#*sobs in unoriginal*

[panakoui]

[sulfurhotspot]

HE. IS. HERE.

[billygoat26]

▵“Wanna make a deal?”▵

[milooo8096]

top 5 fictional break-ups of all time

[defiledtomb]

Sanpha, watch over us (An Ida x F!Leith short)

this was written as a challenge, under an hour.

Their paths had crossed again on a day when the sun dipped below the horizon, and the moon reigned over the sky, casting its pale glow on the world below; on the world that Ida had come to know to mean more than rocks and trees, now including the slope of a nose and the curve of a hip. Lady Leith, lost in her thoughts, found herself seeking refuge beneath an ancient willow, a sacred space where the presence of love was ever palpable for the inhabitants of Riven, who sought such things in the face of everything horrid. Summer was fading now, the chill of the breeze enveloping the hesitance that lived within them both. Here, Ida watched as Leith ran fingers over her lips, contemplating. It had been only a month since they parted on that mission, where everything went wrong and blood had colored their clothes with rust and stain, and yet the kiss they had shared in the face of death had washed it all away.

Would she remember? Was it nothing to her?

Would nothing change?

It was there, beneath the weighing branches, that Leith's eyes met Ida’s again, and it was as if time stood still, and the universe conspired to bring their hearts together, yanking, violently, refusing to settle for a hazed dream behind closed eyes.

In that moment, the weight of their yearning pressed against their chests, like the longing for a season that had yet to arrive.

"Your cherry blossom lips, dewed with the honey I fed to you beneath the tombs of Oakweth,” Ida let her voice float on a cold wind, tender and tentative, “away from the pressures of what yesterday had wrought. How I miss the taste of them." Ida smiled as she approached, hiding her trembling hands with a voice as delicate as the branches that she pushed aside to venture closer.

Leith laughed, her heart caught in her chest. “Your poems had a way of making me… survive.”

“So I hoped. I couldn’t imagine a world-”

“We lived.”

“We did.” And as Ida stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch Leith’s cheek, a surge of energy coursed through their veins, igniting a flame that could not be extinguished.

"Lady Leith, my persimmon. I yearn for autumn in your arms," Ida confessed, half poem, whole truth, her voice trembling with raw desire. “Have me to hold, as I will with you. For whatever time we have, for forever; for now."

In that moment, beneath the sacred tree, their lips met once more, sealing their vows in a violent kiss that trancendended any spoken or written word. Their love, forged in the crucible of yearning, would endure, unyielding and steadfast, like the ancient goddess of union who presided over their love.

[zazikels]

I will say I’m so glad they announced dark urge bc it was everything I wanted and needed to make the most murder of hobos to side with the goblins for HER (minthara)

[rayneluvs]

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰help haha꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

if im surrounded by people who drain me and i feel alone around them anyway then how is it fair that i have to put up with them all? i wish i was actually alone then maybe my feelings would make sense to me a little more

[rook-of-the-woods]

Hot take you should have fun and take it at your pace and do whatever the fuck you want actually

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[jahdenexists]

To that one anonymous ask

Yes, I will eventually draw Kasper and Lampert at a combination pizza hut and taco bell

Why I haven't drawn it yet?

Because I actually had to look up what the heck a combination pizza hut and taco bell was before realizing it was a meme and that I have to digital art to do it (because I stuck at drawing buildings traditionally :sob:)

But until then, have Infected going insane! :D

Infected design by @unoriginal-and-dumb

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Eugene: Wednesday I promise Enid likes you back. Just tell her how you feel.

Wednesday: But I don’t know how.

Eugene: You have good instincts. Go with what your gut is telling you and you’ll be fine.

Wednesday: My gut tells me to cover myself in pigs blood, hide underneath Enids bed, wait until the dead of night and then jump out - faking my own gruesome death by the hands of demonic spirits. Then, when she is sobbing over my cold lifeless corpse, I reveal that it was all a playful ruse and finally confess my undying love for her to the symphony of her wailing relief and loving affections for me.

Wednesday: But I don’t, because Principle Weems told me if I continued to be weird while Enid sleeps she’d make me dorm with someone else.

Eugene:

Eugene: Yeah. Maybe just buy her some flowers or something.

Wednesday: Boring and unoriginal. But I suppose it’s a start.

[moutainrusing]

cry

364 words, no warnings, @dorlenemicroficprompts

Neither Dorcas nor Marlene were the type of people to cry. They just… didn’t.

Dorcas found it funny when fictional characters died in films, because the deaths were so dramatic, deep and meaningful even though it was completely fake. The character was never real, could never die. The characters mourning the death were never real, therefore the attachment they felt towards the character was fabricated. It was acting and it was hilarious how much people cared despite that fact. Last lines like, “Remember me,” were so unoriginal that Dorcas was in stitches.

Or, “Don’t let my death be in vain.”

Mate, your death’s fake.

Marlene didn’t cry even when people tried to get under her skin and upset her. She always found a reason for their hurtful behaviour; they had a bad day, they were taking it out on her. She offended them first, they were just lashing out. They didn’t have a proper sense of understanding, they were being uneducated. So Marlene would shrug off insults and scoldings casually, unaffected because they were ineffective.

It wasn’t words that could hurt Marlene, and it wasn’t tragedy that would break Dorcas.

It was something much, much worse.

It was a hug from Dorcas which made Marlene cry, an action so unexpected and thoughtful that Marlene’s eyes welled up, because although a customer had yelled at her, uncalled for, and she could simply forget about it, Dorcas had hugged her anyway, and it was sweet. Innocently caring, an unnecessary gesture but a wanted one.

It was comedy which made Dorcas cry. A well-thought out, logical joke from Marlene that made Dorcas sob at how incredible it was, so put-together and clever. She was in tears from the sheer beauty of it, something no one could ever replicate because it had fit the scene so well and Marlene knew her so well and it was done so well.

They’d wiped the tears from their eyes, staring at their glistening fingers in shock, because they never cried. They were going to have to change that measure of frequency, now.

Dorcas and Marlene were the type of people to cry in weirdly specific scenarios, which often included the other.

[kittykat-25]

One Of The Guys -Part 6

Pairings: Hongjoong x F! Reader, Chan X F! Reader

Genre: idol au, Friends x Lovers, angst

Warnings: anxiety attacks, Feminine pet names

Summary: You tried really hard not to be a cliché, falling love with your best friend. How unoriginal. But when your best friend is Kim Hongjoong what are you supposed to do?

Now Playing: One Of The Guys- Jessia

A/n: The beginning of part six picks up exactly where part five left off🤍

Chan laid the flowers on the table and made his way to the living room. You were sitting on the couch, legs curled up against your chest. You looked so small, “y/n, are you okay?” He asked quietly. You turned and looked at him, the tears streaming down your face cracking his heart in two. He came and sat down, wrapping his arms around you tightly, “do you want to talk about it?” He asked while running his hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled trying to control yourself. “Hey, hey it’s alright.” Chan said, his hand cupped your cheek, “you don’t have to apologize, I don’t know what happened between you two but if you want me to go kick his butt I will.” You laughed, making Chans heart soar. “Don’t do that, we don’t need the dispatch rumor mill starting.” You wiped your eyes and sat up, Chans hand dropped from your face to your hand squeezing once in encouragement.

You took a deep breath, “yesterday I woke up and was just struggling. My anxiety was in over drive and everything was going wrong. And then work was crap and I had to stay late. So when I got home I lost it completely. I had repressed everything all day and it all hit me at once.” You started picking at your thumb and Chans hand came down gently, rubbing soothing circles on your palm. “I usually call Wooyoung or Joong because they can get here the fastest. But I knew Woo was helping Yeo so I called Hongjoong. And he, um-“ you struggled to find the words, all the hurt from last night rising back up when you saw him.

Chan reached up and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, “you don’t have to tell me.” He said gently. “No it’s fine it’s just a lot and it hurts. He basically told me to figure it out and to leave him alone. That he didn’t have time to deal with me. And that’s when everything collapsed essentially.” Chans heart sank at that statement, you continued, “I spiraled and thank god Mingi called me, he came over the second he heard me sobbing. I’m pretty sure Wooyoung threatened Joong. He didn’t tell me exactly what he said to him. But now Hongjoong has been calling and texting all day but I don’t have it in me to be the bigger person right now.” You said laying your head against the back of the couch. Chan kept drawing circles on your hand, trailing them up your arm.

The tears had stopped falling but the hurt was evident and Chan would’ve given anything to take the pain from you. “Have you listened to his messages he left?” You shook your head no, “I know it’s petty-“ Chan cut you off, “no y/n you have every right to be hurt by what he said. especially when he knows what’s going on.” You nodded, “I know but with a comeback and he barely sleeps as it is. You know how it goes. It’s a lot going on, I understand dealing with me is probably more than he can take.” Chan nodded, “yeah comebacks and producing music is hard and sleepless nights can all blur together. And I know me and Changbin and Han have all said things to each other in those moments we shouldn’t have but it never gets easier hearing them or dealing with the consequences after.” You smiled, “I can’t imagine you guys fighting.” Chan laughed, “we don’t often because we communicate but we have all had our fair shares of sleep deprived digs at each other.” His hand stop tracing and you lifted your head to look at him, “I’m not saying you have to forgive and forget. But maybe listening to the messages or listening to him apologize will make you feel better.” He said with a small smile. You nodded your head, “maybe tomorrow.” You turned your attention back to the tv, “what movie should we watch?!” You asked grabbing your favorite blanket and throwing it on top of your legs. Chan look at you and pulled you closer, “whatever you want to watch pretty girl.” You smiled and you snuggled closer into his side. Felling safe and forgetting the world outside for a moment.

As you made your way to the guys dorms, chatting with Chan on the phone, “I just have a bad feeling.” Chan chuckled, “he showed up with flowers Y/n I don’t think he’s going to turn you away.” You could hear Changbin yelling in the background, “y/n-ie!!” You laughed “what does Bin want?” Chan groaned into the phone, “for you to come over for dinner. Don’t feel obligated, they are nosey and want to meet you.” You walked to the side door of the dorm, “let me see how this goes and then we will talk about dinner.” You said quickly, “I’m here but I’ll update you.” You said a quick goodbye and hung up.

You knocked on the door and waited, you knew they were all home per Seonghwa. Jongho opened the door and you gave him a smile. “Hi baby bear.” He rolled his eyes at you but gave you a mile and a quick hug, “Wooyoung is at Sans.” You nodded, “I’m here to see Joong.” He turned around and looked at you, “do you want me to get woo back here? Or I can stay?” You patted his arm. “I can handle Hongjoong little bear don’t worry.” Jongho nodded and went back to the couch. When you went down the hallway he sent a text to the group chat letting the members know you were here.

As you knocked on Hongjoong’s door, it flew open. “Woah there.” You said jumping back. “Y/n” Joong said, mostly a whisper. “You wanted to speak to me?” You said and motioned into his room. He turned around and lead you to the desk. You sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to speak. “Y/n I’m so sorry, I know what I said it’s unforgivable-“ Hongjoong was interrupted by the slamming of a door and multiple voices yelling. “Wooyoung calm down.” You heard Yeosang start. You stood up and walked to the door, seeing San and Yeo trying to forced Wooyoung into the living room instead of coming to you. “Woo, it’s fine. I’ll be out in a minute.” You said shutting the door, not missing the glare he threw over your shoulder to his captain.

“He hates me now. All of them are mad at me.” Hongjoong said dropping his head into his hands. “Yeah well do you blame him?” You stated, sitting back down. “No but honestly I’m more concerned on if you hate me.” He said grabbing your hands. You pulled your hands out of his slowly. “I don’t hate you Joongie. I don’t even think that’s possible for me to do. But what you said really hurt me. And I get your busy but-“ Hongjoong cut you off, “no Buts. I should never be too busy to help you. Especially when you need me. I’m so sorry Doll.” You gave him a smile, “I forgive you. Thank you for the flowers by the way.” Hoongjoongs gut twisted as he remembered last night. Chan being in your apartment so comfortably.

He had asked Wooyoung about it but Woo had been less than friendly and had choice words for his captain about it. “You and Chan?” He asked, eyebrow raised slightly. His heart sank a bit when you smiled at the mention of the older man and the blush that crept up your cheeks. “Chan is not something I’m ready to talk about and I’d like for the other guys to not know anything please.” You said quietly, “it’s new and I don’t need them injecting themselves. Wooyoung does that enough.” Hongjoong nodded, glad he wouldn’t have to tell his brothers about this and try to explain why it annoyed him so much.

You gave Joong a smile and stood up, “alright I just wanted to clear the air but I need to get going. I know you guys have practice and have alot to do before Friday.” You said walking to the door. As you opened it you swore you heard quiet footsteps sprinting down the hallway. Rolling your eyes you made your way into the living room, climbing between Yeo and Woo. Wooyoung threw his arm around you and glared at Hongjoong who had walked in behind you. You pinched Wooyoung’s arm, “enough. We’re fine.” “Bubs.” Wooyoung started you held up a hand to cut him off. “No this is for all of you, me and Joong talked. We are fine. I appreciate the love from you all but you have a comeback starting in three days. You need to get your crap together and be a team.” Seonghwa smiled at you, “now get your butts to practice. Go!” You said making them all get up.

You said your goodbyes and headed towards the bus to go to work sending a text to Chan, “all is well and I’d love to do dinner whenever you guys can.” Chans text back came hours later while you were working, “perfect the kids are excited, Minho is cooking, how does Saturday sound?” You happily accepted and returned to work, not giving your nerves time to kick in. You would panic about meeting them all later.

You texted Wooyoung once you got home and as expected his FaceTime came in a second later. “Binnie told me you were having dinner with them.” He smirked through the phone. “I’ve met them all in passing, shooting Kingdom way back when but never as someone Chan is seeing. What if they hate me?” Wooyoung laughed, “nah they all have good taste. They’ll love you.” You rolled your eyes, “Woo I’m dating their leader, who they all adore and love. They are going to be protective.” Wooyoung raised his eyebrows, “so yall are official. You are off the market and over Joong?” “You know what I mean. I’ve been going on dates. Casually I guess. I don’t know. I have no clue what we are.” You rattle out.

Wooyoung whistled, “you are stressing over this aren’t you jagiya.” You groan, throwing your head back, “What do I do.” Wooyoung was quiet long enough for you to lift your phone, he was staring at you waiting, “bubs are you over Hongjoongie, because you need to figure that out before you start something seriously with Chan Hyung. He’s a good guy and I mean no harm in this but he doesn’t deserve to be a pit stop before Joong.” You looked down at your lap, “nothing is going to happen with Hongjoong. I’ve accepted that and I think Monday was just nailing the lid to the coffin. That dream of running off into the sunset with him is dead. Chan makes me happy and I feel safe and cared for with him.” You added with a smile.

Wooyoung smiled at you, “you deserve the world and I think if given the chance Chan would do that. I mean in my opinion no one is good enough for you but Channie Hyung is the best option.” You laughed, “ I love you Wooyoungie, thank you for being my friend.” “I love you too bubs.”

As Hongjoong sat outside of Wooyoung’s door, hand on the handle about to apologize. He can’t seem to move from the spot after hearing the ending of Wooyoung’s conversation. Turning and walking back down to his room, brain swimming with thoughts. Wooyoung would rather you be with Chan than anyone else. Why not one of them? Were they not good enough for you? They were his brothers. Hongjoong had so many questions. The main one being why you dating Chan has him so worked up.

A/N: Hehe I hope you enjoy it! Part 7 is going to be fun!!

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[dhampling]

oh dear god please I beg you just a teeny tiny snippet will suffice, please provide a follow-up to Earth Tav somehow reuniting with Astarion, via reincarnation or another divine intervention 😭

in reference to this post here, where Astarion handles a Tav from Earth who returns home after the defeat of the Netherbrain. my darling dearest. your wish is but my command. this is open ended because i was tempted to take it in an nsft direction, but for now please enjoy! cw: none, fluff, the doccy who references are out in FULL FORCE today.

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It’s not until the wound has fully scarred over and he’s lying in a sweat-heavy trance that he feels a familiar ice-pick of intervention making headway into his brain. 

Someone is tampering with his dreams. 

Another quest, perhaps? Another person wanting him to traipse the length of the Sword Coast for their own gain once more? 

Lazy by way of an impressionable entrance. He’s a little put off by it in all honesty. Unoriginal.

It’s not until his bleary-eyed dream self rubs the glare from his eyes that he sees the vision before him and chokes.

You. 

It’s been a tenday since he last dreamed of you. 

He must’ve been slacking. 

Your sheer unbridled whimpers of laughter as you barrel towards him. Skidding to the ground where he sits, cross legged; rushing to cup his face in your hands and smatter it with hurried kisses.

“It’s real. This is real. It’s not a dream. I’m here. Well. In your dream, but it’s me.’

It takes him a moment. He inhales deeply.

Gods. It is you. The smell with which he became so familiar, nights under the stars with his nose buried in the crook of your neck.

‘I don’t know when I’ll be able to do this again, if ever.’

Your forehead presses to his as his fingers find yours, looping together as he gasps for air.

‘I think of you every single day. I miss you, every single minute.”

There’s a broken sob in his ear, heavy with spit and shakes.

He heaves a slight wail of his own. Arms lift to pull you down into his lap.

“Love. Oh, love.’

Astarion doesn’t care how you’ve done it. He doesn’t know how long you have left together in the ballroom of his mind and intends to spend every second in the present.

‘My lost love. Look at you.”

As his eyes run the length of your face he studies for changes. You have more grey at the root of your hair, the creases around your eyes a little deeper. Not aged too significantly, but it’s been a while since your adventure together in your realm, too.

You snort a teary giggle. 

“Look at you! Beautiful thing. Gods love you still.’

He must look pretty similar. A little more battle-worn, surely; but aside from that the only difference is the rings running up his pointed ears. You toy with them as he holds you close around the waist. 

‘I never got to say goodbye, did I?”

No. Not this.

“Don’t. Please.”

You pull back a little and your eyes meet once more, both glimmering wet and aching. It takes a moment for you to speak.

“I’ll spend my whole life looking for a way to come back to you. But this-’

You gesture to the scintillating purples and blues around you, the grass. It’s a similar vision to that of the dream guardian from all that time ago. 

‘I’m using a star for the energy to say goodbye.”

He sobs something guttural. Of course you’re destroying a celestial body to see him once more. It couldn’t be something simple, could it?

“Keep doing it! There’s a sky full of them!’

He laughs into you. 

‘Or better yet, come back. Please.”

“I’d be old by the time I got to you. People might stare.”

He fumbles for your hand once more. He’s been stashing potions and elixirs to negate your ageing should you appear on his doorstep one day, but you don’t need to know that.

“Don’t care. Come back. Come back to me.”

Your own laugh sounds like it was borne straight from the heavens.

“You don’t think I would if I could? In a heartbeat?”

[one-raspberry-at-a-time]

Let me be unoriginal by screaming how much I fucking love Brimsley and Reynolds. I've had no interest in watching Bridgerton and I still don't, but I sure as shit watched Queen Charlotte solely for these two. Did it break me ? Yes. But will I come back to it again and again just for them ? Also yes.

I mean Brimsley and Reynolds being all gentle and soft in the fucking tub talking about spending a lifetime together ?? I'm SOBBING. I need more of them. AO3 you better PROVIDE.

That is all thank you.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Fluff pls anything just pure unadulterated fluff UTMV x reader

Pls sir/ma’am/whatever pronouns etc

Pls I’m sobbing in the corner

My ego is in piece pls help me good librarian

Pls

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[the1975attheirverybest]

cannot stop thinking about baby's first snowman!!

picture a chunky ass baby with curly hair (rip her mum who had the worst pregnancy heartburn because matty's hair genes refused to be suppressed) all bundled up in her puffy northface coat (but of course) and a beanie that's just a bit big for her so it keeps falling in her eyes and matty or missus has to keep pushing it back. and it's been snowing in england with the snow actually settling, proper white december so they decide to let her make a snowman.

of course she demands he have a carrot nose and that he's called olaf (idk if matty's impressed or thinks his child is basic) anyway because she's the sweetest child ever she wraps her scarf around it at the end i think because "he might get cold otherwise" 🥹

STOP THATS SO CUTEEEE. DO YOU HEAR THAT, VEE? THATS THE SOUND OF MY HEART BURSTING WITH CUTENESS.

I think Matty’s laughing and taking pictures of the beanie slipping over her eyes and the missus is like scolding him for laughing at his own child’s expense and like cuffing the beanie so it sits nicely on her head. Which of course only lasts for about 5 seconds. She peeks over Matty’s shoulder to see that all the pictures and videos that he’s taking show a tiny child swallowed up by the puffer jacket and the beanie and scarf, all that’s visible is her slightly pink cheeks and her giant goofy smile (which she gets from her dad).

At first little girl is concerned because the ground underneath her feet has gone “crunchy.” Like it makes noise when she steps over it with her teeny tiny snow boots. So she freezes in place and starts crying. It takes a bit of convincing and repeatedly telling her that it’s like Anna and Elsa for her to decide to accept that she’s safe.

Matty, of course, thinks that she would enjoy herself a lot more if she knew the endless fun that is to be had with snow. So he shows her how to make snowballs using Mommy as “target practice.”

But matty has no idea he’s created a monster. She, is, her father’s daughter after all. He goes to pick her up and she smashed a snowball right into his face. It hurts, like, a lot, as anyone who’s been hit in the face with a snowball undoubtedly knows (me). But he’s not about to make her feel bad so he just keeps a straight face and smiles at her.

She insists she’s tall enough to build the snowman but even though its bottom half is getting to be bigger than her. Matty lets her think shes contributing significantly to the snowman but in reality, half the snow is falling out of her tiny little palm before it even reaches the body of the snowman. Without mom and dad, Olaf would be a dream. But she’s so proud of herself and giggling and constantly repeating “it’s a snowman!” so they indulge her.

When it’s all done, they ask her if she wants to take a picture next to it. “What shall we call him? What’s his name?”

She instantly says “Olaf”

Matty goes to say something, but his wife knows him well enough to stop him. “Let her. She’s a child.”

“An unoriginal child?”

“No. Just a child.”

“Fine, okay, he’s Olaf today, but we’re getting her more winter themed kid films. Being a child is no excuse for being basic.” (Spoiler alert: she’s one of those incredibly picky kids. Much to Matty’s horror, she refuses to try out other snowmen but will insist on replaying “let it go” like sixteen million times all winter.)

They set up the camera, go to stand next to Olaf, and that’s when she gives him her scarf.

Matty’s like “you’re so sweet” and she says she didn’t want him to be cold. We’re all wearing stuff and he’s not. Right then and there, he starts sobbing. The missus begs him to cut it out and stop scaring his daughter but he just says she’s already got good big sister instincts and we should just give her a sibling.