#( tbd answered tag. )

[hotshotsxyz]

hi abbie! from the prompt list: buddie, ” i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts." please?

(buddie) (656 words) i have, once again, taken this in what is almost certainly a different direction than intended

“Hey, Shan,” Eddie says softly.

The air is crisp and cold, unseasonably so for early November, but the sun shines bright against a cloudless blue sky. It’s a perfect day to spend outside, and a perfect day to have a conversation he should’ve had years ago.

Eddie brushes a few errant leaves from Shannon’s headstone then sits in the grass beside it.

“It’s been a while since I came here without Christopher. He—he’s so much like you, Shannon, you have no idea. But I…”

Eddie scrubs a hand down his face and sighs.

“I need to talk to you about something else. Tell you some things that I wish I’d figured out a little sooner. Things I wish I could’ve told you face to face.”

Eddie closes his eyes and tips his face toward the sun.

“I still don’t really know how to say any of it out loud, but I’m going to try,” he says.

A soft breeze blows through the cemetery, ghosting across Eddie’s face like a gentle caress. The corners of his lips tick into a small smile.

“I miss you,” he admits. “I miss you so much it hurts. But I… I think you were right.”

This is so much harder than he thought it would be, but every word comes a little easier than the last.

“We were kids when we met. The same age Christopher is now, can you believe that? And we were still kids when we had him. I don’t think either of us really got that at the time.”

Eddie pulls his knees to his chest and rests his folded arms on them.

“Neither of us had the chance to figure out who we would’ve been on our own. These last few months have been the first time I’ve ever even lived alone, you know? And I—I’ve finally realized that I’m not the person I’ve been trying to force myself to be.”

There’s a thread coming loose along one of the seams of Eddie’s jeans. He picks at it until another stitch pops free.

“I’ve been holding onto your ghost almost as long as I knew you, Shan. I think it’s about time I set both of us free.”

Eddie takes a shaky breath.

“I kept you on a pedestal, because if you were the one great love of my life then I wasn’t—”

His eyes begin to sting.

“I loved you so much, but not the way I thought I was supposed to. You were my best friend. Think that might be a thing for me,” he laughs wetly.

“I wish you could’ve met him for real. I think you’d’ve gotten along. And I… I wish we’d gotten the chance to be friends again. You probably would’ve told me to get my head out of my ass way sooner.”

A tear slips down his cheek, followed quickly by another.

“I’m gay,” Eddie says.

It’s the first time he’s ever said it out loud. Something that feels like the weight of the entire world lifts from his chest.

“So you were definitely right about the divorce,” he jokes, and then the joke turns into a laugh, and the laugh turns into a sob.

A gust of wind blows, knocking a few leaves loose from the nearby tree. One of them drifts slowly and softly through the air until it lands gently on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Shan,” Eddie whispers.

He sits with her a while longer, long enough for his tears to dry and his thoughts to quiet.

“I’m going to try,” Eddie says when he stands. “I’m going to try to be happy. I promise.”

He lingers a few moments longer, then heads back to the cemetery’s entrance.

Just beyond the gate, sitting exactly where Eddie left him, is Buck. He looks up from his book as soon as Eddie crosses the threshold.

“Ready?” Buck asks softly.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “I think I am.”

[enden-k]

its actually a little funny bc sua was my main motivation for alnst (i love her to bits) and then boom she died in the first round. i saw ivan and immediately fell for him too (damn his fangs) and then boom he died in the sixth round. all my alnst faves are doomed (or i have a taste for doomed characters-) and i have now (even more) trust issues LMAOOO

[galedekarios]

the way some ppl go out of their way to actively seek out appropriately tagged content to get upset about to the point of making several posts in a row abt it... it's like that guy on bike meme tbh

[arsprince]

when can i talk about the fact that stolas would eat smaller demons / rodents / mortals / critters / etc... owls are carnivores. he eats exclusively meat :)

[huntershowl-moving]

@tewwor.

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜ ( landing in hot with jie <3 )

❝ HA. ❞ IT'S PARTLY A LAUGH, PARTLY A WHEEZE through battered lungs and a cracked ribcage. persephone grits her teeth against the searing pain in her chest, counts silently to three, and pulls herself to her feet, leaning heavily on her rifle for support as if it were a very dangerous walking stick.

god damn. with the state of the hunters around her, you'd think it was hellhound herself that killed them. but it wasn't, because they did their homework and brought paralytic darts to the party. she fought through it for longer than expected — longer than a two-hundred-pound man would, longer than an animal — but even hellhound's force of will can't beat a strong drug, and eventually their limbs gave out. all it took was a knife to the gut and several strong kicks to the ribs to knock them down. for my brother, the man leading the group kept saying. for jamie.

god. they all blur together. she couldn't even tell you which of her victims jamie was if she tried. but this wasn't a surprising nor uncommon outcome, as many a brother and father have come after her for what she did to their families. and under the rage, under the monster, even under the mission that burns behind her eyes, something in her wanted him to finish the job.

but he didn't.

hellhound did not hear jie coming. he descended on them like a rapture, and by the time the last man was pulled off of her, the drug was already leaving her system and she was able to breathe a desperate, shuddering gasp.

now they stand lopsided, bleeding, half-draped over their rifle, and throw jie a cautious look. ❝ you here to finish the job? ❞

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ yeah, my family owns a mountain. well, like, most of it … like, the peak?? heh ... enough to call it mount washington, but it's actually called blackwood mountain — connected to blackwood pines. it's a whole thing. ❞

a whole community, or more it was. some parts thrived more than others, though only for so long — the mines were cursed, the sanitorium shut down in the 50's, and the hotel? razed down to its lowest levels in the effort to rebuild something new, brighter, and more luxurious. his father's greed knows no bounds, a sickness passed down through blood. a curse. we're cursed. i know it.

❝ we have a lodge, actually. my dad built it. heh, i basically grew up there. if you want, i could show you sometime? you might not know this about me, jovie, but i'm actually a wicked snowboarder. yeah, yeah. it's true. you'll just have to see for yourself. there's enough boards for us both, trust me. besides, if snowboarding isn't your thing, there's enough trails and scenic sights to get your fill for life. trust me. so, what do you say? you in? i could gather the gang together, get us all up there ... or it could be a more private trip? eh? just me and you?? come on, @goldcnpeaks, don't leave me hanging. you in? ❞

[bxmbdispxsalexpert]

You and Cyclonus aren't allowed to break up. Ever. I will commit atrocities if you do. I will write both your names at the scene of said atrocities so we all get arrested and executed together.

Tailgate wasn't exactly sure what to say to that... his mouth behind his face guard opening and shutting as he tried to find the words to say - any words - that could comfort Whirl

"I, uh.. I don't think we're even close to being in danger of that, Whirl... but - but okay? Though, please don't do that... please?"

[combatmelodies]

@abanbas asked: i know things have been complicated, but i'm glad you're here.

Callaia tilts her head as her soft green eyes catches the flicker of firelight dancing across Sire's features. The weight of his words hung between them, almost tangible, like Rivaini air before a beautiful storm. She lets the words settle as a soft grin tugs at her lips.

"Complicated is one...of many...ways to put it," she laughs lightly, with a hinted warmth beneathe her tone. Her hands busy themselves with the strap of her sheathe; adjusting the worn leather and offering repairs where needed. It's been done so many times, she doesn't even know she's doing it. "But you know me. I thrive in messes, deadend leads, and complicated hurdles. 'always a song for chaos'," Her smile all but softens as she looks up at him.

"I'm glad you're here too, for what its worth. Whatever trouble we find ourselves in, it's a little less scary with you by my side."

[kaerinio]

soooo . . . turns out i'm what the kids call neurospicy.

[jinstronaut]

this is also why i stopped using my tracked tag for a while tbh

[galaxofmuses]

“ is there something you want to tell me ? “ / Viktor for Jayce

RANDOM  DIALOGUE  SENTENCE  STARTERS.   // Not accepting

Jayce was fumbling through his notes that wasn't like him. The pressure of offering the peace treaty between Piltover and Zaun is clearly getting to him. "Ah....Viktor. Sorry I didn't see you coming in." Rubbing the back of his head. His eyes gazing over at his partner with a smile.

"Hey....you know when this is over...maybe we can...do something? Something that isn't about politics or Hextech. Just well...you and me?" Oh he is expecting to be rejected from this.

[galedekarios]

Do you check first to see if the people whose posts you react to on your blog follow you, or do you not really care if they see your reaction?

i'm posting my personal opinion on my personal blog to something i saw several times over in the main tags.

i'm not sure what you want me to say here, but no, i have neither the time or spoons to check who follows me or doesn't follow me every single time i make a post, nor do i find that healthy behaviour. i try to not look at my follower count at all.

[beforecreation]

do you hate mortals

"It'd be easy to think that, wouldn't it? It's a natural assumption, after all, a destroyer's job involves removing mortals that are deemed a detriment. It's certainly not a job for those with a bleeding heart. Mortals can be cruel, vain, and capable of an endless amount of detriment to the very planets they occupy, if not to the entire universe... But deities can be just as bad, if not worse than the mortals they preside over. It's quite peculiar, is it not?"

"I have no contempt for mortals, the most invigorating moments of my life were all a result of actions made by mortals. Rest assured, my hate is reserved for individuals."

[shadowdavutoglu]

FMK with the Jolly Rogers 😘💀

"F - Ansel, if I have to, so he’ll finally shut up about his Assassin Bingo Card. But mostly in order to:

M - Charlotte, because I might get some money out of our inevitable divorce.

K - Killing someone from your own gang seems counterproductive, and like a good way to get yourself killed too. But for the sake of the game, I’m going with Asa, because the fewer people my mother gives dessert to, the more there’ll be for her own family. Also because I don’t trust him."

[nxtesinthemargin]

Share a random headcanon. ( loki)

Loki was quite sickly as a child. He tended to get sick especially during the warmer months in Asgard. He often got heat stroke and had to be taken to the infirmary. While Thor was concerned about his little brother being okay, his friends were annoyed that the little tag along had fallen sick and stopped their fun again. Because he spent so much time in the infirmary he was close to several of the healers. As he grew older and started learning to control his magic he learned healing spells to keep him from having to go to the infirmary as often.

[crownednight]

They both find sleep hard to come by, but it is easier now, he thinks, for the pair of them, sneaking into one another's chambers, propriety be damned, wrapped in each other's arms, together in every way they could be before finally succumbing to the few hours of rest they can each manage. His fingers ran through her hair, her head laid on his chest, the sheets tangled around them,her breathing even. Jace assumed Amaya slept, words whispered against the top of her head with a kiss: "I love you." // @worthyheir

__________✨       SHE        IS        CAUGHT        SOMEWHERE        BETWEEN       WAKING       &&       DREAMING.       sleep   has   not   been   a   friend   to   her   since   the   day   nightsong   fell   from   the   sky,       but   she   comes   closest   to   that   oblivion   when   he   holds   her.    she   can   hear   his   heart   from   where   she   lays,       timing   her   breathing   to   the   beats   beneath.     such    a    simple    thing    tethers    her    to    this    life,       gives    her    something    to    hope    &&    fight    for.       her   life   has   been   a   storm   for   so   many   months,     but    this    is    the    peace    after    the    wind    blows.       from   the   edges   of   her   consciousness,       she   hears   his   declaration.     i    love    you.       she   cannot   be   sure   she   has   not   conjured   it   from   the   depths   of   her   soul     (       the   words   are   well   lodged   in   her   chest,       warming   the   piece   of   her   she   thought   long   gone     )       she   tightens   her   hold   on   him   just   slightly,       her   finger   lightly   thrumming   three   times   along   his   side.       a   word   hidden   in   each.       her   own    i    love    you.       in   this   bed,       she   is    safe,     she    is    cherished.       the   dawn   is   still   some   hours   off.       for   now,       she   settles   into   his   embrace    &&    lets   sleep   well    &&    truly   take   her.