#angst first because of course it is

[avrorean]

@hoboblaidd. [ shoulder ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them.

The Warden-Commander was in a dark mood. 

It may not have been to the degree that others might consider a ‘dark mood’; there had been no stomping or raging, nor an undue shortness at unsuspecting passersby, but it was enough of a shift in her typical demeanor that it garnered whispers nonetheless. Nothing cruel, simply…cold.

With no missions to attend, Nanna had contented herself with staying, not in her room, but the little loft above it whose holed floor had never been repaired, thus leaving it free for her own claim. It was a good place to work. But nothing she’d tried to set her mind to seemed enough to distract her. 

It had been like this ever since returning from Redcliffe. She had wanted to help Cole, and had insisted to Inquisitor Lavellan to come along. But as soon as they started delving into the problem, and the source, everything had just… locked up.  

It all came back to the Templar. 

Lost in her own thoughts, Nanna hadn’t paid as much attention as she should have to the mixture she’d been tending, and the vial started to bubble and smoke from the incorrect amounts colliding.

“Maker’s- shite-” the rolling lit slipped past her practiced accent in a wave of irritation, and with a cry of pique, took the bottle and flung it out of the hole in the wall. In a calmer moment, she might feel ashamed at her lack of self control. Right now, it felt good to chuck something. 

“Nanna?”

Frustration bubbled a creaking groan in her throat. Not now.

“Just busy.” The lie came quick and easy, waving him off as his familiar shape climbed the ladder before he could begin his usual barrage of questions. She wasn’t in the mood. “Local supply for the Wardens the Inquisitor sent out need to be tended while I deal with the fallout of Clarel’s mess. Of which partly needs to be diverted to Amaranthine, where I am dealing with the fallout of Fiona’s mess. Clearly, that is what I am here for. Cleaning up everyone else’s messes, because why should that change in ten years?”

Solas hesitated behind her, his arms locking behind him as he did when he was analyzing something critically.

“It has been clear something has bothered you since we returned.” He didn’t specify, but they both knew what he meant. There was concern in his voice, but tension covered it like a worn blanket. Something taut like a bowstring when held in a draw. “And you withdrew yourself from voicing your stance on the matter. You disapprove of the choice?”

“What?” The low disapproval in his voice seemed enough to momentarily jolt her from her agitation, turning to face him incredulously. That his expression was hard from an answer she hadn’t yet given just further soured her. Her expression withered, and turning back to her work. “Do not be ridiculous.”

From behind her, Nanna could hear him loose a slow exhale and some tension seemed to leave the room with it, as though he’d been preparing for an argument. 

“But it has something to do with what happened.” That was a statement, not a question. A hand found itself on her shoulder, and for a moment, Nanna felt some of the tension slacken. 

“Is he well?”

Solas nodded. “He is adjusting, and settling back to how he should be.”

As a spirit, she remembered him mentioning. That was good enough, then, but it did little to soothe the caged energy still running bolts through her nerves. In a rare moment of distance, she shrugged off his hand. 

“Then that is what matters.” Her smile was practiced, a perfect imitation of reassurance. But it was an iron smile, intentionally bent into the right shape, but there was a roughness to the grip in her hands as it continued to grind at the pestil. “Just do not ask me to feel sympathy for the man he had to forgive to be so.” 

[kerizaret]

I know i like to joke around that haha tsukasa scared of bugs haha funny loser, but please do remember and be mindful of people irl with fears that might seem silly or petty to you, because you never know how it truly makes them feel

[dasiesanddarkness]

in a bad mood so let me tell you about my current wesper wip:

it’ll be told through flashbacks from Wylan’s pov and current chapters from Jesper’s. To set the scene (aka everything that happened before the story)

Wylan is a musician steadily gaining popularity. He met Jesper at a bar one night after he performed, and they hit it off. they started dating, Wylan became friends with the rest of the Crows through Jesper, and everything was going great. they moved in together after a year, Wylan has released his second album and a number of singles, many of which are about Jesper. then, after about a year and a half, they get it a huge fight. they’re furious with each other, blaming each other and themselves, and they break up. they agree not to tell their friends anything so Wylan can stay friends with them.

The first chapter is a prologue of sorts, with the aftermath of their fight from Wylan’s pov. the second chapter picks ip about five months post fight, with jesper wallowing. eventually, his friends get him feeling slightly better and convince him to start dating again. he meets up with this guy (who may be Kuwei, i havent decided yet) and they go on a couple dates, before he texts Jesper and asks if he wants to come to this concert with him cause his friend has an extra ticket. Jesper says sure, and guess whose concert it is!!! thats right, Wylans!!! and that’s everything im going to say cause thats all the plot i have figured out. it will eventually end with them getting back together though, fear not :)

[allastoredeer]

The Egg Bois have no one to take orders from after Sir Pentious dies. Then they see Lucifer and immediately follow him around and unlike Alastor who didn't like being tailed by the annoying yappy yokes, Lucifer is enthralled by them because they are like little ducklings forming a line as if Lucifer is their mother

One egg boi, Frank, is the only one that stuck to Alastor, and Al makes it clear he wants him to go away but Frank stays with him. One time when Al was cooking, Frank asked if he could help and Al thought for a moment, grinned, picked up the egg, and plopped him in the boiling pot. Unfortunately, Frank did not hard boil, in fact, he enjoyed the hot bath, and the rest of the egg bois ran inside as Lucifer entered the kitchen and screamed in horror at the display but the rest of the eggs hopped around Al's feet, pulling at his trousers asking to join the bubble bath.

FRANK STAYING WITH ALASTOR IS SO CUTE MY HEART JUST EXLODED

Alastor trying to boil Frank is just fogjwenweln 🤣 I can see that. The fact that it's not working AND Frank's enjoying himself AND the other eggbois want to join in makes it all so much better.

Also, the other eggbois following Lucifer around like ducklings 🥺 that's adorable.

[anghraine]

Speaking of "The City on the Edge of Forever," I've been thinking about how my femslash Spirk AU winds out through the canon TOS episodes, interacts with gender expectations of the show, etc, and am mentally organizing episodes by how drastically affected they'd be.

I'm also thinking of S'paak hiding her ears beneath a beanie in 1930 :P

[triglycercule]

horror is so BLESSED he's the only one out of the murder time trio that has actual good people trying to influence his story 💔💔 dust and killer were both driven to INSANITY because of the choices of their respective humans but horror??? every time without FAIL the polls for horrortale's plotline have always ended in a good place for aliza (either by bettering her relationships/reputation or for her to just. not DIE)

horrortale's potential alternate timelines my beLOVEd🙏🙏 they're SO lucky that we're being kind and benevolent hehe (≧ω≦) now where are the aus based off the possible different outcomes that could've happened in horrortale HUH???? (like how aliza couldve killed toriel or chosen horror's puzzle or gone with undyne to the core........)

[shallowseeker]

6x01

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So, he HAS thought about this.

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6x21

The only way for them not to be in danger, logically, is if the two of them not viscerally attached to Dean's head/memories. So, you'd think he'd have asked Cas to remove them from his own memories, too.

(And even that might not be fool-proof.)

But that's clearly not the case because...

[myownpersonalstar]

amangela shakespeare play au

I have so many thoughts and ideas......

[eliks-edge]

I love the idea of a death wizard who parallels Malistaire pre-Sylvia’s death working together with Cyrus so much. Cyrus sees his brother in this child and it hurts because he misses his brother so much but it also worries him deeply. The wizard and Malistaire are so similar he can only hope that the trauma the wizard will have to live with after dragonspyre (and even more so after future worlds) will not make them into the man Malistaire is now. And really and truly, Malistaire is just a man overrun with grief over a loved one, which could so easily happen to the wizard. I think it would so interesting to see a villain arc very similar to Malistaires with the wizard

[rune-tisms]

wanted to make a post expanding on my sofia the first au: fia the worst, just for fun's sake ^_^ in the au, cedric is intrigued by this copy of sofia and wants to keep her around, so he lies and says she can only be destroyed with a potion. this way, he can escort her back to his tower, where he can propose the idea of the copy helping him take over the kingdom. she accepts without hesitation, thrilled to have a chance to do something so disruptive. cedric then swiftly decides to call her fia, so that things wouldn't be confusing. fia's amulet allows whoever is wearing it the ability to talk to animals, since when sofia duplicated herself, that power was active, so to speak, so it duplicated (listen i'm working with the plot hole as best i can). cedric begins using the copy of the amulet to speak properly with wormwood. the three of them concoct a plan to steal sofia's amulet; fia will pretend to be sofia after sofia herself has already gone to bed. that way, she can get into her room without being questioned. once inside, she would be careful not to wake sofia or her animal friends as she takes the amulet of avalor. after securing it, she would open the window, where wormwood would be waiting. he can then take the amulet back to cedric. fia will then hide somewhere in sofia's room until morning time, wait for her and her animal friends to leave, then sneak back to cedric's tower. fia wants to enact the plan as soon as possible, but cedric is wary. there are many things that could go wrong, and he wants them to wait a little while for the perfect opportunity, whatever that looks like to him. in the weeks following, fia gets bored a lot so cedric takes her into town to entertain her. fia was the one to suggest that he change her hair to look like his, so that she could be mistaken for his niece. the most fun fia can have, though, is messing with cedric. because in the episode where she makes her appearance she figured out so fast that he wanted the amulet, i choose to headcanon that fia is more perceptive of cedric than sofia, either for magical reasons or not. fia quickly catches on to cedric's soft spot for sofia, and abuses the fact that she is a version of sofia constantly. i'm pretty certain that i want to make fia betray cedric somehow after they manage to take over the kingdom, and he'll somewhat redeem himself by helping sofia to defeat her. i hope i actually make more for this au i actually like it a lot.

[itspileofgoodthings]

The past couple weeks it’s been really hitting me how much harder it’s been teaching Pride and Prejudice this year—which was so disappointing at first? Because works I’ve traditionally had a harder time with I’ve felt like i’ve broken new ground while teaching and am teaching the kids BETTER. So initially I was so frustrated that my historically easiest work to teach was feeling so difficult! But there’s been some good days that have let me see that part of what was happening was that I have simply never reached this number of kids with pride and prejudice before and so consequently I have never had so many kinds of reactions before! In the waking up from the sleep of simply never paying attention there IS going to be plenty of stupidity, contrariness, crankiness, and almost arguing? Like even with themsELVES. And that’s a good thing.

[morallyunhelpful]

keep seeing posts about how eury, polites and co probably didn’t get sorted into an after life and whatnot and my autism has me cjhewing glass. i just keep telling myself not to be a spoilsport over and over and over again..

[thunderjawsandlightning]

Niloy November - Day 3: Fire

"Not my first firestorm", he'd told her, amidst the flaming buildings of Meridian Village and the Royal Maizelands. Behind him, the fire was raging – thatched-roof buildings going up in a crackle, upright timbers shivering beneath the roar of the flames, spitting embers that were crushed underfoot by both devil-machines and men.  Aloy gave pause for a moment, letting loose an arrow into the breast of the Longleg, before Nil stabbed into its wing-vents, downing the machine.  Shouting at her to go on ahead, to the path that called her further forward– and then she was gone, her hair whipping behind her, a wave of red disappearing into the fire.  The inferno was almost a beast unto itself, the heat whipping up gusts of air that prickled Nil’s skin and searing his eyelids as his eyes whipped around the battlefield, ever alert for a new enemy.  

The last time he'd been in a blaze this fierce, the sky had been choked black with smoke; the air filled with screams and war-cries of Nora Braves, and the clattering crash of a Carja gong and the sonorous call of a war-horn to signal maneuvers to the soldiers rushing down into the fray.  As the tall grasses and the triangle-shaped huts burnt in such a fury that made even the rocks ripple in waves, Nil could vaguely recall standing at the base of the ridge, the heat wafting up and licking across his face and snaking over his armour.  It was his first time in foreign lands, and the excitement and fervor of the skirmish began to take hold in his body.  The blood pounding in his ears, so loud it seemed to drown out the roar of the fires; a keening cry in his veins to stab-slash-parry-cut as Nora warriors emerged from the smoke with clubs and spears upraised.  

And after, in the calm and the quiet, Nil wiped his sword clean, seeing his own blood-spattered reflection in the blade.  As he stared at his own steely-eyed reflection, he became aware of a sound, reaching past the slowing, thundering tempo of his racing heart.  A ringing in his ears that would not stop, nor could the shivers that now washed over him quell the fire in his veins.  More, his body seemed to whisper to him.  More.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

okay but what are the three nhthcth songs tho

So it’s important to note that Songs for me don’t always have a perfect correlation or fit with lyrics matching the story and is more based on the overall Vibe somehow clicking with what I want the story to be.

1. Bad Habits by The Federal Empire

This was the original Song and it was the background for the vast majority of plot creation. I listened to it so many times that skewed my Spotify wrapped to a ridiculous degree. It specifically became the Song because of Daisy and Jon’s relationship in nhthcth.

Like, when I build a plot, there’s a lot of jumping around and figuring out how it all fits together. It’s always a fun, pleasant surprise when my brain knits together the very separate parts and tells me how we get there. Which gives me a very distorted perspective of the story, because the order I get information in tends to be very different than the order y’all get information in.

nhthcth loosely went: initial Tommy bradstaff confrontation-> daisy and Jon buddy cop adventures-> horrible devastatingly sad backstory that got us there-> ohmygodisthatDannystoker-> rest of it

Bad Habits really had sort of off the cuff, mildly ill-advised and self-destructive, chaotic dynamic I wanted between Daisy and Jon. Like, I knew I wanted them to be really messy in this, because they were supposed to live in this sort of in-between in canon characterisations for them. They’d never had the buried, but they had to be past the point of “Daisy is hunt mad and wants to kill Jon in the woods.” They had to exist in this space where neither of them had progressed to the same point as they did in season 4 to stop feeding entirely and were in this sort of half-measure where they were trying to ignore the reality of their situation and make it work as best they can—and, you know, save the world while they went.

Like, I loved them so much. They committed so many crimes. Pov you’re spooky and you get brutalised in the woods by woman who looks like she kills people for the mob and man in cardigan who looks like he died last week. They were morally ambiguous and fucking hilarious. They weren’t allowed in France anymore. Dream team buddy cop between deeply violent woman and utterly exhausted man. I was obsessed. It was so fun and zany in my head.

Then I came up with the devastatingly sad parts and devastatingly sad ended up being the tone y’all got instead of fun and zany but it was too late the Song was set. Yes, Jon’s horrible traumatic past was created while listening to this fairly upbeat song. We get One Song per story it’s the rules of my brain.

But then it became so convoluted that it ended up getting more Songs, which was unprecedented.

2. Two Birds by Regina Spektor

The second song nhthcth, and I can’t say what part of the story it belongs to because we haven’t gotten to that part yet. I will say that it is a Song that belongs to Jon & Gerry.

3. Never Forget You by Noisettes

This is actually young Jon & Gerry’s Song. I really liked the fit for them because it sounds so upbeat and energetic with lyrics that are a little bittersweet.

Like, I can’t emphasize enough that Jon and Gerry were happy together. When they ran, they were genuinely happy kids who were glad to be alive for the first time in their own memories. They loved each other, they loved each and every adventure they went on, and even though they were in a completely shit situation, it was the happiest they had ever been. And even when they lost it, that period of their lives was always a sort of light they never let go of—and never stopped trying to get back.

This Song really had the jaunty, fun vibe that I wanted Gerry and Jon to have when they ran together, and there’s this overarching yearning and bittersweet reflection that I thought echoed how it ultimately would end in them being dragged back in the most painful way possible. It sort of acknowledged that it didn’t work out the way they hoped but it doesn’t diminish the joy and love that they had before it was lost.

[scarazia]

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 | 𝐗𝐔𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆

He was scared. His hands shook. His head hurt. His heart thumped against his chest in a way that was too painful to live with.

His heart hurt…

The tears that just wouldn’t slip past his eyes burned, and instead brought on an onslaught of misery that he just couldn’t seem to quench. Every word he spoke took too much out of him, until he couldn’t even use words to express himself.

It was all because of him.

All because of him and his stupid love.

Why did he have to love him?

And more importantly, why did he love him back?

───※ ·❆· ※───

“Xingchen? Xingchen?! XINGCHEN! You’re- you’re going to wake up. You’re just playing around with me, right? You finally decided you had enough of me being a brat and took it upon yourself to teach me a lesson? Xingchen. You can’t sleep on the ground. Get up so I can take you to your bed.”

Slow rambles made their way out of Xue Yang’s mouth, and he tugged and pulled at Xingchen’s body. It wouldn’t budge, but regardless, Xue Yang continued. He just knew Xingchen was alive.

He couldn’t be dead. That’s not the Xingchen he knew.

To any audience that may have been unfortunate enough to stumble upon this scene, Xue Yang was the epitome of a madman. He was mumbling things to a corpse. To someone who was no longer able to respond.

But Xue Yang was in shock. He refused to believe that Xingchen was dead.

It took too long. For the whole day, Xue Yang stayed by Xingchen’s side. A whole day it had taken for him to realize that Xingchen was just as dead as the next person in this deserted town.

When the realization had finally set in, there were no tears. It was a short but painful yell let out into the open air with only the soft mist whispering back. It was a painful punch thrown towards the ground, ending in bloodied knuckles and a bruised heart. It was an emotionless stare set out to the horizon with a fractured mind.

That night, Xue Yang laid there with Xingchen. He stared at the blood-soaked bandages that covered the once beautiful eyes. It didn’t take him long to take notice of the absence of a rising and falling chest.

And it hurt.

It hurt to know that Xingchen wouldn’t be there anymore. He wouldn’t breathe softly with that little whistle when he slept. There would be no more smiles in his sleep as he turned over to his other side. There would be no more soft grumbles tumbling out of his mouth as he took notice of Xue Yang making his way over to him.

And yet, Xue Yang still wouldn’t cry.

He couldn’t.

‘It’s fitting. The day Xingchen dies is the day that it snows,’ Xue Yang, at last, noted with a tinge of melancholic wonder.

And he continued staring, humming soft melodies. To himself or to Xingchen, he didn’t know.

───※ ·❆· ※───

It wasn’t until he was on the verge of death that Xue Yang realized how much he craved it. He never realized how much he craved wanting to see Xingchen again.

It almost broke him when he realized that even after death, meeting Xingchen would be like trying to light a fire in the water. Xingchen was pure. He was an untainted soul that could only ascend to heaven. Xue Yang, on the other hand, was tainted with the evils of the world. He could never hope to repent for all that he had done. He could never repent for all that he had made Xingchen do.

The only thing he deserved was hell.

So he lay there, staring at the unwrapped candy that was still in his palm with unfocused eyes. His eyes watered, and he thought about the morning when Xingchen had first given him candy. It was the same morning when Xue Yang felt some kind of affection. It was the first time Xue Yang realized what love was.

He scoffed lightly, and turned away from the candy for a few seconds to stare at the icy blue sky.

It was snowing again.

A single tear splattered onto the thin layer of snow.

Xue Yang had finally left.

[clumsiestgiantess]

I’m so hyped for chapter 15 tomorrow!!! Confessions of love are happening and I’m so excited to see how y’all react!