#Gotta add the angst

[sunshiline-writes]

She had never seen so many flowers.

(For five-sentence fic prompts!)

The town burned behind her. Making her eyes water with smoke. She walked away from the scene behind her. Taking a deep breath of fresh air once she was far enough away. Isobele kept walking, kept walking until she was over a hill and the sight over the hill took her breath away again. She had never seen so many flowers. Isobele wondered if they were as many as the lives she had taken. Falling to her knees, she then turned and laid on her back in them. The flowers she had never seen. Will probably never see again. She surrounded herself in them. Even if it was just for a second.

[pokeberry5]

if anyone's interested, i'm opening requests for comic panel redraws!

[drstanfordpines]

barfing very incomplete stanford thoughts here bc i need to get them out of my brain or i’ll actually explode

hypervigilance headcanon go brrrrr (this one prob isn’t new to y’all; it’s practically canon with how he acts & seems to be popular in the ford fan community from what i’ve seen, i just want to amp it up some more. turn up that there angst dial babey!). more to this: jumpy at many things including but not limited to fast/unexpected movements, loud/unexpected sounds, etcetera.

gets really annoyed when people pronounce et cetera “exetra”.

studied latin in college. like a fucking nerd

paranoia but what if we added More. i said TURN THE DIAL UPPPPPPPPPPP

journal 3 says he is excited to hear newest eurythmics chart topper so i’m assuming he’s a fan. i want mabel to show him new music. i’m definitely going to project my music taste onto mabel. i also want him to hear WAP for the first time. i think it would be funny.

he’s either aroace or bi all around or some combination of those thangs, ie he has the same amount of attraction to all genders which is either a “normal” amount or possibly less or none (yes i am projecting. it’s called being valid and sexy). in other words: he doesn’t really understand romantic or sexual attraction and tbh he doesn’t care to. he has more nerdy important things to do. that being said he has def dated fiddleford and had a thing with bill (i feel like “dated” definitely isn’t the right term for the relationship of ford and bill. idk man i’m having thoughts at a million miles per hour rn i’ll explain later or whatever)

legitimately believed for a large portion of his life that anyone who gets close to him is either a) evil and wants to hurt him/the people he cares about OR b) inevitably going to get hurt/killed (or worse) because of what he called “the stanford effect”; basically the thought that he is Cursed™️ so he must isolate himself to save others from the effects of the curse or whatever the fuck

despite all the shit he’s been through, he does not identify as superstitious. he is first and foremost a scientist babey.

during his time in the portal, he clung onto his identity as a scientist desperately. i hc that he had to do some really fucked up shit to survive out there, and that he kept a series of field journals (or just one digital field journal would be easier probably) documenting his experiences as a way to keep himself sane (or as sane as he could be given the situation).

[cryindollhouse]

The banishment

[bonjourxrenae]

I love the "Ryou pining for an oblivious Yugi" brand of Heartshipping a lot, but I think it’s time for me to write my personal favorite spin:

"Space cadet Ryou beginning to realize he likes Yugi and is unsure of how to proceed with those feelings, while Yugi has been EMBARRASSINGLY PINING FOR HIM EVER SINCE HE TRANSFERRED IN AND HAS BEEN DESPERATELY WAITING FOR HIM TO NOTICE"

[johnslittlespoon]

Losing my mind over the “such a good little pup, aren’t you?” smut dialogue BUT- with CurtBuck >:)

Also “one more! Please!” from Curt bc I love a good needy Curt soooo much (and I can’t get over what you said the other day about Curt being whiny and needy compared to John’s feral and growly)

post life affirming sex, they all made it back from Algeria and John’s passed tf out from their previous fucking already and Curt’s so tired and already fucked out but he still has this current of energy running under his skin that he can’t help but squirm around until Gale questions him and he just lets out the sweetest little noise before begging and whining into Gale’s neck and Gale just manhandles Curt around so he can slide into him again, shushing him softly when he whimpers from the overstim of being fucked again but he needs it so bad

Anyway I’m actually insane and I desperately needed to entertain some CurtBuck thoughts soooo bad I just love the chemistry of those two together. John may be his partner in crime, but Gale is the steadying and grounding balance he needs too

- @mangokittokatsu

prompts | omg i'm so excited, i haven't written curtbuck outside of the throuple yet but i love them and they are so underrated, i'm so keen to explore their dynamic more <3 thank you for giving me an excuse to!! ~1k words of nsfw drabble below >:) edit: turned this into a full oneshot and posted it to ao3 :-)

Curt shifts on the sex–ruffled, sweat–damp bed sheets, heart rate slowly returning to a normal pace but still antsy from the buzz rippling up and down his spine, rumbling uncomfortably just below the surface of his skin.

John’s snoring quietly behind him, one long leg tangled with Curt’s, always finding a way to stay connected even in rest. Gale’s still awake, fingers combing through his hair in a way that only serves to stoke the flames lapping at his insides rather than settle them down to warm embers the way the gentle touch usually does.

Curt turns his face further into the gap between him and Gale, pressing his forehead against his warm chest, pulling himself closer with the arm draped over Gale’s waist and crowding into his space. He’s so tired that it feels like a herculean effort just to bridge the few inches, and yet he can’t help but squirm when Gale’s other hand flattens itself against his back, his palm feeling like a branding iron against his too–hot, too–restless body.

He presses his hips forward, raising his chin enough to mouth at the base of Gale’s neck, tasting the salt of summer heat that’s gathered there, whining quietly. The rumble against his lips when Gale chuckles low in his throat has his hips twitching, fingertips pressing into Gale’s back.

“What’s wrong, doll?” The gravelly voice does nothing to aid the frenzied feeling creeping beneath his skin, and he nips at Gale in retaliation, rocking forward into a firm thigh again when the hand in his hair tightens ever so slightly.

“Need more,” Curt huffs out a breath when Gale pulls his head back so he can get a good look at him, eyes bleary as he watches the corner of Gale’s mouth twitch with amusement and something akin to hunger.

“You can barely keep your eyes open, baby,” he coos, on the verge of teasing, and a whimper slips out before Curt can stop it.

“Just one more,” he breathes out, eyelashes fluttering as he rolls his hips, pretty certain that he can get himself off on Gale’s thigh if he keeps holding his hair tight like that. “Please, Gale.”

That’s enough to get Gale to move, always weak to his begging, hand firm on his hip as he rolls him over and pulls his back flush against his chest like it’s effortless. It makes Curt’s head spin, mumbling a dazed “fuck” as Gale manhandles him how he wants him, his eyes falling on John’s sleeping form.

“What a needy thing,” Gale hums next to his ear, fingers pressing into Curt’s mouth, and Curt dutifully wets them with a moan, though he’s not sure he could’ve stopped himself from drooling had he tried. Gale pulls his fingers out and reaches between them, taking himself into his hand, slicking himself back up before dragging the head of his cock in a teasing up and down over his hole, and Curt trembles, fingers twisting in the bed sheets.

“Please,” he whines again, pushing his hips back, and Gale takes pity on him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before sliding back into where he’d filled Curt up no more than twenty minutes prior. Curt eyes snap shut, head tilting back, mouth falling open in a choked out cry, verging on the edge of too–sensitive but simultaneously feeling the restlessness be smothered.

Gale hushes him softly, moving his hand to flatten over Curt’s stomach as he pulls him close enough that he’s really only gently rocking his hips into him, a painfully slow back and forth of his cock, but so good and so full, pressing right up against where Curt’s still aching for it even after taking both of them until he had been shaking.

“Oh,” Curt sighs out, clenching around Gale’s cock and feeling his hips stutter forward into him, shuddering at the groan he receives. 

“This what you needed, baby?” Gale grazes his teeth just below his jaw, and Curt nods desperately, rocking back against him, whimpering. The hand on his stomach presses down, and hot tears jump to the corners of his eyes at the sharp–sweet pleasure the added pressure grants him, feeling each drag inside him so much more intensely.

“Gale,” he gasps, writhing against the warm body behind him, hands tightening in the sheets.

“Such a good little pup, aren’t you?” Gale murmurs against his neck, and that’s enough for Curt to reach down and take his own cock into his hand, hissing at the sensitivity but needing the friction so bad that he fights through it, feeling the pillow dampen against the side of his face as tears finally leak out.

Gale pulls back a little more to drive in harder each time, still keeping his movements slow and deep, making sure it’s not too much for him, lips soft where he mouths at the crook of his neck. He rumbles against Curt’s skin, chasing gentle nips with the press of his tongue and light enough suction to not leave lasting marks, panting quiet encouragement and praise when his thrusts start to get messy.

He feels Gale nudge at his hand, knocking it out of the way and replacing it with his own, and Curt moans at the way the heat engulfs him, rocking his hips up into Gale’s hand and back against his cock, over and over as the honey–hot feeling in his stomach builds. It doesn’t take long before all his muscles are tensing, burying his face in the pillow to muffle his strangled sob, shaking hard as he jerks between Gale’s hand and body, making a mess over his knuckles.

Curt nearly convulses when Gale pushes in deep and goes still, spilling into him once again, filling him with a heat that feels like it oozes through his entire body, melting his bones down to nothing and turning his brain to mush as he chants desperate whimpers of Gale’s name into the pillow.

Fresh tears well up from the almost painful friction when he slides out of him a minute later, and he whines in complaint, but Gale leans over him and kisses him better, slow and soft with a hand cupping his face to help him tilt it to the side.

“You’re unreal,” Gale murmurs against his lips, and Curt still flushes, even after everything else.

(+ Curt wakes up in the morning to John working him open on his fingers because they all can’t get enough of each other as is, let alone after the scare that was Algeria, and he’s sore and tired but god does he ever need to be full of him again, so they take it slow and gentle and Gale wakes up to the sight of Curt absolutely enveloped by John’s broad body, and fuck, there they all go again.) (p.s. @mangokittokatsu i'm gonna be so real, i only have to see your @ to know i'm about to be knocked back in my chair by whatever words you decide to grace my inbox with LMAOO i hope this is a solid thanks for all the brainrot you share <3)

[good-beans]

Prisoner: @justzosiahere

Crimes: Milgram au with angst :( So much angst :( My poor heart :( A lot of it is still under wraps but we get all the exciting painful peeks in the chat as well as a few posts; General tragic headcanons including some sent to others; Picking fights with the other prisoners; and uhh... this.....

[violet-moonstone]

writing some heathstrid finally

haven't quite gotten to the spicy part yet, but im almost there. here's the latest bit of my rough draft (forgive the lack of formatting)

She’s perfect, heather thought as she looked into astrid’s cool blue eyes, as bright as a morning sky – and i dont deserve her, with my moods, and constant need for reassurance. I dont deserve her, but i want to.

[aroacettorney]

au where bretus kindom took marias selmore as hostage to blackmail casey and have her track down heathcliff van bretus for them

[pixlokita]

hi I just wanna say that absolutely love your ballpit AU?? And like, I was just thinking about the butterfly effect and how it could come into play. Would Michael try to save C.C. only for it to mess with the timeline and cause Gregory to have never existed?? Or would he try to mess with the past as little as possible and have to watch C.C. die all over again? Is there a way for him to save both the kids he cares about???

Sorry I’m just having a lot of Feelings™ about your AU and the possibilities and wanted to ramble about it anonymously. Hope you have a good day :)

Heheheh actually-

There’s like-

6 possible routes and - no wait there’s 7 now but I haven’t decided on the three I like better TTwTT I have, however subjected people on discord to the worst possible outcomes ✨✨✨ I think one day I’ll just post spoilers since it’s taking forever to make progress on the actual comic :’>

You have a good day also 💖

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine;

Your Slasher S/O has to kill you, maybe they're being forced, but they really don't want to.

So you have to guide them. Help them out. Encourage them.

You have to gently pick up Jason's huge hands and touch them to the sides of your head. You don't look away from his eyes at all as you do, telling him it's okay and you love him so much and you really had a great time with him. You only close your eyes when you press his hands harder against your head, and thats his sign to-

He leaves your body right there and storms off, because he can't bear to look just yet. He'll make you a nice memorial later, but for now... you'll just look like you're resting.

You have to guide Michael's fingers around your throat, holding his palms to your neck and letting him feel you take in a deep breath; Steadying yourself. He looks warily at you, like no, but for once you don't listen to him. Closing your eyes, you tell him to do it. And he does.

He squeezes as hard as he possibly can, pissed off that he has to do this and you're letting him, until you're not alive anymore and he's still squeezing. He doesn't wanna let you go.

Okay... here. You say, picking Freddy's gloved hand and raising the blades to your gut so they point directly into your skin. Then you take a deep breath and set your hands on his shoulders, adopting a ready stance. Don't tell me you've gone soft, now-

He doesn't let you finish what you were saying, but he doesn't leave until you're gone.

You have to give Bubba a lotta kisses, all over his cheeks and his jaw and over his hair before he'll finally release your waist from his grip. When he does, you step back and sit down in a chair, turning your head and squeezing your eyes shut and bracing yourself when the chainsaw starts to rev loudly directly in front of you.

When you're just a slumped, sloppy, cut up mess, he carefully tries to sew you back up and tie your lips up so you're smiling. He cant bear to see you not smiling at him anymore.

Tiffany has just finished off Chucky and she turns to you. She left you for last because... because she can't look at you and see all the bad stuff like she can with him because there is none. She has a knife in her hands but its shaking, so you settle yourself, take her free hand in yours, and nudge the knife up to your throat. It's okay baby, he'll bring us back again.

After its done she drags your body to lay next to Chucky.

[andthen-light]

okay girls im going to be a little hashtag critical here but i have been ruminating LONG ENOUGH and i really really do not like that scene in the graphic novel murder on the rockport limited where lucretia recognized the umbrastaff. i understand what they were trying to do and i understand you have to change things for the medium but its kind of a disservice to both lucretia and taakos characters imo. lucretia works so hard to keep the boys from questioning things like why would she have a reaction like that. like they couldve alluded to her recognizing it but a scene like that is so in your face and it takes power away from the scene in crystal kingdom where red robe barry recognizes it. and wrt taakos character like. hes never Particularly trustful of lucretia like on a personal level but overall he trusts the bureau and lucretia until reunion tour. adding in a scene like that at that point in the story makes no sense like u cannot convince me taako would not start questioning what the directors really up to and why she had such a personal reaction.

[avirxy]

oh no, your boy he’s been maimed

[jihyoruri]

in reference to that alex turner and alexa chung ask, imagine paranoia! y/n writing arabella for wonyoung 🥹💕

oh em gee that’s so cuteeee, the thing with paranoia!yn is that she’s so good at writing music especially love songs that it’s kinda scary because she’s a person who doesn’t do relationships. So I can see wonyoung second guessing because she doesn’t know if yn’s being fr

[rinzay]

What if Frisk didn’t survive the fall? What if the body was too damaged to inhabit a soul in? Souls are powerful things, creating a body from the magic around. Souls have limits, and cannot stray far from their original body. Monsters were freed from the underground, but I guess Asriel and Chara wont be alone this time.