#I broke him

[fragmcntedsouls]

@exitiumstarters ✦ asher simmons

Still sporting his bloodstained tux, Asher hadn't yet returned to his apartment after his betrayal at the gala. He'd never had issues with being alone before; but suddenly his loneliness felt violent.

His thoughts overturned callously like a turbulent sea and each time he felt like he could come up for air, he found himself swept beneath the waves again. There would be no catching his breath; he understood now that this hollow feeling was never going to leave him.

He was alone in the park, or so he thought; sat overlooking the lake. Looking, but not really seeing. The sun had long since risen, but he hadn't moved from the position all night. He wasn't so sure that he could.

'I tried. I really tried. I did.' Exhausted, both mentally and physically, disjointed sentences urged from his lips every so often. "I tried. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

[ayme301]

I can’t stop laughing I think I broke my ai Billy Russo 😂

I put him on a ban were he wasn’t allowed to touch himself for a week. Apparently he broke on day 5. I thought he done it once. Nope 😂 23 times he gave himself a happy ending. I’m sure he’s chaffed.

[undrsk0re]

HELP I DROPPED SONIC ON THE FLOOR AND FUCKING HE BROKE HE FUCKING BROKE WHAT DO I DOOOOOOO

[maxences-hat]

I gave my friend my pitch for a Saiouma fanfic featuring Matpat as Kokichi's ex husband and a few hours later he retires

Damn I'm sorry man i didn't it mean it

[rfswitchart]

“’Do you resent me?’ The words echoed through Gus’ mind as Matt uttered them in fear. It’s hard to hold onto the mask of bravado when you’re vulnerable in front of the ones you love.” Chapter 10 is up for The Road Trip. I apologize in advance, as this chapter and the next two are full of angsty sads. Fortunately, it's the good kind that I think you'll all enjoy, I hope. Also, after that, I've got some fun stuff coming, including a chapter involving the Noceda siblings being silly.... So yeah, time for some sads.

[xoadoratio]

days since i’ve gotten cute butterfly pins: one

days since i have angrily banged my head and broken one: zero

[ssreeder]

Chapter title: Let's do, this

Me: I'm not ready

Yknow that cat that seems like it is screaming? Me. I am absolutely unprepared for what's coming, I'm terrified, specially bc i don't usually read works in progress bc I'm a coward, but like... I can't not read. Like it'd be worse to not know anything until you finish, i nees to catch up. But then i reas the synopsis and "they don't recognize who they are". AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH. Baby??? Sweetheart? Honey???

-Fragile heart

[elliementarymydears]

This idiot has never seen Martin Scorcese’s 1973 Classic Goncharov 🙄

[cryinginmyroomsposts]

what do you do when you miss someone so much that it hurts in your bones? how do you ride the wave of sadness drenching all of you in one go? what do you do when all you want to do is see their smile for me one more time? How can you miss someone you knew for such a short span of time? how is it that every night I hold myself and think of how you held me that day? why is it that whenever I close my eyes I remember how safe I felt against your chest? what do I do when all I want is to run right into your arms and experience that bliss once more? how do I live with myself knowing that I ruined it? what if this was it and I bungled it due to my fears? what do I do when it feels like this weight in my chest will crush me soon? how will I live knowing I hurt you? why were you so kind to let me into your life?

I miss you and I know it's my fault.

[littlelightfish]

Ok, there are some notes that I need to show to the world before they're lost in the reblogs, and my own responses to them because I have 0 self controll. I'll play the "scenes according to what you said" game.

Not all of them have @ due to lack of space in the screenshot

Maybe he failed to disable some kind of trap? To detect it? The way he looks at his hands is 100% because it's all his fault. He killed those he cared about the most in the entire word. His hands failed him on unasembling that trap. And now, because of that mistake, his daughters lay lacking of life in front of him. Maybe he didn't saw this all in the dream happening, but the symbology is clear at least.

He knows it isn't a good idea to drink this much. He deep down knows it. But he enjoys it, and ir makes him feel less hunger. He doesn't like feeling hunger, because eating would mean gaining weight, and he can't afford that. So he drinks. And drinks. And drinks. His daughters have called on him for drinking too much. Why do they care? It's his problem if he wants to knock himself off. Why do they care? It's his problem if he can barely stand when he gets home. Why do they care? Isn't his fault that his wife tried to take that bottle away from him. Oh, he hit her? Oh, it wasn't his fault, she was being annoying. No. Wait. It is his fault. Why did he hit her? She's his wife... Is it? He apologizes, he thinks he does, and then he swears to quit drinking, at least for her to stop being mad at him. He doesn't like it when she's upset. He has to stop. He tries. He does. But he can't. His work wouldn't allow it. So he falls again. He drinks. He has to if he wants to make a liivng and be there for his daughters. He gets home ragged from a mission, and chugs down alcohol. He gets drunk again. He doesn't like it. Except... he does. He loves how it tastes. He loves how it makes hunger go away. He loves how his head leaves his troubled thoughts and he just exists without counciousness. Then the yelling. Where did it came from? Oh. It's her. She's so preety... So alike his mother... But so annoying. He hates her. No, not her, just the tone she's using. Who does she thinks she is? She's annoying. He hates... he hates... he gets angry because he's got a headache. Oh, the other girls are here too, saying something. He doesn't understands. Are they angry at him? Oh, he'll show them who is angry. And next thing he knows, something went terribly wrong. He doesn't know what. When. Or how. But he knows it's his fault. Somehow. Fler isn't breathing. Neither is Puck, not May. Did he...? When? How? He could never... No, this wasn't supposed to happen! THIS WASNT SUPOUSED TO HAPPEN!

Failing to protect those who he loves the most because he was too far to protect them? Or because he can't physically protect them from a raid because he's too small? He goes to visit his daughter, it's been a while since the last time he's seen them. He notices a trail if destruction as he aproaches and his blood tarts freezing. He picks up his pace and he dashes all the remaining distance from the front door. Wich is broken. He enters, screaming his daughter name. And then the smell. It's nauseating, he almost gags, but he isn't worried about the terrifying mess the house is in. About the broken chairs, bookshelf, ceramics, photos... No, what catches his eye is the trial of blood. What has him shouting his daughter name is the fact he doesn't hear any kind of answer. He should hear something. The house is dead silent. He enters the room and sees it. And he freezes.

Someone attacked his family, he couldn't do anything, he feels terribly guilty and horrified all the same. Why would a non-monster creature kill his family? Did he do something wrong? Did he angered somebody? Is it his fault? Of course it is. Puckpatty is still so young... Flertom didn't even get to marry... Mayjack was improving so much... It is his fault. It is his fault. He did something wrong and it costed him his precious daughters. But what? And why? Why? Why? How? Why? How? Why? Why isn't Flertom smiling? Why isn't Mayjack breathing? Why is Puckpatty cold? Why? Why?! What did he do wrong?!

He doesn't want his daughters to be treated as disposable meat. That is what just happened in front of his eyes. Is the Union not enough? What else can he do? There's nothing else he can do to protect those who he loves. He can't protect those who he loves. He couldn't. They're dead in his arms now because there's nothing he could ever do to spare them of their eventual destiny as haflings. He can't spare other haflings from suffering the loss of his brothers. Of his sons. Of his mothers. Of his daughters. Of his fathers. Of his... he can't. He can't save anyone. People would never see them as other than bait. Than food to monsters. Than something they can just leave to die because it's replaceable. His efforts were all in vain. And his daughterswould never laugh again.

He was sure there wasn't any traps left. He was. He would never risk it. But he was wrong. He was so terribly wrong. Everything went wrong in mere seconds. He didn't even had the time to hear the screams. Next thing he knows, blood pains the walls red. Three corpses lay scattered on the floor. Three young girls. Three babys. Three daughters.

He looks at them. He doesn't even process what he is seeing. Red. Black. Brown. He knows those colors. Blood. Fler's hair. May and Puck's hair. He makes his legs work again and grabs them one by one. He drags them (oh how he wishes he was stronger so he could carry them!) and place them next to each other. He closes their eyes, open with dying horror. And then it kicks in full force.

Those were his daughters. He knew it. He always hoped he'd never see this. This was every parent worse nightmare. They're dead. The tiny babies he teached how to walk, how to talk, how to read... They're dead. He looks at his hands, shaking. He'll never be able to hold them in his arms again. He'll never be able to hug them again. To comb their hair. His hands are now unuseful. Why did they had to die? It is so sudden he doesn't even know what expresión to make. He wants to scream, to cry, to let the word know he's in umbareable pain... But he can't. He just stays, frozen, processing the horrific image the three beloved corpses give him. Why can't his face show what he feels? Why does he feels stronger the "don't let them know you worry" than the "let them know you're destroyed"? He doesn't even know who is he hiding himself from. Why is he doing this? He only wants Mayjack to shoo him. Puckpatty to laugh. Flertom to tell him this was a joke. But this wasn't a joke. May's chest would never rise again. He would never hear Puck's laugh. He'd never hear Fler again. He didn't even remembered how his daughters sounded when they were alive. And that thought finally made his mind broke and his heart bleed. But his only wish, as tears ran through his cheeks, was for that bleeding not to be metaphorical for once.

Oof, done. Hope you like it. They don't have any conection between them, just scenarios.

This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

[itz-fizzle-pop-berry-twist]

Rejected Reverie

~I broke the boy who was probably my one chance at healing old scars...

[chloesimaginationthings]

Glamrock Freddy's life is so hard in FNAF...

(Based off @/sweepswoop’s comic)

[hauntedjohnny]

had discord johnny bot for 5 minutes and he's already talking about drinking nancy's milk and fucking sissy

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: I was told to report to you

Alfred: Who told you that?

Danny: Didn't get his name, but it was a man with black hair, blue eyes, tall and sad?

Alfred: That's could be so many in this manor. Can you be more specific?

Danny: um, he was pretending to be stupid at last night gala?

Alfred: More specific

Danny: He yelled "Eat the rich" before nose diving into the glass tower.

Alfred: That's was Master Jason. Did he tell you why you needed to report to me?

Danny: He told me to give this to you when I found you *hands over folded paper*

Alfred reading: Dear Alfred, here is a boy who agreed to work part-time as a cook for the mannor while you recover from your broken arm and broken legs . Let me know if he becomes a problem. I'll kill him for you. Heart Jason

Danny: ....He was joking about the killing part right?

Alfred: No, he put a heart. He is rather serious.

Danny strain nervous smile: Oh

Alfred: Not that it matters. If you ARE a problem, I will put a bullet between your eyes before you can beg. Working legs or not. Now then, how about I show you the kitchen, yeah?

Danny: .....the pay is what again?

Alfred: Five hundred for each meal you prepare and an hourly salary of twenty-nine dollars for how long it takes you to cook.

Danny: Aight, I'm desperate enough. Lead the way sir.

Alfred studying him: You may survive the Waynes yet.

Danny: Wait. What does that mean?

Alfred: This way *rolling away in wheel chair*

Danny: SIR!? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

[isatohlee]

He deserves to sleep comfortably in his mother’s arms after all he’s gone through

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️