#Make it Angsty

[skateboard-theta]

was having a normal one and then the moment in the S13 finale of O’Malley popped into my head and. how does Doc (pacifist) deal with O’Malley (decidedly unpacifistic) in his head. what kind of ethical/moral quandary does he face on a daily basis. because in canon he kinda just snips at him a bit but this is also the guy who outright refuses to hold a gun so.

[stari-hun]

Orv with The Unsent Project but we aren’t ready for that

[writingfromasgard]

Soulmate au where if you die even for a few seconds, you lose their name. They get a new one while you stay blank.

[asteriasfallingstarsandtears]

Well, I had an epiphany, and have decided in my Bane torments Gortash in the afterlife fic, he'll end the TV broadcast in the Bhaal Temple at the point that Durge is killed by Bhaal and go "Well, they're dead, sucks to be you!"

And Gortash will know Durge will never come for him because Durge is dead and trapped in their Father's realm.

Durge will fail to find Gortash because they can't get to Bane's realm and don't know he's in the Hells.

Bane just whistling a cheery little ditty of how he's ruined two lover's lives (and afterlife) with the barest amount of effort.

[sabusthings]

the ineffable husbands + numero 3 would be very nice :3

This is what you meant right. This is what you wanted correct

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

💣 - Hardest part to write for unintended target?

The whole thing! 🙈 I know that seems like a cheat answer but I kid you not I had issues with it the whole time. I was still adjusting my writing to Bucky. The angst of it all came so easily. But writing for a character for the first time has me always second guessing things. 😅

[nickinspacesstuff]

I’m not a die hard fan of Supernatural, but i did watch till season 8 or so.

Here’s my idea for a Supernatural reboot: have two sisters be the lead characters, not related to the Winchesters. One of them is strong, smart and the other is hotheaded and the leader.

In the same universe of the original show, the Winchester Brothers (deceased) are legends and there’s all these rumors about their lives, but most of it its shredded in mystery.

The show follows them on the road, making the same mistakes the brothers did. Lots of trauma and family drama! You can even put Cas in the show (bring him back, everyone always comes back in Supernatural), as this angel filled with guilt for not being able to save the Winchesters, so he tries to protect these girls who remind him of Sam and Dean too much.

You can also include more queer representation and break stereotypes with this plot.

[prismdelta]

My Ideal Mo Dao Zu Shi Fluff/Angst fanfic

Lan Wangji Cultivated so hard that he became Immortal, he has seen Everyone Live and Reincarnate Multiple times, but he has never seen a Wei Ying Reincarnation.He lives Isolated in Mountains, living through China's Imperial Age to the Modern Day that we are all know.As he going through his daily routine, he was interrupted by a small boy wearing weird clothes, Modern day stuff but looks alot like Wei Wuxian, however Lan Wangji's Memories of him are slowly fading.

(This is an AU where after the Death of Wei Wuxian instead of waiting 13 years, he waited longer and since the Cultural background is around the Jin Dynasty of the years 266–420 AD, we could estimate that he has been waiting and Cultivating for over 1000 years and meets him in the year 2022)

[sinningsquire]

Fic prompt

Jaskier falls in love twenty years too early.

Geralt falls in love six months too late.

[figuredmoon]

245 Days

There’s a hole in the center of her chest, well, it’s more like a giant, growing, gaping chasm… but, you get the point. It hurts to breathe, still, even though it’s been about eight months. Two hundred and forty four days, to be exact - but who's counting? Definitely not her. There’s not a crumpled piece of paper in her backpack with lines counting down the days or anything like that. Counting to what, she doesn’t know, but it keeps her head sane for the two minutes of the day she takes to count all the messy lines. She’d always had nice handwriting. Jacob wrote like he was always in a rush and maybe he was but she never asked, just teased him mercilessly for writing like a seventh grader. Now, she wishes more than anything she could read the words ‘at work, be home late, love you,’ scrawled across a neon blue sticky-note and stuck to the fridge. 

“How long have you been in town?” the man in front of her repeats, looking only slightly annoyed that she’d zoned out in the middle of a job interview. 

“About a month,” the words fall from her mouth easily, a lie she’s been telling for almost seven and a half months (two hundred and fifteen days), “my parents and I just moved here.” It’s rehearsed, but she says it with a smile and he nods, scribbles on her application and sighs. 

“Can you come in tomorrow for training?” 

She wants to tell him that this is the 8th shitty, understaffed diner she’s worked at, but her application says no prior work experience, so she doesn’t. He doesn’t need to know that she’s 10 states away from home. Her brain hiccups and scratches, like an old record. Home isn’t a place anymore, just a burnt memory, withered away at the edges, torn and faded from being touched too much. 

“Yes, absolutely,” she says instead, a little too much forced enthusiasm behind her words. She stands up, thanks him one more time and pushes through the door, her backpack slung over her shoulder. 

She takes the long way back to the motel, walking through a quiet residential street with street lights that flicker a dull-yellow, forgotten by a city that takes them for granted. She keeps her head down, but a part of her burns with the desire to scream and throw a rock through someone’s window. She doesn’t though - just takes one left turn, one right turn, cuts through a side yard and unlocks the motel door with a sigh. The back of her neck itches against the light of the moon and she slides the curtains shut, ignoring the gnawing feeling at the back of her throat. Instead, she takes her clothes off carefully and folds them back into her backpack. They were her nice clothes - her interview clothes - the ones she stole from walmart then cried about because Jacob would be so, so mad at her, but he wasn’t there to be mad at her and all she wanted was to hear him scold her like the dad that he wasn’t supposed to be, but was anyways. 

She brushes her teeth, stares into a face she doesn’t recognize anymore, spits, rinses, tries not to cry. You know, the normal routine. She’s not even bitter anymore. Just angry, sort of, but mostly numb. She takes the crumpled up paper out of the bottom of her backpack, smooths it out over the bed and adds one more tick mark: two hundred and forty five. She counts over them all again, once, twice, three times. The chasm in her chest is a black hole now, ready to suck in the entire motel and maybe the ground below her feet. She folds up the paper, places it gently in the bottom of her bag, then lies back and hopes that maybe she’ll actually sleep tonight. 

She watches the sunrise on her walk to the diner and she’s waiting on the outside bench when the manager comes to unlock the door. He looks shocked to see her. 

“Sorry, I thought you said six,” she lies, smiling and tucking a hair behind her ear. He said eight, but she knows that most diners need extra help before morning rush, so she follows him in and listens as he tells her things she already knows. Things she’s been doing for two hundred and sixteen days. Two hundred and fifteen, two hundred fourteen, two hundred thirteen.

[slaysfear]

            when  bellamy’s  bf  and  gf  appear  in  his  inbox  and  his  heart  implodes          @genetictraitor          &          @dievoted          and  they  even  want  the  same  thing

[karukvmoved]

Askbox call. //

I would love anyone who sends me asks. Character development questions, ooc, meta, crack, anons, silliness, who cares, I’d love it all. Send Temari anything && I’d love you. 

[socialpariah]

TONIS PLEASE COME @ me if you’re interested in shipping, i need this like air && have none of it

[cleverwitched-archive]

if anyone wants to leave things for allison in my inbox that would be grand

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

HI! I didn’t see dear john for some reason and now Im sad hahaha so can I get dear john from Klaus pls :)

Darling

Dear

It annoys me that I do not even know how I should begin this. I could begin with every way there is to, but none of them would feel right. Not in this moment or ever. It isn't hard to express myself. I've done so through art, anger, and revenge. But when it comes to you, I never could bring myself to. And not in the way you may possibly be thinking. There are no words of love or adoration to be found within this letter. Only the truth. I have wronged you in many ways. In your time of need I took advantage of you. Used you and your feelings grew while mine did not change. The are only so many times one can have together before annoyance and irritation play a key part in those interactions. And while I tend to rid my problems with a quick snap of the neck or a good heart ripping, for some reason I cannot bring myself to do that to you. Call it guilt for the part I've played in your life or something else. But the truth is, I don't care for you and it is time for me to move on from this little adventure of ours.

Klaus

[earl-of-221b]

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