#HAHA OUCH

[xifhera]

Ow

[shmothman]

angst/hc prompts #17. "You don't have to be alone anymore." 🥰😊

You got it, my love 🥰💕

Hurt/Comfort Prompt List

Scheherazade (Vash/Reader, 810 words)

“Well!” he says, faux cheerfully. “It’s been fun, but this is where we part!”

You knew this was coming: you’re only surprised it didn’t happen sooner. You’ve seen the way he pushes away everything that comes too close in the hopes of protecting them from the danger of his life—isolates himself in the name of helping others—and it’s been a while since you met, since you decided to stick by his side (for your own aims at first… but you can no longer pretend this partnership is entirely self-serving, at least in that way). He allowed your company for a shockingly long time, but it was only a matter of time until you got hurt, however innocuously—just a gash on your arm. And now he’s trying to leave. For your own good.

You swallow, willing your lower lip not to wobble. “I don’t want to part ways.”

He’s still trying for a smile, but it’s falling flat with the way his blue eyes are beginning to waver with tears. “It’s better this way.”

You shake your head, your own eyes brimming over to match his. He doesn’t mean it—well. He means it, but in the way that he believes that he’s too dangerous to associate with. That you’ll die if you stay by his side, and he can’t allow himself the happiness of company because it only leads to ruin. How do you fight back against such ingrained beliefs?

“It’s not better,” you say. “I… don’t want to go back to the way my life was before I met you. Do you really want to go back to the way it was before you met me?”

You’re friends—you feel more for him than you’ve ever felt, and the way he looks at you sometimes… you know there’s something there. You know it.

He gestures at your bandaged arm, and his voice is ragged as he says, “how can you want this? There’s no future for you with—if you keep traveling with me.”

He was about to say there’s no future for you with him.

“So you’re gonna make that decision for me?” you ask. “You’re gonna decide that you’re not worth the risk?”

You’re flying too close to the sun, heart on your sleeve as tears trace down your cheeks.

He looks away. “Don’t say that.”

“Don’t say what? That I don’t mind the risk of—of traveling with you? Vash, every single one of us is risking our lives every day just by living. I’d rather live with… with someone I care about.”

His eyes shut tight in a pained grimace. “I’m not worth your life. I’m… you’ve seen what follows me!”

“You think I can leave you when I know you’re in danger? You think I don’t care as much about your safety as you care about mine?”

“It’s not the same—“ he insists, and you’re trying to tamp down the agitation that’s bubbling up in your chest; not necessarily at him, but at the circumstances that have driven him to become like this, driven him to such a lonely existence. You’re not going to let him keep doing it.

You take a breath.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

It’s dangerously close to a confession, an admission of the feelings you’ve tried so hard to keep inside, but you’ll admit to anything right now—anything to make him stay.

You can hear his shuddering breath, can see the tears begin to fall. He doesn’t want to be alone.

“And I don’t want to be alone, either.”

Your heart tightens painfully in your chest as a soft sob is wrenched from his chest.

“Please,” he says, voice breaking. “I can’t be the reason that—that—“

You’re closing the distance between you as his shoulders shake, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his coat.

A thought comes unbidden: a story you were once told; a story from long before the Fall, from ancient times on Earth. A story of a woman who, to save her life from her husband, the king, told him a story each night, gave him a reason to keep her alive the next day. Just one more day, and one more day after that. Days turn to weeks turn to months and years.

“Just don’t leave tonight,” you beg him. “You can go tomorrow if you still want to. Just stay tonight.”

And Vash returns your embrace with a sob, arms coming to rest at your back, not daring to hold too tight as his resolve crumbles.

“Okay,” he says. “Okay.”

You’ll find a way to convince him that this is worth it; that he doesn’t have to be alone ever again. You’ll find a way to combat that deep set martyrdom and guilt that informs his every decision. Even if you have to keep buying time like this for weeks, months, years.

[mycupofstars]

Realized the Worst Thing about Claudia and Louis in s2 and had to physically sit down in the shower today

They’ve got the telepathy this time

He’s going to be able to hear her die

SHE IS GOING TO BE RIGHT THERE IN HIS HEAD WHEN SHE DIES

[dailydccomics]

the Kents mourning the loss of their son :( Superman: The Man of Steel #21

[collectingmuses]

[flowercrxwned]

What flavor is your soul?

Rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

Nabbed from: @brokendreamscreation

[thefaceofhorror]

What Kind of Catharsis Do You Need?

freedom

You've had the weight of the world on your shoulders, haven't you. It's okay to put the burden down, stretch your legs -- everything won't fall apart if you just take a second to breathe. Go for a late night drive with the windows down and the radio up. Howl at the moon. Break something. You earned it.

[mecwmellc]

@cagedpotential sent: 🎁 / slexie! and got exile by t.aylor s.wift ft. b.on i.ver

"you never gave a warning sign."

[runeberry]

also also logged into eso for the first time in months and I forgot scylla is halfway in love with a lizard

[gemkinetic]

What Flavor is Your Soul?

Salt

Ah. little kraken, bold are you. Restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. Ah, of course, they are but the same object. Oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? You have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. But off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. Your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. Little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. You do not have to be strong all the time. love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. Vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? Strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. Put down excalibur, and use your words. You'll find they will carry you much farther. Not everything in life is a battle.

[froget-me-nots]

[cate-to-minore]

it wasn't enough that I already get way too attached to fictional characters and cry over them, they really had to go and make the most emotionally and phisically tortured character on the show look exactly like one of the people I've cared the most about in my entire life didn't they

[sisterdivinium]

The number thrums in her mind, over and over — her total ammo, the limit she cannot challenge, the ticking clock that times the mission.

It’s easier, counting bullets. Mary can focus. Her mind steadies itself through the number instead of painting pictures of what could happen if it all went wrong, conjuring crimson from Shannon’s lips, broken bones, limp muscles.

The halo, yes, it can heal, but it had belonged to others before. Mary knows. One day it might, it would belong to —

She grips one of her guns, glances at Shannon, ready beside her.

Shannon smiles.

Mary counts again.

[xamdsona]

The last few episodes of Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur and Hollow mind from the Owl House. They sure are something...

[mothytheghost]

Welcome home monster n no please kill me wally tutti

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙉𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧...

[duckie12]

regulus slept in sirius’ bed the night he left. the beating he took for it was worth it. until it wasn’t.