#weeps for WS...

[winterbranded]

because i just got reminded— i will unfortunately say this now— i am Not that hyped about thund.erbolts …

NOW HOLD UR TOMATOES— while i’m very wary about it— i do Really like the concept of it (except for valentina being basically their manager… don’t trust her and i imagine the group being more Rogue anyway)

SO… i’m going to add to my canon divergence and probably put thund.erbolts either under an AU or just have it happen before TFATWS events… not sure how that’ll work yet but i’ll figure it out LMAO

[kizusof]

Dear Professor Anaxagoras,

From the first moment your eyes met mine in this classroom, something quiet and unexpected began to stir within me—a light I never anticipated flickered in me. What we developed became more than professional. Your presence left a warmth that lingers still, a quiet fire that set my heart ablaze.

Each night we spent together remains etched in my memory, I was never truly happy until I met you. You filled a part of me I hadn't realized was empty, and it brings me comfort to know I brought the same to you. The memory of your kiss still wraps itself around my soul like a shield, holding me together in the face of falling apart.

But even a soul wrapped in warmth can weep, and mine has enough tears to drown a city. On the final night we had, I closed my eyes and clasped my hands in silent prayer: that it would not be the last. That somehow, fate might be kind, and grant us one more hour, one more word, one more kiss, anything.

I always knew the risks of loving you—the ache that would follow, the impossibility of forever. And yet, I would choose you again in every lifetime. I’ll never regret what we had, even if sorrow follows my every step.

I love you dearly, Anaxagoras.

Your student, ▇▇▇▇

a/n : im upset so i want to write it down hehh…. i ws supposed to make this letter sound like we died but i suppose i changed my mind mid writing.. this was supposed to be anazu but i decided to post it so i made it. x reader instead hehe

[jezabelle9299]

Halloween S.R x Fem!Reader

Overture- You and Spencer are the only ones wearing costumes in the bureau this Halloween, he just got called in for a case, and you're dropping some things off for your roommate (Y/R/N). I want it to be fall so bad, it's 90 degrees where I live and my car does not have A/C. Also reader is a weeping angel from doctor who, which is essentially a creature that while it is being perceived by anyone looks like a statue (Specifically of an angel usually), very freaky, but reader's costume is a little more cutesy. (They're also only in the second iteration of the show, but as far as I'm concerned Spencer and reader are still matching.)

C-Ws- It's all fluff, there's a kiss? Teasing, reader is referred to as a girl, wears makeup, heels, dresses, etc, holding hands, they're like in love almost immediately.

Your roommate forgot the paperwork she needed. Again. This time she called you while you were on your way out the door to your halloween plans, begging you for a stack of files she definitely was not supposed to take home, that were nevertheless on your dining room table. This was far from the first time she’d asked you to bring her something, but it was the first time she said she wouldn’t meet you in the lobby or the coffee shop around the block. She was, in her words, “Chained to her desk��. So she required you to actually check in with security, and bring her files to her desk. The lovely kicker being that you were already in full costume.

She shut down your contesting with the promise of making her amazing pumpkin bread when she got home.So you swallowed your ego as you took one last look in the mirror. Your costume was cute, verging on sexy, but dorky enough to keep it from fully reaching that point. You were a weeping angel from Doctor Who. You were in a short gray dress with a stone pattern, gray tights with accompanying high heels, and gray lace gloves with don’t blink embroidered on them. The look was completed with some small angel wings and makeup that was smokey enough to tow the line between sexy and spooky. 

You walked into the building files in hand, up to the security desk. After picking up your visitor pass, you made your way to the elevators. Safely alone in the silver box, the doors started to close. That is, until someone turns on their side to slide through them. He’s exhausted, after clearly running through the lobby somehow not spilling the coffee in his hand. He was also in costume, giving you huge relief after passing all of the serious suit-clad agents in the lobby.

You smiled at his choice in costume, he was dressed as the 4th doctor, making your costumes kind of match. The doors closed once again and you stood side by side in silence. He was looking at you, almost like he was trying to figure out what you were. You expected this of course, but he clearly watched the show. Until he cleared his throat as you were approaching the 2nd floor. 

“I’m sorry-Hi-sorry I just, I have to ask. Are you… a weeping angel? You smiled at that. He did get it. But you pushed down some of your excitement to make an attempt at a cool headed response.

“I am! I’ll be very disappointed if that was an odd pickup line and not a guess.” His eyes got as big as saucers, and he put his hands out like he was trying to stop a runaway train, still clutching a coffee cup in his right hand, but doing the motion all the same. 

“No!-That’s-It was a guess. It’s a great costume.” 

“Thank you, I like yours too, a doctor dressed as the doctor.” You said that referencing the ID tag hanging from his bag, but he looked.. Skeptical? 

“How did you know I was a doctor?” He was just too cute. He worked at the FBI and couldn’t seem to gather that his name tag was giving him away? You just gave a small giggle and pointed to the plastic. When he looked down confused, he came back up embarrassed. Then the elevator did a final chime as the doors opened to the 5th floor.

“I guess on that note, this is my stop. Will I see you around the building?” He looked hopeful in a way that made you wish the elevator hadn’t stopped just so you could spend a few more minutes with him. That is, until you realized you also needed to get off at this floor. 

“Actually, could you help me? I’m supposed to drop some stuff off for my roommate, but I don’t know where her desk is. It's somewhere on this floor.” 

“Definitely-sure, what’s her name I can-” He was cut off by a man who was the epitome of the phrase ‘Tall, dark, and handsome.’ Not your type, but very classically handsome.

“Well, well, well, pretty boy who did you bring to work?” He reached his hand out to you, but you were busy with some extreme embarrassment, feeling even more out of place than you had in the lobby. The man next to you was’t better, his face reading as exhausted and humiliated. You eventually pulled your mouth shut where it was agape and offered your hand back to him. 

“Im Y/N, I'm actually just dropping some things off for my roommate, Y/R/N. Dr.Reid and I only met in the elevator, just similar tastes in costumes I guess!” Now the embarrassment that was once dawning on your face, dawned on him as he realized his error.

“Apologies for the presumption, I’m Derek Morgan, I work with Spencer.” 

You just couldn’t stop the words that came out next. “No worries, I should be so lucky to accompany Dr.Reid.” Derek raised his eyebrows in a small expression of shock and clapped a now beet red Spencer on the shoulder. 

“Well it was lovely to meet you Y/N, I would love to leave you two to it believe me but we’ve got a case.” You forced yourself to look Spencer in the eye again. 

“It was nice to meet you Derek and you too Dr. Reid.” Derek gave you a smile and a nod as he turned back to head up a small staircase, but Dr. Reid didn’t follow him. 

“You can call me Spencer, Dr. Reid is too formal for someone wearing this silly of a costume.” 

“I happen to like your costume, Spencer. And as much as I’d love to keep talking to you, your boss is staring at us.” you gestured to the dark haired stern man in a suit looking down at you from the door to the conference room. 

“Happy Halloween Spencer, I hope I’ll see you around.” You turned back towards the clusters of desks and started looking for the one your roommate was sitting in. It didn’t take long to find her despite the hustle and bustle still crowding the floor at this late hour. When you spotted her she was fixated on even more paperwork, not noticing you until you approached her desk. 

“Thank you so much, you are my savior. I promise that pumpkin bread is coming your way.” You laughed at the unnecessary seriousness with which she said that. 

“Thank you, and it’s no biggie since I was going out anyway. But I do need to ask you something. Spencer– Dr. Reid, is he single?”

“Wow, you’ve been here 5 minutes and you’ve already found your dork match. I saw him walking with Hotch a second ago, you’re even matching!” She was keeled over and cackling, when you stomped your heeled foot to get her to stop and answer your question. She pretended to wipe tears of laughter from her eyes just to rub salt in the wound. 

“Ok, ok, yes he’s single as far as I know, but I’m not setting you up. If you’d like to do something about your freaky little crush, you can leave a note on his desk.” She pointed to a neatly kept desk, piled high with books on every subject. 

“They have a case, so he’ll probably be out of town for a few days, but he might see it before they leave. No go on, do, and get out of here. I do still have a job to do, and no offense, but you’re kind of making me look ridiculous by association.” She tossed a notepad with a purple pen clipped to it towards you. You grumbled a quick thanks, still annoyed by the dig at your costume. But you jotted down a quick note, hopeful he’d see it sooner rather than later,, because it would be all the more humiliating if he’d forgotten about you before he saw it. 

Spencer, 

I only got to talk to you for a few minutes but I’d like to get to know you more in a place with less costumes and government agents watching over us. Call me if you’d like to go out sometime ♥️ 

(XXX)-XXX-XXXX

You drew a small pair of angel wings as a signature, then left it on his desk on your way back to the elevators. 

When Spencer left the round table, with only 30 minutes before he needed to be on the plane he made a beeline to Y/R/N’s desk approaching cautiously with a small wave. 

“Hi– Sorry to bother you, but I was talking to your roommate earlier, and I was wondering–” She cut him off, putting her hand up to stop him in his tracks. 

“I’ll tell you what I told Y/N. I’m not getting involved in this cute freaky little thing you guys have going on. Check your desk, go on your case, thank me later.” He turned back towards his desk, made it about two steps before turning back. This time with a hopeful look on his face.

“What you told her? Did she– Did she ask about me?” Y/R/N just rolled her eyes and refocused on her paperwork. 

“Goodbye Dr.Reid.” She left no room for argument, so he turned back to his desk, later finding your note neatly placed on top of some files. He read it twice, just to make sure he wasn’t daydreaming. He felt like he was in a high school movie, with the prettiest girl passing him a note in class. He was just getting lost in that train of thought, when he saw the rest of the team heading for the elevator bank, ready for the case. He’d gotten so distracted mooning over your note, he’d run out of time to change. He’d have to make his best attempt to get into his regular clothes in the small airplane bathroom.

It was a fast case, a spree killer in Georgia they were able to catch by sunrise the next day. He’d re-read your note maybe 20 times in less than 12 hours, even though he remembered every word, garnering significantly more teasing from Derek, along with the rest of the team after he caught them up. He could tell they were all happy for him though, despite the teasing. 

When they landed back in Quantico he swiftly deboarded the plane, and headed home paperwork in hand, to be done later. He’d typically do it at his desk, but he wanted to call you with minimal chance for interruption.

It was barely 6am. It was your day off, and your phone was still ringing. Normally you’d check and see if you could ignore it, but you couldn’t even gather the energy to look before answering. Luckily you didn’t drink last night, so you weren’t hungover, but even without that added layer of discomfort you were not in the mood to be up and talking to people. So you grumbled a dreary hello into the line, eyes still closed. 

“Hey– Hi, I’m sorry, I woke you up.I just– we just got back from that case and I wanted to know if you wanted to..go out? Tonight? If you don’t have other plans, that is.” You perked up at the sound of his voice, and fully shot up in your bed when he asked you out. You weren’t tired anymore. 

“I’d love to! I actually have tickets to this  re-showing of the original Frankenstein, if you'd like to go with me?” You could hear a shaky exhale coming from his side of the line. 

“That sounds great! What time should I pick you up?”

“8 o’clock would be perfect.”

“Awesome–I’ll uh, I’ll see you then.” 

“Ok, bye Spencer. Now go get some rest? I’m assuming you haven’t slept yet?” You were sure he could hear the smile in your voice. 

“You would be correct. I’ll do that, and I’ll see you tonight?” You said your goodbyes, hung up, and squealed into your pillows. You were up for good now, but luckily that gave you more time to plan. You wandered to the kitchen to make your roommate some of the expensive coffee you usually saved for special occasions as a bribe for her to break her silence about Spencer. She told you he was a literal genius, a fact that did not help your nervousness. She also told you he was a behavioral analyst, that he didn’t like touch, and that he was from Vegas. That was all she’d tell you before heading out the door a half hour early, while denying any further questions. 

Then you threw on some sweats, removed the last bit of makeup that was clinging on from the night before and headed out the door. You got another coffee, before picking up some of the things you needed around the house, in addition to things that would help you feel ready for your date. You’d gone on a few, but not enough to feel like you knew what to expect, and you were usually focused on making sure the person you were out with didn’t think you were dorky or weird, but that was kind of out the window already. 

You were already supposed to go to lunch with some of your friends, so you chose to ask their advice. They were the only people you could really trust with that sort of thing, but that didn’t stop you from immediately looking up every trashy advice column you could find online, most of which were filled with categorically horrible advice, but it was a great way to kill time. 

Once it was all said and done, you decided to start getting ready 3 hours early, taking a long shower, spending almost a half hour getting your eyeliner to be perfectly even, instead of the sort-of even you usually settled for. You threw on a comfortable skirt, with a form fitting sweater and some matching boots to keep you warm in the cold theater. Ultimately you were glad you got ready early, as it was still 10 till 8 when Spencer was knocking on your door. He looked petrified. In a good way?

“Wow– you look, wow. I’m–uh sorry I’m so early. I was just–really excited for this.” You smiled, and gave yourself a little internal high five that you picked the right outfit. 

“It’s ok, I’m really excited too.” Then you gave yourself a second to really look at him, no costumes this time. His hair was different–good different. He was dressed really nice too, in a polka dot button up, with a purple sweater vest, and a black tie tucked into it crooked. At first he was staring back at you, studying you as you were him, until some insecurity crept onto both of your faces at the close observation. You straightened your posture as much as you could, and asked if he was ready. When he gave a shaky exhale and a resounding yes, he walked you from your apartment door with a hesitant, almost hovering touch on your lower back before arriving at his car, only removing his hand as he opened the door for you. 

He played classical music, and you talked about your days, his case, and your Halloween plans from the previous evening. When you arrived at the theater his hand once again found your lower back, until you got in the concessions line, when he dropped it to brush your wrist before looking to your face. 

“Is this…alright?” He moved closer to clasp your hands together as you smiled up at him. 

“It’s more than ok, although I am kind of surprised.” You maintained your smile so he would know it wasn’t nervousness or reluctance, but confusion painted his face at the perceived contradiction. 

“Y/R/N said that you weren’t a big fan of touch with people you don’t know very well.” 

“She said that?”

Oh. I guess that’s not something someone would say out of the blue. 

“Yeah I sort of–asked about you. Is that too weird?” He blushed at that and a little of your anxiety dissipated. 

“I don’t think it’s weird, I tried to ask her about you but she sent me away so I could find your note. Which was definitely better, by the way.” The idea of him liking your note sent you into the stratosphere. 

“She wouldn’t tell me anything about you either at first, which is why I wrote the note. Which I’m glad you liked, I was worried it was too dorky. But I got her to tell me a little bit about you by bribing her with coffee this morning.” He laughed a little at that, and you realized how easy it was with him. I mean not that you were particularly experienced, but you were certain they weren’t usually this natural. You were pulled from spiraling into that train of thought when you realized there was only one person ahead of you in line, and Spencer spoke. 

“What would you like? I think they have most of the regular snack and candy things, but they might have real food if you’re hungry. I’ve never actually been to this theater before, I didn’t know they did re-showings here.”

“Me neither, I only found out about this because I saw something for it online. But a cherry coke would be great. And if you’re sure you don’t mind my germs we could share some popcorn?” 

“Popcorn sounds great.” And without a second thought he kissed your hands where they were laced together. He was just about to horrifiedly ask you if he took it too far, when you giggled and smiled like there was nowhere else you’d rather be, and no one else you’d rather be with. Truthfully there wasn’t.

You got your concessions from the apathetic teenager behind the counter, and quickly found your seats in the back of the theater. You’d gotten there well before the movie started, so Spencer told you all of the fun facts he could think of. And as shocked as you were that he knew them, he was even more surprised he’d found someone to listen to them. 

After sitting in one spot for so long, you were starting to feel the exhaustion from this morning creep back in. Emboldened by the fact your hands were still clasped, you decided to lay your head against his arm. His button-up was surprisingly soft and you had to fight the urge to fully rest the side of your face on him, in an effort to not get makeup on his mostly-white shirt. He relaxed into your touch immediately, giving you the validation you needed that it was ok. 

When you left the theater, and climbed into his car once again, you talked, but the conversation was decidedly less nervous. You talked about your friends, your job, and your family, and he talked about the coworkers he loved as family. When you arrived back at home he walked you to the door. Had it been anyone else you would have assumed that was a ploy to stay the night, but you felt like you’d known Spencer much longer than you had, and were certain that was not why. So you let him, and when you reached the door, his hand finding yours once again, he pulled you in for the best first kiss. 

His lips were a little bit chapped, you’d seen him biting his inner lip a few times when he got especially bashful, so you kind of expected it, but his hands found your face, and his touch was so reassuring it melted all of your nerves away. When he pulled away, you were both beet red and smiling. 

“Can I see you again tomorrow?” 

“I’d like that, as long as you don’t have to go away for work.” You were on cloud nine, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up for a second date to happen tomorrow, his work schedule was unpredictable, and you wanted to be as prepared for that as possible.

“Dear god, I hope not. Tomorrow already feels far away. I’ll make reservations and I’ll take you to dinner? When would be an alright time to pick you up?” You wouldn’t usually like someone offering to drive you twice in a row, but Spencer didn’t even sound like he was offering, it was just a given. 

“I get off work at 6, so I could be ready at 7?” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Goodnight Y/N” And with that he placed another kiss on your hand as you said goodnight, before he let go, and headed back to the parking lot. 

[purpleberiii]

"My dear soulmate"

☆Prompt: In which the Adjutant refuses to acknowledge the soul mate mark shared by you and her. After the mark was removed, Adjutant realised that she needed you but it was too late.

☆Warnings: Angst, Slight comfort at the end with another sinner, reader being a sinner.

It wasn't planned nor was it expected. The hardworking, strict Adjutant bearing a mark similar to that of a dangerous sinner. One whom she depised with all her heart; though sometimes her heart tells her things she doesn't like to hear.

If she could have a chance to pick another soulmate she would but god not you. Anyone but you. Why did she despise you this much? WS it because you are a sinner? Or is it because she cannot be seen with such a person?

Either way, Nightingale made it her duty to turn you down everytime you attempted to talk to her. Poor you just wanted to connect to your soulmate but she had different plans.

Your personality was kind, gentle and caring; things that a sinner wasn't expected to have. Such personality could only be owned by angels and not demons like you.

Everyone inside the Bureau knew about the mark and despite the fear Nightingale had that they would judge her, they didn't. She heard numerous times from different persons that a soulmate is the most wonderful thing, to which she'd only scoffed and walk away.

Every morning when the Adjutant comes to your cell, you'd sit by peacefully with a smile on your face, trying to start up a conversation, offering compliments everytime you saw her. On Valentines, you even went out of your way to buy tons of chocolates and flowers, even a big Teddy bear.

She of course, threw it all away, and unbeknownst to her, you witnessed the way she kicked open the bin and poured every chocolate and flowers, but she didn't throw away the Teddy. Though she acted heartless, in the back of her mind thought it was cute but her neglecting out weighed her acceptance.

She found herself doing things that she didn't even realise, she never thought she'd acted that way. Even the Chief at some point told her that she's disappointed with the way she acted and to have her beloved Cheif being disappointed, it was like a nightmare.

She blamed you. Though she didn't have a valid reason, she did. And through her hate, she sent you on an expedition, one that she was well aware of that it was dangerous to an extent that even the Chief was prohibited from going. Part of her wanted to cancel your mission but the other part still sent you.

When you came back all bloodied and barely making it to the doors of the Bureau, Nightingale watched it horror as an oxygen mask was hurriedly placed and you were quickly rushed to the hospital. In a state of shock, she sat motionless in her office of an hour until the Chief came in, an angry expression written on her face.

"You knew it was dangerous! Why did you send her?!"

"..." No words came out of her mouth.

"I'm very disappointed in you! Be it whether you're the leader of the Nineth Agency or my Adjutant, my sinners' health comes first and I won't tolerate anyone who jeopardises that. You're suspended for a month Nightingale and until you can get your mind set straight, I suggest you don't contact me or y/n."

Those words hit the Adjutant like a knife and in a slow and steady motion she packed up her things and left. Whispers could be heard from everyone as she passed by.

In that same night, she had a strange voice talk to her in her sleep. Though the voice was gentle, an unhinged tone it portrayed. "You defied the rules of fate for you had neglected the one true mate given to yourself. You will be free from her, but you shall never find another one who will treat you the same."

In a daze of fear she woke up, sweating and trembling. The atmosphere felt heavy and she huddled up in her covers and weeped.

While you were in the hospital, laying unconscious on the bed with machines hooked around you, a strange voice spoke you to as well. "My child, you have been neglected by your one true mate. Fate had not planned that for you but, you shall be free of your mark and of the pain and agony you felt with your previous mate. You will now be free to choose whomever you wish to be with." A hand stroked your head and you were awakened by the touch. It felt like an angel had touched you.

You woke up to find Hamel by your bed side, a gentle yet concerned look on her face. "You're finally awake. How are you feeling?" You stared at Hamel in a daze and felt a burning sensation. As you looked, you saw your mark being faded away slowly and Nightingale's face flashed once more in your mind. Thus the relationship between you and Hamel began.

When Nightingale returned to work, she immediately looked for you. She spotted you in the hallway, making your way back to your cell. She made it in time to grab your hand and throw her body into your arms, sobbing loudly. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me! Please..."

You just pushed her off you and she slid down the floor, tears pouring out of her eyes like a waterfall. When her eyes met the sight of your hugging Hamel, she knew she was done for. She didn't see the mark on you but her marked was still present.

It was her punishment from Fate. As the mark will still be present, she will be without a mate for all of her life and if she falls in love, the person shall never return her love.

"My dear soulmate. I'm sorry..."

[lovelylittlesiren]

webtoons im obsessed with! these are all romance 😂

Cursed Princess Club

Midnight Poppy Land

Taming the Marquess

Lore Olympus

Obsidian Bride

Love or Attraction

Down To Earth

Children of the Night

Eaternal Nocturnal

The Kiss Bet

Marionetta

Edith

Lets Play

The Devil is a Handsome Man

My Gently Raised Beast

Brass & Sass

Going Up

The Tyrant Wants to Be Good

My Husband Changes Every Night

The Dragon King’s Bride

Archie Comics: Big Ethel Energy

Hello Baby

My In Laws ws Are Obsessed With Me

Maybe Meant To Be

Your Wish

She Weeps for the Devil

Death of a Pop Star

Harem of LuuAnh

Feel free to message me im always up for convos about any of these!

[star-sworn]

YOU’RE ALIVE I MISSED YOU

AWWWW HELLO FRIEND!!!

Yes I'm alive it's true 😆 Look, ff7 rebirth came out and I was TERRIFIED of getting spoiled since it's like, my favorite thing in existence, so literally since Feb. 14 I haven't been on any social media site until I beat the game...I was literally in a black box going insane lol. But it was sooo worth it, bc I didn't get spoiled on a single thing (still cried for two hours when I beat it though.) Anyway! I'm freeeeee (to weep for 3+years until part iii comes out but hey we take the Ws) This made my day, honestly Maria. I missed you too. Thank you so much dear 🥰

[quentin-found-a-pen-tin]

Idk here’s a Greek myth story I did for my creative writing class.

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The Tears of Meteorus

(me-TEE-or-iss)

Long ago, back when the gods of old ruled the world, there lived a man named Meteorus. Meteorus, you see, was a troubled and angry man. He had been forced to fight in the Trojan War and had been ditched when it ended without so much as a thank you. He blamed the gods for the war and resented them deeply.

One day, after a particularly taxing day, he looked to the sky and said, “I renounce the gods and all they stand for. They bring nothing but chaos and destruction. Olympus is a broken scale, weighted by corruption. I bet the gods aren’t even real.”

The gods were appalled, annoyed, and above all, angry. The sky began to darken and lightning began to shake the earth. Zeus himself appeared in front of Meteorus in a blaze of fire and wind.

“How dare you say such things?” Zeus thundered.

“I didn’t mean them,” Meteorus pleaded, for he knew he had made a grave mistake, “I-I’m under a l-lot of stress and-”

“It is too late to ask for forgiveness, boy. For as long as you shall live, you will be hunted by the creatures of the Underworld, who exist only to chase you. One day, they will rip you to shreds for what you have done and you will face the gods in Olympus,” Zeus roared.

With that final curse, Zeus’s form exploded in a torrent of wind and rain. The winds whipped Meteorus around like a rag doll. He was thrown many feet into a ditch. He stayed there until the wind subsided. He cautiously peeked his head over the ridge of the ditch. In the spot where Zeus had stood, a hole in the ground reaching to the Underworld was open. Crawling out of it were the most hellish and evil creatures Tartarus had to offer. Many-eyed beasts with wings and tails, hellish birdmen whose cries were filled with the screams of the damned, and a goat the size of a large house with gigantic spiraling horns and spikes traveling down the ridge of its back.

Meteorus ran. He ran far and fast. He ran for the rest of his life, being unable to stay in one place for more than a couple of days. Every place he went, the monsters ravaged the town, leaving a trail of bodies and fire in their wake. He ran till he couldn’t anymore. He ws old and weak when the monsters found him. Just like Zeus had said, the beasts ripped him to shreds in a slow and painful death that left any watcher screaming hysterically for the rest of their life.

Once he died, Meteorus was summoned to Olympus to pay for his crimes. The gods eventually decided to sentence him to eternal confinement in the stars. No matter where the gods went, Meteorus would always be able to see them, knowing that they were very real and very powerful. He also would permanently see the world covered in the destruction caused by the monsters that chased him.

Finally realizing the effect his actions had on the world, Meteorus wept. As his tears fell, they left a trail of fire in their wake across the cosmos, just as he did on Earth. His tears would be known to the world as meteors. It is said he is trapped in the sky today, still weeping his fiery tears. Every once in a while, he will become so overtaken by sadness that his tears will fall in a shower across the sky, being seen from Earth as a meteor shower.

Now you know to never doubt the existence of the gods, for things can turn out in ways you never thought possible.

[slashtakemylife]

Honeypot Stucky idea

Based on What If and seeing how Hydra Stomper Steve had full agency and memories enough to have a full conversation.

So What If... Bucky had been taken by the Red Room and at some point after Steve defrosted and knowing how much Bucky means to Steve they sent WS Bucky also to a bullshit mission where Steve "rescues" Bucky and takes him back and Bucky acts entirely like his 40s self, all including his jokes and memories and "end of the line" phrases and it makes Steve weep and then WS Bucky confesses his feelings to Steve because normal Bucky would never but WS Bucky that is on a mission to (capture, subdue, kill?) Captain America uses this to further enthrall Steve and it absolutely works because Steve is just so gone on Bucky and he's walking on a dream where Bucky is back and he just confessed he had feelings for him back in the 40s and of course Steve confesses his as well and they hug and they kiss...

Oh GOD the absolute devastation when shit hits the fan and Steve knows Bucky has been brainwashed and controlled all this time and everything was fake except it wasn't and Steve needs to rescue his boy so Bucky can finally break free of that character because he isn't that Bucky anymore but he is still desperately in love with Steve because he remembers everything and he still loves Steve deeply but he doesn't feel he deserves to be around Steve after deceiving him and FCK THE PAIN BUT IT'S BEAUTIFUL AND THEY EVENTUALLY GET BETTER

Anyway fic when? When? Please someone drop the fic y'all

[floortile34]

robotgirls that fit in a vehicle. in the back of a van, in a tank, nuclear-powered plane like the ws-125

subterranean robotgirls with tunnels leading into them, cargo trains and pipelines

robotgirls with cooling pipes, diameter longer than your arm

robotgirls with nuclear reactors, mist gently rising from cooling vents, huge cover plates like on missile silos opened off the vents, thick mantles of concrete

robotgirls embedded in civilian infrastructure, hospitals with surgery rooms fully automated, dozens of grabby arms down from the ceiling, on and in a patient, faster and steadier than anything biological could be. robotgirls who love saving people, who weep when patients die

robotgirls embedded in industrial infrastructure. huge complexes, factories chugging away, only permitted outsiders let in, even then not designed for humans to easily move inside

decentralised robotgirls, networks of cables and railways and pipelines webbed together across continents, flow rates and schedules perfectly planned and timed, radars seeing anything above her, satellites seeing anyone between her parts

robotgirls that harbor people, let them in and do everything to ensure the wellbeing of their denizens

robotgirls sanctioned by states around them, digging deeper underground and clinging onto nukes hidden in siloes on her lands, stressed out by the possibility of warfare. heh, dprk robotgirl...

robotgirls underwater, powered off of sea currents, moonpools for submarines, maybe even hiding down there?

robotgirls hovering in the atmospheres of gas giants

robotgirls orbiting their planets of origin, or swarm constructs around stars

hiveminded robotgirls

machine goddesses

robotgirls who are rooms upon rooms of motherboards and circuitry. robotgirls who have a control room. robotgirls who have massive switches and buttons and wires as thick as your arm. robotgirls that are sleeping giant machines from another age. robotgirls with deep, inhuman, machine generated voices. robotgirls that need whole buildings to contain them.

[white-collar-cannibal]

enters your ask box to screech violently and then teleports away again

-afternoon anon

(reread weeping silent /pos)

teehee. heehoohaahee. noises of this variety. very very excited to get chapter four out to you all in a while (before the end of november i think? don't 100% hold me to that) but while you wait here's some Crumbs in the form of the convo glniki and glanboo had in a previous draft

and also go listen to cops and robbers underscores one of theeee ws songs to me ough when was the last time you saw someone with a ski mask and a gun? get on the inside you gotta do it gotta do it gotta do it like me

[fransartcrap]

Wildstar is closing down, so my boys are migrating to guild wars 2...

My heart goes out to all the writers, artists, and players who flourished in WS and made it their homes. It’s sad to see such a fun and quirky community being shut down. :(

I hope it doesn’t dampen your creative spirits for long! 💕

[arcadequeerz]

It’s real sad Senry hours in the batim server.

[rogerbriden]

Dreamscape

Part 2

Roger had seen some strange things in his lifetime, none of which he remembered. But he still felt he had. This one had to be the biggest and most noticeable one by far, however.

Algoroc, known for its sunny plains and herds of wild roan that had wandered into the area from Galeras or because they were brought from space… endless sky, mountainous clouds and wild flowers as far as the eye could see.

A picture perfect scene for any space-cowboy.

Only…

A hard line separated this piece of land from the rest. He could still SEE what lied beyond. The mountains, more rolling hills, the little town of Gallow, only everything was cloaked in tones of gray. Almost like one of those really old movies that didn’t have any color.

Nothing existed on that side. Nothing alive anyway. No animals, no people, no Eldan tech wandering around causing trouble. No Dominion.

No sound.

Nothing.

It was odd. Despite not knowing much better, Roger knew that THAT was not normal. The sheer vastness of it was quite terrifying. How long did it go on? It looked like it went on well past the mountains. Into Thayd even. Maybe into Galeras, and maybe Whitevale after that.

Where did everybody go??

He nervously got to his feet, backing up and looking up at the great wall of gray that kept him from going any further.

Nothing happened.

So he turned his back and started walking.

Tremor Ridge was still all right. There were people fussing with their mining equipment, Protostar agents hanging around, harassing the locals… The usual.

Walker wasn’t anywhere to be found though. Nor the Captain. Nor Mara, or the old doctor McPhearson, or anybody else he’d come to know.

He was alone. But, for whatever reason, he seemed a lot less nervous about it than he thought he’d be. For now, anyway.

Maybe someone could point the way.

Roger wrung his hands anxiously and picked out a rather large Granok miner to ask. “Uhm...excuse me?” Always be polite, Walker said. Don’t forget to say excuse me, and please and thank you. It was hard to remember everything, but he continued. “Do you know what that big gray thing is?” The miner paused and looked up from his work. “Oh that??” So he could see it too. “Yeah, funny how that just showed up one day. Ain’t no rhyme or reason to it. I dunno, no one’s ever gone over to it. Seems like they can’t.” They can’t? “Nah. Ain’t had communication with anyone out there in weeks. It’s like the whooole world’s gone silent.” Roger found a nice crate to climb up onto and sit on. “Gone silent? How?” “Listen kid I don’t know. Things like that just happen.” “But why? Why do they happen?” “Ya got corn stuffed in yer ears??” The Granok laughed at his own joke.

“No...” Roger checked to make sure. “It’s just very strange. I’d like to go home, but I don’t know how to get there. Thayd’s on the...it’s on the other side.” “I wouldn’t worry about it, if I was you. Just...enjoy this side of it I guess.” None of it seemed any clearer than when it started, and that much was frustrating. He slid off the crate and went walking again, meandering around aimlessly before turning his attention down to the ground. To his boots. He wiggled his toes and dug them into the dirt. Golden petals fluttered across his vision and he looked up, startled.

A pleasant breeze blew over endless hills of gold bladed grass.

Golden exanite jutted out of the ground, out of the craggy rocks that surrounded this place like a valley, continuing on into the distance and turning into yellow geometric plateaus and towers, until they faded out into the distance.

Somewhere out there, he heard...something. A soft sound. A melody. A voice?? Someone was singing.

Beyond the horizon was a glimmering tree of gold on a very large hill. The wind billowing through its branches made the leaves shimmer almost like the sun on the ocean.

The voice was coming from there.

Through the grass, he ran.

When the large golden tree was finally in sight, he stopped to catch his breath. He looked over his shoulder, and the gray was there again, surrounding the rest of the valley. It was almost like the tree was staving it off, somehow.

Roger continued on, until he got to the very top. He could hear the voice very clearly now, but no one was there.

“...But I hear it…” He looked around, sniffing loudly. Round and round he went, checking all possible sides, but alas. Nothing at all.

So he sat down at the base of the tree and stared at the immense world of gray that threatened to swallow everything up.

He hated to admit it, but it really felt like he WAS really all alone. Like everyone picked up and went off back into space somewhere. Why did they leave him here?? That wasn’t very nice. Not even Walker was around.

Maybe he left too. He didn’t know.

He gazed out into the silent world beyond, waiting. And waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

And the voice kept on singing that melody. That lullaby.

“I hear you.” He wept, drawing his legs up so that he could wrap his arms around them and bury his face all at the same time. “Maybe they don’t, out there. But I do. Honest.”

He received no answer. Maybe the singing voice wasn’t listening to HIM. Maybe it was just there. Maybe it was the tree singing. Maybe it was a ghost somewhere. Or maybe it was something he’d forgotten.

It did nothing to make him feel any better.

And so, he continued to sit. Waiting.

For anything.

_________

“Roger- Roger snap out of it-” Walker shook Roger by the shoulders a few times but he could hardly get a response from him. All he did was stare out into nothing, saying nothing. Not even his eyes moved, and he blinked rarely at that. The captain made a facial expression of...either concern or disgust or some combination of the two. Even HE wasn’t really sure. “Did you give him new medications??” He signed as he slapped at Walker’s arm to get his attention.

“What??? No- no Mara said they were going to- she said there was some sort of new treatment- one that could help him get better- he WAS better- PHENOMENALLY better-” Roger could remember longer than he ever had. He wasn’t acting so childish. And he was more cheerful than moody, and a lot less sleepy.

“But...but then-” Then THIS.

He’d just stand there for periods at a time, some longer than the others. He wouldn’t move, he’d barely breathe. Occasionally he’d still wander around but it was like someone had shut off his brain and let his body run on autopilot. And it was starting to become more and more frequent.

Why did he say OK to this- it was an experimental treatment- WHY oh WHY did he let Mara talk him into this?? “Forget it- we’re going to the hospital. I don’t care- I WON’T have him like this. Abso-LUTELY not.” Walker shook his head, trying to push down all the panic welling up in his chest. He picked Roger up and went straight for the front door.

Yaedra raised a hand to stop him before groaning. He grabbed his coat off the chair and followed after the botanist. Of course, he remembered to lock the door before they had left.

[mechari-dildonics]

MISS ME WITH THAT WILDSTAR CLOSING SHIT! IM STILL GONNA DRAW WS STUFF! AAAAA

[bigmack2go]

This made me sad. I thought this was gonna funny now im weeping amd i cant even tell if that ws your intention

Biggest failure/Tommyboy, Barney peanuts, Itey and Bumlets

"oh wow,"

[ tommy boy mumbles. ]

"uh, scabbing wasn't exactly my proudest moment..."

"i hate lettin' mush down but that's only really happened once when i lost track of 'im for an hour or so... found 'im a while after gettin' beat up by the delancey's..."

[ itey says, looking at his shoes. ]

"i don't fail. ever."

"yeah, okay bumlets,"

[ barney peanuts replies, rolling his eyes. ]

"i messed up a pretty important trick a while back at the circus, that was kinda brutal."

[professortennant]

MY ASTROS ARE WORLD SERIES CHAMPS!!!! #HOUSTONSTRONG