#ANGST TIME LADS

[mediterraneanmenace]

Sneak peak 👀

Ok so we have an actual WIP for my Raphael x Raksha prequel story :D

I told y'all they were both theatre nerds (the opera she wants to go watch is called "The Love Potion". And yes it's an actual thing). One loves tragedies, the other's into romantic stuff 🤓 (Also Raksha might be paladin captain, but she also led this much of an ascetic life she gets flustered VERY easily if she's attracted by someone. Raphael on the other hand definitely has more experience under his belt. Hmmmm)

Teeeheee

[mobius-m-mobius]

it's a fair question 🙃 Lokius Incorrect Quotes [12/∞]

[sefynarose]

okay but something i keep thinking about is the fact that mc, Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier and Sylus are currently all in the same timeline/lifetime. in the main story we’ve interacted with all four so far, and we’ve learned through their cards/myth/scenes about their past with mc and what has brought them here now. so is it not a fact that they are all SIMULTANEOUSLY pining and craving for her?! a man who betrayed a god, a man who betrayed his kingdom & people x 2, a man who?? well we aren’t sure for sylus just yet but LISTEN!! If the ending of this game is that she only chooses ONE the rest of them are fucked. they’re screwed in this lifetime and have to watch their soulmate, the love of their life go with ANOTHER. that’s absolutely insane

[kenshikisser]

chat here’s a life pro tip

unless you want to ruin your day don’t imagine rafayel humming the same song as in his lvl 70 secret times to your character to comfort her as she’s bleeding to death (feel free to imagine your own reasons as to why she would be dying lol) and his own voice trembling while he holds her and tries not to break down sobbing bc he doesn’t want the last thing she sees to be him crying

[wikitpowers]

we’re getting closer and closer to the inevitable, folks

there is no escaping it…

[lit-in-thy-heart]

[ID: the train hitting a school bus meme. In the first panel, an empty school bus edges over train tracks and is labelled 'writing planned angst' with a train approaching. In the second panel, the train crashes into the bus and knocks it off the tracks. The train is labelled 'different angst suddenly writing itself'. End ID.]

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 144

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[stories-from-the-shaded-moon]

Curse of a Family

The Champion didn’t make it a secret that he was Twilight’s successor. And the Rancher never ignored the signs. Wild was familiar with “Wolfie” the second he saw him. Heck, he yelled “Wolfie” when he first saw him. Twilight scoffed at such a simplistic name, but shook it off like water on his fur.

Twilight and Wolfie warmed up to him nicely. Wild knew exactly what he liked, the pumpkin soup he distributed on his first night told him that. He hummed peacefully with the first bite, the lingering sense of home on his mind.

The Champion didn’t make it a secret that he was the Hero of Twilight's successor, but a stinging in the back of the Rancher’s brain told him that something was wrong. How could he have known Wolfie? When did they meet?

Wild’s time seemed too far away for it to just be an older Twilight who aided him. Wild’s Hyrule was eons away from his. Every time the Rancher thought about it, the same red eye flashed behind his vision. And every time, he’d have to fight to not look at the uninjured eye of the Hero of Time. Was he also not able to pass on? What had happened to him? What had happened to Time?

Twilight heard himself try to growl and frowned. It became a habit while he was a wolf. Midna would pop out from his shadow or hop off of his back just to call him an idiot-

And, suddenly, his mood was better. Well, not too well, but well enough to untense his shoulders.

His teacher wasn’t able to pass on because he carried too many regrets. What regrets was he unable to let go?

His mind was split in half, one side on the ever growing mystery, the other still hung up on his red headed lost love. He looked up to the sky, that forever known loneliness creeping up his spine.

One thing he will always regret is not finding another way. He would have let Hyrule drown in Twilight for another five years if it meant that she could’ve stayed.

Was that it? Was that the regret that would suspend him between life and death?

He felt a hand slam his thigh down. The blue gloves made his eye twitch. “You’re going to make me dizzy.” He met the Captain’s eyes. “You alright?”

He moved his gaze back to the lively fire. Pumpkin soup simmered in the Champion’s pot. “M’ fine.”

The Rancher could see the Captain’s eyebrow raise in his periphery. His scarfed companion sighed. “At least don’t look dead inside if you’re going to lie about being ok.”

The Rancher glared into the bright blue of the Champion’s tunic before standing and making his way over to the pot.

He put on a smile when he saw his protège’s. He sat on his knees beside him, his curiosity chewing at his brain.

“Is there something you needed?” The words came like water out of the younger’s mouth. Twilight felt his ears perk up. Wild let a grin show. “You don’t hide it well, never have.”

Twilight accidentally let out a slight growl. The boy’s grin grew wider. “Ok, maybe I do wanna know something.”

“That is?”

“How was I able to stay behind?”

Wild’s hand stopped mid-stir. “How you…?”

“You said that you knew me…and Wolfie…before this adventure. I want to know how.” Wild met Twilight’s eyes.

“Can I even tell you that? Like, without altering time and stuff?”

“Maybe you told the me you know and I still came to help you,” Twilight shrugged, hoping his answer was enough.

Wild looked around, his lips pressed in a thin line. “Fine.” He sighed. “Where do I start?”

“Did I tell you anything? A reason I was there?” Wild’s eyebrow raised. “Aside from helping you.”

“Well,” Wild tapped his chin. “There was this long, elaborate story about it.”

“Can you tell me?”

“Can I?”

“Please.”

Wild sighed, abandoning his stirring all together. He fully turned to his predecessor. “Well, you told me that…” Wild began rapidly tapping his palm. “that you love a woman, but she had to leave you-“

Twilight sighed. Of course it’s her.

“But you really wanted to have a family. So you, uh, you said that you took advantage of someone because you knew that she loved you…?”

Twilight’s ears perked up, his frown growling worse. “Took advantage of…?” He could never see himself doing something like that. Why would he-

“You said that the worst part was…” Wild looked around as if to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “making the children with her. You said that you always imagined that it was Midna.” Wild picked at the grass under him. “You said that your regret wasn’t that you couldn’t stop Midna from leaving you, but that you had a family without her.”

After everything, he ended up back in his home in Ordon.

Wild was right, he did take advantage of Ilia no matter how he wanted to look at it. He didn’t love her. And he wanted and family, but not with her.

He wished that he could smile, to tell his son that he was proud of him. But every time he looked at him, it was just her.

He braced himself for the toothy smile his son would give him, his braces reflecting the sun above.

He had wrestled a goat and won that day. Crest had always wanted to be like his father. He always wanted to make his father proud.

But he was 16 now, old enough to see that the smiles were fake and forced.

But Link smiled at his son, his eyes betraying the rest of his face. “Atta boy!” Link pat his son on his back, and the boy lit up.

In the end when he was old and gray, his marriage didn’t last and his children chose their mother over him.

He withered away on his own, the beautiful sunset orange hair flashing behind his eyes.

She was his reason. But she was gone.

But that was okay because they’d meet in the afterlife, right? They’re soulmates! The goddesses must allow him to see her again, right?

He died alone, tears staining his wrinkled face.

~

The last thing his predecessor said before the gray wolf left the Hero of the Wild was, “Love can be the worst pain. One that leads to regret. Promise me you won’t succumb to such a fate as I have.”

But now, as he watches a child with bright, happy eyes pull that cursed sword. He couldn’t help but apologize for not keeping his promise.

The Calamity weighed on his life everywhere he went. It even brought him to an early grave.

But that was alright because it was over now. This family of heroes of Farore cursed to not be able to pass on at death. First the Hero of Time. Then, the Hero of Twilight. Now, him.

He cut the tie when he refused to have kids. No more will suffer in his wake.

[birb-boyo]

Him and His memories

Team Time propaganda >:D (not really, I was just in a writing mood today)

It only took one precisely aimed swing to end it all. He had woken up in his bed, the sun rising just above the horizon. His wife laid beside him, snoring away in the peaceful dreams she’d have.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he remembered. He remembered what it was like. It was just him, him and his memories.

His memories of those he’d met. Memories of those he’d saved. Memories of those he’d grown to love.

His sons. His sons were gone-

He felt the lump in his throat grow bigger and bigger as his chest felt like weights had been placed on it.

Goddammit, he thought, not this…

His hand reached out to touch Malon but stopped before it made contact. He saw how quickly his hand bolted to the left, then to the right, then to the left again. He saw how blurry his vision was becoming, her image being reduced to splotches of her tanned skin and of her ruby hair.

He needed help but…would she know? Would she remember?

He remembered opening his eyes in that temple, his hands gripping the sword of legend. That time, he was blasted back into his nine year old body.

But she believed him with that. She believed in what he did. She believed that he had done it. She believed.

His hands shook her shoulder much more aggressively than he had intended. Her eyes opened slowly.

“W-what?” Her voice was laced with the remnants of sleep.

“Mal…I-“ Malon sat up in a haste when she heard his shaky voice. She blinked to make her eyes focus. Her hand cupped his cheek gingerly.

“Love, I’m here,” She swiped her thumb under his good eye to wipe his tears. “Speak to me when you’re ready.”

Link nodded and took her hand into his. He brought it up to his lips and in the midst of his tears, he smiled. “Will you believe me?”

Malon’s eyebrows furrowed for only a second before she returned his smile. “I will always believe you, Love.”

“Twilight…” The title stung on his tongue. “Do you…”

“Remember?” She asked. He nodded. She opened her mouth. The name…Twilight?

It happened again, she realized. Everything, erased all over again.

Link’s smile fell and his tears only sped up. Malon embraced him as he cried.

“Wild? Wind? Wars?” He told her their titles in broken sobs. The titles of his boys. The boys he would never see again. “Sky? Four? Hyrule? Legend?”

Malon rubbed his back as he cried and cursed at those above. She cursed them too for this repeat.

Last time, it took his years to recover from his loss. Now, who knows how long it will take?

But she would stand next to him and hug him for all eternity even if she didn’t have to. She loved him.

She loved him and his memories.

[mochalottie]

He makes to move forward, clenching his hand around the metal bar he’s been using for support, when a call of his name catches his attention. 

And he twists to see Neteyam and Lo’ak, clambering over the obstacles between them and him. 

His body freezes. 

“No!” he hisses at them, waving his hands when they keep coming. Behind him, panicked yelps follow the humans as they come closer. “Go away! Fuc– you’re not meant to be here.” 

Something in his voice clues them in, because they both stop to stare at him strangely. But Spider merely tries again, his feet slipping against the wet metal when the ship tilts a bit more.

“Go back,” he says, and this time their expressions take a swift corner into worry, and they begin to inch forward again. Even though Spider whimpers and makes his flailing bigger. 

“What–” a human says, and Spider freezes. “There’s something down here!” 

No. Not again, please Eywa no.

“Go back,” Spider whispers, pleads, his eyes burning with tears even as Neteyam and Lo’ak come within arm’s reach. 

“What is it?” someone else asks, and Spider feels like screaming. 

“I think some Na’vi have snuck onto the shi–” 

“Oh shit,” comes a different voice, and it has Spider’s head snapping around in fear. “Grenade! Get down!” 

[honkygay]

hey do u guys think Will Solace listens to those cafeteria ambience or busy cafe asmrs with headphones on at night or when he naps in the infirmary to relax cuz it reminds him of before the wars when the apollo cabin was second biggest in camp and not like 4 people

[kakyogay]

Man it'd be a shame if the scenarios I've made in my head would need so much more context to even share blips of because I've thought so much but shared so very little hmmmm

[s0fter-sin]

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Midoriya Izuku & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Iida Tensei | Ingenium, Nedzu (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Case Fic, Deaf Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Villain Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Past Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Found Family, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Fights, Fist Fights, Hurt/Comfort, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic-centric, Hurt Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, no beta we die like sir nighteye Summary:

Hizashi is spiralling; his hero career is on the brink of collapse, no radio station will give him a shot and he isn’t sure how much more he can take.

When people start turning up beaten half to death, they lead him to an underground quirk fighting ring. Could it be the big break he needs to save his career or will the mysterious Referee show him something better?

[traumamade]

who wants a drunk and/or suicidal leon starter. comment which you want or if you want both.

[angellayercake]

copia smut complete! terzo angst in progress 🙃

[mythvoiced]

@tewwor​ | “we have to hurry, they’re coming!” ( michael / clarence ) more random dialogue prompts

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There should be a limit to how often a person can hear a given line in their life, because Michael has heard that particular one often enough that you could hum it to him and he’d recognise it via cadence and inflection alone.

The limit would be great, it’d spare Michael the brain power to have to process a sentence he’s heard before and also, it’d imply that people would start acting rather than stating the actions they should be performing.

Or maybe Michael decided he’d be in a particularly bad mood today, everything according to regular schedule. Much like the angry muttering under his breath he’s barely articulating while he debates reaching over and wrestling the rod out of Clarence’s hand.

One day. One day of peace and quite and vague tranquillity, watching some strange guy fish the morning away, without having to deal with death and captivity and running or whatever.

But that’s not the kind of life Michael is living so obviously they’re not allowed to fish here - or maybe they are and one of the townsfolk had chosen to be particularly old-fashioned and privileged and annoying - and obviously there’s a police car parked right there right in the only direction they can walk into unless... well... the lake.

Michael runs a hand over his exhausted features. “Alright, lad, no hurrying in that direction. Know how to swim?”