until it squeezed out a sluggish, acidic growl.  

“Not even sure if I’m hungry anymore,” Charlie admitted. “I just feel...” 

“Sick.” 

Charlie nodded. Shayne blinked harshly and looked up towards the darkening sky. Charlie did the same. As the sun went down, the wards' glare became harsher to look at. 

“This is not nice,” Shayne murmured. 

“No.” 

“You’re a liar.” 

They reached for each other’s hands at the same time, their fingers hooking together as their wrists rested on the forest floor. 

“Yeah,” Charlie whispered. “But at least you’re not wasting your strength anymore.” 

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@augusnippets

[mgsbois]

ok im a bit new to mgs but I used to think snake got older due to timeskips between games but I read online that it's literally in his DNA to age rapidly, so does that mean that snake gets older but otacon stays pretty young compared to him

Can you guys imagine the angsty yaoi

[qeyond]

Death Note au where Light is stuck in a time loop and no matter what he does L always dies, he freaks out, and the loop begins again. L's fate is so tangled and twisted around Lights plans from the very start, or perhaps it was simply always written to be this way, but no matter how far back he unravels it all he can't stop L's passing. Light tries again and again and again, relentlessly, to change their futures but it feels eternal. Endless. At a certain point Light realizes he can sacrifice himself to ensure L's survival. But no matter what, it all restarts. After a decent number of resets, L catches on to the time loop and with each reset his memories grow stronger, until he's fully aware of his entanglement with Light. They spend eternity searching for a branch in time that's strong enough to hold them both. They learn to weather the storm and to cherish their time together, seeing it as a blessing despite.

[callmemaeverick]

I was deep diving into Paddy’s filmography, as one does when one falls in love and OMG THOSE WHO HADNT WATCHED BEFORE WE DIE MUST GO SEE IT NOWWWWWW!!

I mean

I watched it for the HAIR alone!!!!!

pics collected from imdb btw

[ratcandy]

working on a lil . somethign. that is going to take forever to finish

[nonsensepond]

The kind of angst between two characters where person A accidentally hurts person B in a way that only hurts themselves much more later on. Then all person A can do is watch as person B gradually heals and start to grow apart from them, while they’re gradually breaking on the sidelines. Perhaps, all of it could’ve been prevented if it weren’t for the grave mistake, a decision not thought through, that changed everything.

And now go on knowing that they can’t blame anyone but themselves for this deep melancholy they’re experiencing.

“You’re finding your people, and I want to feel happy for you. But you’re killing with how well you’re doing without me…”

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

In honor of Halloween here's a prompt for discussion.

A disgruntled magic user is upset that magic users are being upstaged by all the superpowered heroes running around the DC universe. This person casts a spell to turn every person with powers into a monster for revenge. Hopefully, they reason, the public will fear those with powers after this and magic users will be the top of the food chain again.

Anyone with magic is unaffected (even those vaguely magic related like Beast Boy and Cassie) and anyone without powers is unaffected. The magic users and the non powered heroes would have to team up to break the curse and non lethally take down all of their monster friends before they hurt anyone.

Anyone with the same power sets becomes the same type of monster. (ie all the kryptonians would be the same species of monster ect) They would have to take on the morality of the creature they turn into and morality is based on mythological precedent. So any mermaids will likely try to drown people and you'll want to avoid pissing off the fae.

They also must take on the mental capacities of that monster. So if, per say, Plastic Man was turned into a werewolf he wouldn't just be a fluffy Plastic Man. No, he'd be a full blown hunting, howling, raging werewolf. (I will say that some monsters are more 'human' than others and in some cases the hero will be basically the same mentally speaking)

So who would be what and why?

[jonny-b-meowborn]

turns out I enjoy writing fanfiction and today I tried starting a new one and this typo now lives in my head rent free

me when I wasn't gonna shit him

[king7doms]

@alysannevelaryon / starter call

"Now, what is all this I hear about your brothers and you arguing again?"

[dekukaze]

Guys, we're cooked

Yingdu chapter Sypnosis

So u telling me... we're gonna see Cxs death right-

So we'll finally have this scene?

I'm so not ready

[ciitrinitas]

oh. so i apparently just didn't osmose that benedikta has her head cut off and mailed in a box to hugo so he can angst over it.

maybe i'll drop even watching the stream. my tolerance for misogyny is not low enough for this.

[pepper-steam-milkshake]

we may be doomed, but for now, let us have this.

[dreamlandxrunaway]

soon 🧍‍♀️