#and overall angst

[happilychee]

songs I associate with fairy tail characters but it gets more and more random pt.2

zeref dragneel -> fairytale by alexander rybak

LISTEN I KNOW THIS ONE IS BASIC. but sometimes basic is best. zeref loves mavis and ultimately it's what kills both of them :,))

sting eucliffe -> livin' la vida loca

yes I'm including sting again bc he's babygirl. he so flirts with guys at the bar and drives them crazy. he stops by an inn during a mission and becomes the life of the party with his sweet charm. ironically, if you flirt back with the blonde and you really mean it, he'll turn to putty in your hands.

erza scarlet -> I am not a woman, I'm a god by halsey

erza is so. so. she's this song because everyone else deifies her. "I am not a martyr, I'm a problem. I am not a legend, I'm a fraud." erza isn't perfect, but she's aware of her reputation and that makes her act a certain way. she doesn't feel as free to express herself, and the amount of praise she gets for her fighting prowess often makes her feel like a soldier.

lucy heartfilia -> akasaka sad by rina sawayama

another lucy one, as a treat. "cuz I'm a sucker, sucker, so I suffer. akasaka sad, just like my father." specifically about lucy's complicated relationship with her parents (mostly her dad). there's so much distance and time between them, but she can never fully recover from the effects her childhood has on her. part of her will always be a sad, crying little girl in the corner of the library, hiding from her father.

alzack connell -> disko boy by shantel

specifically when he's pining after bisca. bisca is outgoing and fun and friendly and she loves to dance. alzack is shyer and prefers quieter, more personal activities like reading or drawing. he's never liked having the spotlight on him, but the way bisca lights up when he asks her to dance makes the embarrassment fade away, replaced by fuzzy warmth.

gray fullbuster -> dodomu by kalush (feat. skofka)

gray is soooooo ukrainian to me. he would shred on the dance floor doing gopak. also dodomu is about never forgetting where home is, and gray never forgets about ur, lyon, or deliora. even though fairy tail is his family and his home, he always remembers and honors where he came from by making traditional dishes and wearing traditional clothing. gray in a vyshyvanka and sharovary??? on the floor rn.

jenny realight -> bijin by chanmina

it just. fits. u can't expect jenny as a model to not have thoughts on how women are treated because of their looks. she will scream the last lines of bijin because it's cathartic.

lisanna strauss -> maggots by ashnikko

I think lisanna has a lot of pent up rage. she's had her life and identity reinvented so many times, she cannot be normal. she usually lets her anger out during missions with juvia and gajeel and lily or during sparring matches with mira (elfman refuses to fight her, understandably.) still, if you piss lisanna off, she will verbally tear you a new one. you didn't know such horrible words existed until lisanna cursed you out with them.

laxus dreyar -> kotik by alexander rybak

yes, another alexander rybak song. this one only makes sense if u put it in the perspective of laxus searching for an exceed. then it's hilarious.

[mikakuna]

watching deadpool has made me realize just how perfect and hilarious a red hood movie would be. it would do SO well

[cheezekeyn]

𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚.

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨.

[luminique]

lighter loves getting massages from you. they’re not top quality like those massage parlors but they’re comforting, not as painful too. the simple shoulder massage that has him closing his eyes, feeling your touch on his skin. soft grunts and groans leave his body as his aching muscles also lose their tension from before.

he especially likes it when your hands slowly go up his neck and to his scalp. his brain shuts off as your fingers tangle through his dark teal locks and focus on giving him scalp massages. even after you’re done, he’s just stuck there for a moment. his body relishing in all of the pressure that had been released from his body, all because of your hands. maybe next time you should consider washing his hair while giving him a scalp massage….

[m-mink4]

when you were here --#4

wanderer x reader.

warnings:: none, overall angst . || divider credits:: @ omi-resources >w< || a/n:: this is a common story (i think_) and i wanted to post. so enjoy~ . || layout credits:: sunvies

word count:: 464

"hey, scaramouche! how are you today?"

"... okay."

"aww, c'mon! you should smile more! it looks better on you."

"whatever."

-+-

birds chirped around sumeru city, people talked and laughed on the streets.

wanderer fixed his hat as he walked down the stone pathway.

he remembered you, cheerful as ever, running and laughing down the streets whilst holding his hand.

"hurrry, scaramouche! run faster!"

your voice echoed through his mind. he shook off the thought, a gust of cold breeze hitting him in the face.

he remembered how happily you skipped in the forest, your hand in his, leading him to your favorite lake.

"i love this lake. i like how at nighttime, the moon shines over the water. isn't it pretty?"

"..yeah."

he always visits the lake.

. it reminded him of you, unique and shining, like the moon in the water. and yet, even the cleanest and brightest pond can become nothing more than a sewage for people nearby, as so not even the moon can be seen on it anymore.

..."to take care of a flower, you need to water it at least once a day, make sure it gets sunlight, and add fertilizer. easy, right?" you smiled, your innocent eyes full of excitement and glee beaming with joy.

"i guess so." he replied.

"look, scaramouche! it finally got a bud!!"

".. it's a nice flower, isn't it?" he said, quite dully.

"i agree so!" you laughed.

he always planted the same type of flower.

it really reminded him of you, beautiful and healthy, fragrant and interesting. and yet, even the best and most spoiled blossom can wilt.

what an attractive bloom indeed.

he always resented himself for not being better for you. for not being there. that's exactly why you're gone.

he wished that he would see your smile, your eyes and you, all there again.

haha, how sad has he become?

"good morning!" you cheered.

".. morning." he said grumpily, little to no affection being shown.

"wanna walk with me? it's quite cold in sumeru right now, so i think it's the best weather for a stroll!"

"sure."

"is this a rose? it's so pre- ouch! i didn't realize it was spiky."

cold and sharp like the thorns of a rose.

scaramouche, does that remind you of someone?

seems like it.

he missed you.

he missed how your smile made him feel something.. unusual. something different. something puppets aren't supposed to feel. something only you could pull off.

was it love?

how could he consider something so mediocre.

aha, it's obvious, isn't it?

you're too good for him.

the wanderer walked on, trying to move on his mind to a topic more fit for a little puppet, just like him, the sunny afternoons' sun brightly lighting up the city.

like how you enlightened him.

-+-

[myokk]

This couldn't be happening again.

He was so foolish, to believe that he could try and befriend someone new, and that things would be fine. How could he have done this to Eloise? Sebastian had long started to believe that he, too, was also cursed: somehow everyone and everything he touched turned to ashes and he couldn't bear to see the insidious tentacles of...whatever this was reaching out to wrap around Eloise as well.

Hadn't he done enough damage already? And yet...

He couldn't let go of his hold on her body, hoping against hope that he could do something to help her. He slowly turned her body around so that she was facing him, hands reaching up to cradle her pale cheeks as he whispered feverishly: please please you can't die please Eloise please it's going to be fine...

[rorja]

pirate!suguru is a man who easily commands attention.

his name echos on the lips on children, stuffed dangerously close to the edge of searocks, in plein water — risking so just to take a peek of the legendary ship he owns.

the women of the village, even though tired and with fingers all shriveled from washing linen on the shore, try their best of luck. walking amongst the folks on the streets, holding their wicker baskets and their heads low to not meet strangers eyes. their whispering close to themselves with a hand in front of their mouths.

suguru walks, as if the bath of the onlookers on the main square is nothing more than droplets amidst the salty air kissing his skin in the early morning. as if tales about his birthright place amongst the many sons and daughters of the olympus have not been widely spread throughout the small village. and it’s frustrating. infuriating.

you envy the sea. to have birthed such a dutiful son, to be the one who’s solely holding his heart.

because suguru looks like a god — something divine that could only come from the finest of paintings, but he always has been so. from the days he used to sport an haircut perhaps too uneven, gotten from the only pair of scissors that could be found in the third drawer of the kitchen. from the bun he would tie his hair in, on days he would run between the freshly washed linen and big, colorful skirts of many dancers on the main square amidst the village’s main festivities.

you watch him from afar, wondering if the people who now blushed at his mere presence remember the kid he used to be. the one with a tooth missing and some bruises on his knees because of clumsiness.

(the one who always held your hand— guiding you through a labyrinth of salt and sheets hung to dry. scattered kisses from the sea drying somewhere between your small toes and ankles.)

you wonder if he still cling to the memories of sunsets and handmade seashells necklaces— all of what remains of a youth that resurface every time when his name is mentioned, or when the moon hangs lonely in the deep sky.

but he doesn't. in your heart, you can feel this answer growing louder like the sole of his footwear on sand. jewelry tingling, dancing under the warm rays of the sun altogether with the one too many knives hidden in his bizzarre and dirty clothes.

(he chose the sea. he chose the sea, leaving you behind.)

suguru walks, never once turning back to mourn the life he had bargained for his freedom. he belongs to the sea. and it's painfully visible in his stance, in the white crystals among his hair, in his longing eyes.

the grip around the seashell on your necklace tighten. suguru left you behind— and yet, you can't help but fall for the ghost of this stranger once again.

a/n : don't ask me what is this...... i literally have no idea..... i just had a vision and ran with it TT

[skateboardtotheheart]

hello, i delved into the world of dbd fanfic and i'm pretty proud of it so here you go <3

description:

Since they'd fallen out of hell, the Night Nurse slamming the door on the awful baby doll demon behind them, Charles had been itching to touch Edwin. And it wasn't like his usual touch-oriented personality just wishing to have some sort of contact. He could control that easily enough after all this time.

No, this was something different.

This felt like a desperation. A need to be in Edwin's personal space, to keep his hands on him. He wanted to wrap his best friend in a hug and never let go, he wanted to sit as close as possible as they heard a new case. He wanted to take Niko’s place as she grabbed Edwin's hand to drag him to watch another one of her shows. He wanted to tuck Edwin against him as they sat on the couch. He would wrap an arm around Crystal and wish it was Edwin, who was merely across the room.

---

After Hell, Charles is terrified of letting Edwin out of his reach for fear that he might get taken away again. He is, of course, being very subtle in his attempts to keep Edwin close.

or

a series of moments when charles can't stop touching edwin to remind himself that he's real and safe, until it all finally catches up to him and he snaps

[pippalovestunabrick]

Juno: I'm coming with you.

Nureyev: ...Fine. But take that blaster with you, at the very least.

[43sol]

i can finally go back into the tiger and bunny tag ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜

[nana-mizu-shiki]

Like the little shit he is, he continues to lay little breadcrumbs of life changing realizations at his brothers' feet.

"I don't know if those of the Batman and Nightwing fics are worse."

[thedoodlebuggo]

TW: blood (it's not a lot and most of it's covered but still)

noticed some parallels between that one scene in ep 14 and that scene from the rottmnt movie sO- take this alternate ending >:]

[carebooks]

a discovery of witches really said, "So, how many family dynamics do you want?" and the answer was "Yes".

[m-mink4]

as the years go by. - zhongli special...#2

word count:: #434 || divider credits:: saradika-graphics , , mikeykuns , enchanthings-a , . .|| warnings:: reader death,, overall ((zhongli)) angst-- || a/n:: overused story.. this was so hard to write wtf? lmao || this took 5-ever ||

it was truly heartbreaking. alas, not even the archons nor the beings above celestia could take you back. oh, he could only dream.

the busy streets of liyue rushed as the hours went by,, restaurants-- food stands,, local shops.. all buzzed below with activity. zhongli sighed,, between sips of his favorite osmanthus wine. his favorite for eons now.,

he watched as the sun went down,, orange light shining through his window., your smile echoing his mind.

children laughed and ran down the street,, smiling and enjoying their youth. he watched them play and yell to their friends,, and the thought crossed his mind that in only a few years they would be at age of one parent.

he remembered how you used to talk and laugh like them,, cheerful,, full of passion and genuine laughter., oh, how much mora he'd pay for you back.

you're priceless to him.

it was not long until his wine was drained to the very last cup. he stood up to take a stroll outside,, moonlight barely seen for the orange traditional lights of the street was far too bright.

as he walked on the stone floor,, kids and adults alike, seemed to move right past him, aging into old souls and young grown men and women.

time. something he can't even prevent. that is what it takes to rub a smile off someones face.

he used to enjoy eating and walking on this specific street,, however the experience did not give him the same enjoyment -- without you.

memories refuse to even recount how many times you made him smile. how many times you made him want to protect you, to make sure you'd be safe.

age is something one cannot escape, same with time. he'd sacrifice the same street you used to roam for that moment to be done again..

you're precious to him.

he sat down, sun rising from the east. he never noticed how much time had passed.

oh, y/n. did you deserve this cruel fate?

did you deserve to dissolve into nothing but an old memory?

zhongli would disagree.

people opened their shops for a new day, hoping for some sales to be bought.

and yet,, only thing thing that stays the same is the place. never the people,, never the memory. never the experience.

is that so?

time is truly a thief,, it robs you blind until you are eventually unable to walk. quite literally,, and metaphorically.

never once in a lifetime zhongli would experience such tragedy. that's why it took 5 . 936 for you to appear,, and 6017 for you to pass.

"do humans deserve to die? or is it a blessing?,, you chuckled, before eventually closing your eyes-- forever,, 'till time had met it's end.

[1driedpersimmon]

The Kaiien bullying arc continues

[cringelordofchaos]

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