#THE ANGST!!

[primaphomet]

Got really inspired by @sad-leon 's fic (linked below please go read) and I just HAD to draw a krangified! Leo

The design just goes so hard and the transformation of your brother being a constant reminder of the worst day of your life is such a cool concept!!!

[q-isthebestletter]

I want John and Arthur to have separate bodies in the Dark World, preferably with John in a monstrous form resembling the King in Yellow.

Half because they need to hug each other, half because can you imagine the angst?? John could get hurt, seriously, life-threateningly hurt! They could argue, and one of them could storm off and leave the other behind! Arthur could feel all of John's form, his tentacles, his cloak, and only be reminded of the King!

[nireey]

Read on AO3♥️

The soft clink of glass against wood echoed in the quietness of the living room. The warm glow of the single lamp cast long shadows over the table, where candles and plates of half-eaten food and bowls were scattered, some nearly empty, others left untouched as if their owners had forgotten about them mid-conversation - a modest spread of homemade delicacies and simple drinks - while the weight of an impending farewell loomed in the air.

The television was on, playing a late night TV comedy show neither of them was paying attention to. It just served as background noise, something to fill the silence between words that felt too big to say out loud.

Juwon sat back into the way too cozy couch, one leg tucked under him, glass between his fingers placed carefully on his left thigh. The colorless liquid inside caught the light as he studied Dongsik from the corner of his eye, who lingered next to him, unusually quiet.

Dongsik sat slouched, his elbows propped on his knees, fingers idly playing with the rim of his own glass.

He wasn’t drunk. Not yet. But there was a looseness in his posture that suggested he was slowly and surely getting there.

“You’re not eating.” Juwon noted with an irritated glance and for a second he questioned his own amazing cooking.

Dongsik looked up from the plate with a forced smile, snatched a piece of delicious, grilled bell pepper from Juwon’s spicy dinner session earlier with chopsticks but didn’t bring it to his mouth. Instead, he glanced toward the flickering candles, following the movements of their mesmerizing orange flames.

For some reason he suddenly didn’t feel hungry anymore.

Tomorrow evening.

Juwon swirled the liquid in his glass before tossing it back down his throat.

"Tomorrow evening," he eventually said out loud, more to himself than to Dongsik.

Dongsik only hummed in acknowledgment, eyes still fixated on the flickering candles.

He knew.

Tomorrow evening.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight, you know that?” Juwon remarked with a hint of irritation in his voice, setting his glass down with a soft clink.

Dongsik let out a slow breath, his lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile. 

“Since when do you need me to be loud, Juwon-ie?”

It was a pathetic attempt to be funny, to lighten the mood. Both of them knew it wouldn’t work. 

Juwon watched him; the way Dongsik’s fingers curled a little too tightly around the shiny glass, the way he rubbed his 3-days chin stubble with his calloused fingers, the way his lips pressed together just a bit too long before he spoke - meant something was wrong, something was bothering him.

“Are you sure it's okay?”

Dongsik didn't look at him, his eyes back focusing on the flickers. 

"What?"

"Me going to England. Two weeks."

Dongsik chuckled and put his chopsticks down before reaching for the soju bottle even though the alcohol level in his blood had already reached a dangerous threshold. 

For a moment, it seemed as if he might just say something biting, something harsh. He was good at that - deflecting with snark, with sass on point. But not tonight. Tonight, there was something softer in his eyes, something sadder, pulled up and laid out on a silver plate from the bottom of his scarred, healing heart, even if it didn’t reach his mouth.

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don’t know. It just feels like..." Juwon hesitated, then shook his head. "You always act like nothing bothers you, but I know you."

"Oh, really? Do you?", Dongsik smirked a tease, the corners of his mouth rising gently while he poured them another round - Juwon first and then himself a second drink.

Juwon exhaled through his nose to suppress a rising streak of annoyance. 

"Cut it. I know when you're pretending."

Dongsik tilted his head, a mischievous gaze flickering towards Juwon's youthful, moisturized face. His beautiful boyfriend was watching him carefully, searching for something. Dongsik had always hated and liked that about Juwon simultaneously - the way he saw too much, the way he never let things slide.

"Juwon-ie. You don't have to explain yourself to me, nor do you need my permission. It’s just two weeks. Come on.", Dongsik answered, lifting his glass, watching the Soju getting mixed and diluted by the melting ice cubes in it. "Not a big deal, really. You'll come back."

"You say that like you don’t care whether I do or not."

How absurd. 

Dongsik let out a short laugh. "What, you think you'll go back to England and suddenly decide you like it there more than here?"

Juwon didn’t answer immediately. He tapped his fingers against the glass, thoughtful. For a moment, his mind seemed miles away, lost in thoughts that were hidden behind his usually composed exterior.

"I lived there for ten years. Sometimes it still feels like home, despite the heavy memories."

There it was - that word. Home.

Dongsik’s stomach twisted. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear from Juwon’s mouth but it was a fact.

England - a part of Juwon’s past that Dongsik could never quite reach, no matter how hard he tried.

As a kid, Juwon lived in England for almost a decade during the most formative years of a person's life. It was natural for him to feel a connection to it, to embrace the bittersweet recollections and unresolved dreams.

It was normal to want to go back, to reminisce as a now mature and unchained individual, to revisit the places that shaped him.

Of course it was a second home for him; there was no doubt about that. And Dongsik would be the last person in this world that would deny him the sweet feelings of homecoming and nostalgia. 

But still.

Dongsik had spent a lifetime watching beloved people leave - all of them not by choice.

His sister. His parents. His police partner. His foster daughter. His chief who was like a father to him. 

They all had disappeared, one after another, until he was the only one left standing in the ruins. 

And now Juwon - his bright, stubborn, maddening Juwon - was going to a place he once called his second home. A place that might feel more like home than Korea ever had.

Even after all these years, even after everything, he still had this ugly, gnawing fear that history would repeat itself. That Juwon, with his sharp determination, his enticing eyes and caring heart, would one day look at Korea and decide it wasn’t enough.

That he, Lee Dongsik, wasn’t enough.

Abandonment was a wound that ran too deep, that needed time to heal.

It scared him deeply.

Dongsik was afraid.

Juwon saw it in the way he kept refilling his own glass at a concerning pace. 

He saw it in the way his dreamy eyes darted away whenever Juwon looked at him for too long. 

He saw it the way he started to laugh every time he was seized by mental stress, panic and anxiety.

“Sorry, I…I just want to see it again for once. See how it feels now, after, you know, everything.”

Dongsik finally reached once again for the piece of bell pepper that he had abandoned on the plate earlier, chewing it slowly to buy time, to keep himself from saying something he’d regret. 

He’d known this was coming - Juwon had mentioned the trip before about two months ago - but the reality of it settled heavy in his chest now. 

Nonethelss, a fact stayed a fact. England had been Juwon's home for a long time. And he had no right to make demands. 

He loved Juwon. His Juwon. And loving someone also meant to let them live and breathe.

And yet, Dongsik didn’t want to let him go. At this point he was selfish.

What if he went back and realized he’d rather stay?

Get it together. He deserves to live. To be happy. To be free.

What then?

What could he do? Ask him not to go? Tell him to stay because the thought of waking up without him for two weeks felt like hell?

No, that wasn’t how it worked.

"You should go." 

Dongsik nodded into Juwon’s direction, chewing on some vegetables while he spoke, suppressing the pain that was rising in his chest. The fear of being abandoned still clung to him like a second skin, a constant companion.

"You're still young. Enjoy your life. You don’t have to be stuck in this shitty town forever."

Juwon’s brows furrowed with unease. "That’s not what I meant."

Dongsik forced a cheeky grin on his face that camouflaged the rising anxiety inside his heart pretty well. 

"What, you're afraid I'll get lonely? You think I’m gonna cry, cling myself to your leg and beg you to stay?”

Juwon clicked his tongue, looking away with a soft bite on his bottom lip. "I just...I don’t want to leave if you don’t want me to."

I don’t. I don’t want to, Juwon-ie. Please. Stay.

Stay with me...

“Bullshit.”

Dongsik swallowed down the urge to tell him the truth. He wanted to beg. He wanted to cling to him and tell him not to leave. He wanted to cry.

Closing his eyes, he pushed down the wave of panic that was threatening to overwhelm him.

No. This wasn’t about him. He couldn’t ask Juwon to stay out of selfish fear.

It was ridiculous.

“If you don’t want me to go, just say it.”

There it was.

The invitation to be selfish. To beg him to stay. To grip his wrist and tether him to this godforsaken town, to Lee Dongsik’s side, where he belonged.

Instead of taking the invitation, Dongsik reached out, nudged Juwon’s knee with his own, then put a hand gently on his cheek. An encouraging smile full of love was drawn on his slightly charred lips while his eyes glistened with pain in contrast.

"I’ll be fine. Go. Get some fresh air. Take pictures for me. Meet up people. Reconnect. Socialize the hell out of yourself and have fun. You deserve it. Just…don’t forget to come back."

Behind those words, Dongsik’s heart was a storm of quiet desperation. Every syllable he spoke was a whispered plea to his inner self; a self haunted by the terror of abandonment. The thought of Juwon returning to England, perhaps staying there longer than the planned two weeks, unraveled threads of his deepest insecurities.

Juwon’s face didn’t flinch when he heard him. He turned around, drilling his determined glances into Dongsik’s sad eyes. 

“If you really don’t care, then look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t miss me.”

That brat.

Sometimes Dongsik hated him. Affectionately.

He hated him for becoming so perceptive. Hated him for knowing him so well, for seeing through, for challenging him. He hated him because - damn it - Juwon was right. 

It hurt like hell.

Dongsik picked up his drink with a smirk and downed it again in one go. When he set it back down, he finally met Juwon’s demanding gaze with easy confidence, pushing it down. 

“Man, you’re annoying. As if I would miss you.”, he sighed dramatically.

Juwon’s heart skipped a beat and he studied him for a short moment. Then, finally, he smiled - small, knowing, but warm. 

Nothing. Not even a trip overseas could tackle their mutual trust, their affection and nonverbal understanding.

"And you’re an idiot.", Juwon murmured and finally moved closer, settling against Dongsik’s side with practiced ease on the couch, eyes tired from the soju, his head finding its place against a soft chest. The weight of him was familiar, grounding, a warmth Dongsik had never known he could have.

Dongsik huffed out a laugh. "Takes one to know one."

They plopped down deeper into the cozy couch, embracing each other in a moment of solace, the soju between them as the weight of their conversation settled into something softer.

Dongsik laid a lazy arm over a broad pair of strong shoulders, pulling Juwon closer, burying his own face into his hair - and let himself break.

Beads of hot tears suddenly emerged from his eyes and trickled down his flushed cheeks in silence until they dropped down into scented dark locks.

Two weeks. It wasn’t forever.

It was just a visit.

Juwon would come back, right?

He didn’t sniffle or shake, just let the tears fall, one after another, as if crying was as natural as breathing.

Dongsik didn’t beg him to stay, didn’t whisper: 

‘What if you don’t come back? What if I lose you, too?’

Instead, he held his sleepy Juwon closer, breathed him in, and prayed - prayed that, this time, someone he loved would return.

[touchbased]

i have normal people brainrot and now i want a plot where muse a is the golden child in high school, and no one would suspect they’re hooking up with muse b, the outcast… or that there are serious feelings. fast forward to college and the roles are now reversed; muse b is well liked and popular, while muse a has to reckon with the fact that they not only hurt muse a, but also that they’re struggling to adjust to college

[brighteststar707]

The mental image of Jumin opening up his best friend's favorite bottles of wine, knowing they will never share a drink together like they used to made me think of 'With You' from Ghost the musical, and I just had to drop this information into your inbox 😔

I know it's a romantic song BUT IT FITS, and I am NOT OKAY

Post SE Jumin has so much angst potential it's painful

Oooh I had never heard of this song before and when I tell you it BROKE my heart!!!

This is it! It's SE Jumin in a nutshell. I'm thinking about those nights he spends with a glass of wine looking out over the city. They used to be his favourite part of his day, but now he mostly sits there out of habit. A few glasses deep, he reminisces about conversations he and Jihyun shared while sitting in the exact place he's sitting now. He hears his friend's voice, his good-natured laugh as they tease each other back and forth. It haunts him. He's still trying to decide if his perfect memory is a blessing or a curse. Would it hurt less if he could forget the sound? Or would it hurt all the more? As it is, he clings onto every memory, even when it wrecks him from the inside out.

Also, this is a little bit before the SE, but it reminds me of Jumin doing everything he can to make sure the party happens during 707's route. Jihyun will show up, everything can still be explained, everything can still be reversed. Jihyun will give him the opportunity to forgive him. Jumin will, because he always does (except for that very last time). They will laugh about their misunderstandings and Jumin's trust will not have been unfounded. It is his last hope. He needs it. Without it, he is lost.

Not to mention that I think he has and always will associate the RFA parties with Jihyun. They might keep holding them after everything has settled in the SE, and it doesn't matter how many years have passed, Jumin will always be looking for that head of mint hair in the crowd. He will always have to step outside to compose himself when he remembers that it's never going to happen again.

[saricess]

me, wanting to write something wholesome:

also me: lol what if ahsoka killed vader on malachor

[riceball-galore]

(shoulder touch prompt!) [ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 (𝒜 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝓛𝒾𝓈𝓉) || 𝙰𝚜𝚔

All she could do was stare at the hollow before her, the deafening roar of its power could be felt deep in her soul. Blood was dripping down her body, a hand gripping the other as it trickled down on her skin and dripped to the floor. Orihime felt real terror running through her, what was she supposed to do?

Her powers weren't working, she was having such a hard time summoning her Shun Shun Rikka, no matter how hard she tried. She thought it, yelled it, touched the pins that held her hair back, anything she could think of summing them. But nothing, no a whisper, not a greet, not even a Tsubaki who would normally yell and force her to concentrate. She was rendered useless, a normal human girl who was at the mercy of a hollow. Please, I don't want to die here!

The hollow started moving towards her, the look of hunger on its face. Orihime felt frozen, her body unable to move as fear cruised through her veins. All she could do was plead, repeating it quickly and with a quiver to her voice. "Hinagiku, Lily, Baigon." A finger stayed on the pins as if hoping the contact would work. "I reject" The hollow got closer. "I reject" As steps backward quickened. But nothing. "I reject! I r-reject! I reject!" Soon she felt like she could feel the breath of the hollows scream, closing her eyes she prepared for the impact. Instead, felt a hand pull her back from her shoulders, a body moved forward and the clink of a sword, feeling the energy of the following push back. Her eyes opened and she saw him, the familiar Shinigami substitute protecting her. He stood between her and the beast now off in front of them, injured as it was losing. All Orihime could do was look up a the boy, tears overflowing in her eyes as she let a hand come to the injury once again.

"K-Kurosaki-kun, you came." And she felt the instant relief of being safe again, her friend showing up at just the right time. She was safe, she would live, thanks to 𝒽𝒾𝓂.

[willowbirds]

Grandpa in Sports Mode!!

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[kyri45]

I didn’t realize you were the person who did the fanfiction tag drinks.

ahah yeah that's meeee!!

They are all available as stickers on my RedBubble shop!

Also I did Part 2!

[m4nsch]

family is fighting again

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

you know a fic is good when it has this

[kemonomimichiru]

How it feels to find a fanfic where your favorite character is going through literally the worst horrors you can imagine

[bebx]

“We hope this email finds you well” babe, the only emails I hope find me well are the ones from Archive of Our Own

[starklike34]

Leave a note that this is not official art or screenshots :D I just got a little carried away with the rendering, while making these matching phone wallpapers/avatars. There’s so much cosmic harmony art for Jayvik, so I went for moments when they were farthest apart from each other.