#angst time :(

[katiethelmie]

Sense of Contempt

[lopsushi]

TW ⚠️ Blood

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What if PIF found Macaque’s body with DBK there with her hmmm. I crave sibling angst!! 😭

Angst if fun at night. 😭💔

[formelydailynowweeklykillersans]

Day twenty six : How cute...

Killer sans belongs to Rahafwabas

Color sans belongs to Superyoumna

Nightmare belongs to Joku

[smolestboop]

post tribunal

[bryhoney]

Recognisance Pt.3

Keegan POV!

(yay!)

I may come back and edit this if I proofread it again...

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Keegan knew it was a set-up. 

He knew that Rorke had purposefully leaked the intel of his next location to bait them. Among the information recovered was your old alias, and that’s all it took to lure the Ghosts. 

He hated that they were playing right into Rorke’s hand. He rolled his shoulders, trying in vain to ease the tension between his muscles. He’d been lying on rocky terrain for hours, anticipating Rorke’s arrival. 

Merrick had picked a mountainous region a few miles from the target coordinates to conduct the re-con mission. It was further than Keegan would’ve liked but he knew to trust Tom on this. Keegan was barely in his right mind. 

He knows that he should’ve sent Kick in his place but, much like the Walker brothers, he’d insisted he was sent out. It was meant to be a standard surveillance mission; observe and report back. Engage only if necessary. 

Yet, the three men were completely wired, hardly speaking to one another. Logan sat to his immediate right, lying in the same position as Keegan, staring down the scope of his rifle. Hesh sat beside his brother, he had been meticulously recording parts of the compound a few hours ago. Now, he watched the scanner in front of him impatiently whilst quietly petting Riley who lay beside him. 

Keegan couldn’t be sure which of the brothers bore the brunt of the guilt over your capture; Logan who knew that Rorke was after him, that if you hadn’t intervened you wouldn’t have been captured. Or Hesh, the eldest sibling by mere months, who believed he’d failed at keeping you safe. Who had watched Rorke toy with his brother before taking you, he’d been unable to stop him. 

Keegan had read several reports of that day, but only the reports filed by the Walkers detailed what had happened to you. 

A mechanic had written about how you’d commandeered one of the available helicopters when you realised there wasn’t any exfil for your brothers. 

A pilot had described watching your aircraft being tailed, how you’d screamed down the comms when Hesh had called for ‘Checkmate’. He watched you go down as close as you could to the tracks, a lucky shot from the Federation had caught your rear propeller.

Hesh had described how Rorke had been dragging Logan away when he first saw you, bruised and bloodied from the crash landing, carrying only a knife. He watched you stalk up the beach, barefoot towards Rorke. You’d launched yourself at Rorke, plunging the knife into his shoulder, mere inches from his jugular. He’d moved at the last possible moment. 

Your brother’s report detailed your bravery, and how you managed to initially subdue Rorke. Keegan could feel Hesh’s pride as he described his sister, a civilian, going against one of the most experienced soldiers in the country, the former leader of the Ghosts. 

While you’d been raised by soldiers, and been taught combat manoeuvres, you never trained as a soldier. 

He’d overpowered you in the end, and Hesh had to watch as Rorke slammed your head against the rocks you had fought so valiantly on. 

Rorke had taunted the brothers, laughing through pained breaths at how much easier it would be to break Elias’ only daughter. He told them he was coming back for Logan. How it was his fault his sister was taking his place. 

He’d laughed as he carried you away. 

It had broken Keegan’s heart, there you were, his girl, fighting for your brothers. 

The reports unnerved him, Rorke was a man who’d taken a .44 to the chest and still managed to walk away. You didn’t stand a chance against him. 

Keegan had berated himself for months after you were declared a P.O.W. He hadn’t been there to protect you, he’d done nothing to stop Rorke. He didn’t get a chance to say goodbye, to tell you-.

Movement to his right caught his eye, interrupting his thoughts. It was Logan, who’d gently reached into his breast pocket to retrieve the picture he carried with him everywhere.

It was of the Walker children, you were between Hesh and Logan who were wearing their tactical gear. You had an arm over each of their shoulders as they raised you into the air, so the three of you were the same height. Hesh was doing his best to lift Riley into frame with his free arm. You were laughing, the sun shining brightly behind you.

Elias had made his children recreate the photo every year after your adoption at age four, the boys had quickly outgrown you. 

You’d been missing for the last two years and Elias was no longer there to take the picture. 

Keegan swallowed the lump in his throat. 

He forced himself to look away, to shake off the heavy weight that settled over him whenever he thought of you. 

His relationship with you had begun to change into something more in the months leading up to your capture. He remembers the dressing-downs he’d received from each of the respective Walkers when they found out. 

He also remembers how you’d confronted them after, giving it back to them as good as they gave. 

It had been only weeks before his death when Elias had summoned Keegan to his Office. Yet, the infamous Scarecrow had sat opposite him and smiled, placing a hand on the Sergeant's shoulder before saying, “You treat my girl right”. It was an order and a thinly veiled threat all rolled into one.

Keegan had failed him, had failed you. 

His hand seized; he wanted to hurt someone. He wanted someone to hurt just as badly as he did. 

Hesh’s voice broke the silence, “Picking up a helo, two minutes out,” his voice was calm, steady. 

Silently, the three men looked onward, fixating on the landing pad to the south of their position.

Keegan swore he heard Logan release a shaky breath, he would’ve reached out to check on him if he hadn’t been so focused. 

There.

A helicopter burst over the top of the mountain range to their left, moving quickly towards the helipad. This was it. Hesh fumbled momentarily, before setting up the feed again and recording the scene in front of him. Riley stood up, alert, as though he understood what was happening and what was at stake. So far, he’d found no trace of Federation soldiers being out in this area and would let them know if he sensed anyone approaching on foot. 

It left the men to focus on the mission. 

Keegan mentally talked himself through his breathing as he watched the helo come in for landing. His composure was outwardly calm, displaying no visible weakness.

His heartbeat was traitorous, amping up as he watched heavily armed men and women exit the aircraft. 

His eyes narrowed as he recognised Rorke’s figure stepping onto the tarmac, Keegan watched as Gabriel turned raising his arms before-

“No-” Hesh breathed. 

There you were. 

Alive

And right there. 

Rorke was holding you, guiding you away from the helo as it began gearing up to take off. He led you towards a group of individuals that had assembled just minutes before your arrival. 

Keegan couldn’t make out your features, your emotions. He couldn't-

Hesh continued, “I’ll fucking kill him-”. 

Riley growled next to the boys, mimicking his owners. 

Keegan knew he should’ve told him to shut the fuck up but he too was blinded by rage. 

He was seething, you were right there and Rorke was holding you as though-

What’s he done to you, Baby?

Logan’s voice was quieter, more frantic, “Why-? What’s he doing? Has he?” his voice laced with anguish and Keegan forced himself to regain control, he wasn’t losing another Walker today. 

“Quiet, both of you. Keep the feed steady, we’re getting her back”. He was almost surprised by how calm he sounded, how unphased he appeared. 

“That’s my fucking sister-” Logan choked on his own words, his anger silencing him. The outburst from the quietest, most reserved Walker revealed his fraying hold on his composure.

They were going to get you all killed. 

“This is what he wants, do not give it to him. That's an order, Logan” Keegan paused for a moment before adding, “He’s taken Elias from us, I’m not letting him take her too”. 

He was a Ghost, he could do this. 

He’d failed to get Ajax back-

No. 

Hesh’s voice was both frantic and yet soft, “Yeah- Yeah, we will. We’ll get her back, Logan. I promise”. 

They watched as Rorke led you away from the group and towards the edge of the rooftop. It was almost a sheer drop onto the rocks, the base had been carved out of the side of a mountain. You wouldn't survive the fall. 

Logan shifted his stance immediately, his hand moving to the trigger of his weapon. He was no longer just watching the base, he was now actively locked onto a target with a loaded weapon.

“Do not engage, Kid” Keegan grunted, “He’s baiting us, do not engage!” Yet, his finger itched to pull back on the trigger. Hypocrite. 

Keegan prayed he made the right call as he watched Rorke stand behind you, leaning you over the edge. His jaw aches from clenching his teeth, he's doing nothing to stop Rorke.

Was he going to drop you?

“Keegan?” Hesh’s voice rose in panic, seeking an answer that Keegan didn’t have. 

He watched as you moved your hands to wrap around Rorke’s forearms as he leaned you even further over the precipice. You lifted your head skyward to accommodate the precarious angle you were balancing at. 

He was going to watch you die. 

No.

Please, No. Not you. 

He’d only just found you again. 

Your neck was exposed and he watched as Rorke moved to dip his face towards the expanse of your neck. It looked-

Keegan’s blood boiled and he immediately lost his cool, “that motherfucking-” he spat through gritted teeth. He hadn't even realised he'd readjusted his rifle, aiming directly for the man's skull. His breathing was heavy as he fought for control over himself. 

He knew we’d be watching.

Just as quickly as it had started, it was over. 

Rorke brought an arm around your shoulder before turning you forcefully away from the edge. Keegan watched as the pair of you moved towards the compound entrance before vanishing behind reinforced doors. 

He vaguely hears Logan throwing something behind him, yelling incoherently. 

I’m gonna get you out of there, Kid. I promise.

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[zeartpit]

[artemistorm]

So my brother has been playing Hyrule Warriors and I was super confused to see him playing as BotW Link because I didn't know he was in the game (and I've played halfway though the game). Turns out there's a certain mode where you can play as any character you want instead of the storyline characters. So I've been trying to figure out what the LU lore implication is for this particular situation:

What if BotW Link--or rather Age of Calamity Link--was part of Warrior's adventure and just there from the beginning and stayed for the whole thing? Would it be AOC Link before or after his adventure? Either way, it would be super angsty.

The Chain all joins up, Warriors (and maybe Time and/or Wind as well) is like "Hey I know you, how's it going?" And Wild's just like ???? "Who are you??? Did you know me before I lost my memory?" When Wild starts talking about his adventure Warriors is like "What are you talking about?? That's not what happened. I thought you won??"

It would be a hard thing for them to realize that Warriors is from the timeline where Wild beat the Calamity first time around. And the Wild on the Chain's adventure is the Wild that failed and had to retry.

[z-50-chimera]

*Comet jumped a bit, he didn't expect Mallard to cry, he didn't want him to cry*

I.. Hey,, fuck Sorry I didn't mean,, to upset you,,

*Comet hugged Mallard, slowly rubbing it's back. He didn't mean for this to happen, he really didn't. I just wanted to return to Mallard something that was rightfully it's to have*

I'm here, do you.. do you need anything? I will do my best to get whatever you need, I promise...

It was silent. staring at the pages as its tears smeared the text slightly.

of course. oh of course !!

Comet's words barely reached it, his voice drowned out in all the swirling mix of emotions running through its head - it felt sick, scared, lost, mad.

no, no mad wasn't enough.

it was pissed.

"those..." it gripped the folder, its hands shaking. "those.. fucking CUNTS!"

It all but shouted, pulling away from comet and throwing the folder somewhere to the side - it didn't care to see where it had landed - standing up and gripping onto its head for a moment before staring at its hands, tears falling faster.

"those fucking bastards.. where do they get off just.. fucking doing this to a guy??!! I had a life!! a fucking family!!"

Mallards voice was loud, louder than it had ever been before - at least louder than comet has ever heard it speak - it was also talking faster than normal, no longer holding back whatever emotions had been broken out of the bottle in its mind

[intertche]

my roman empire is arven's thoughts on his parents bcus holy shit

pokemon sv spoilers. seriously

What fucks me up every time is the fact that the professor is dead before the story starts. The professor DIES and Arven has lived for so long thinking his parents didn't love him, that they favored their research more than him, and in a way he's right. But in reality, they loved him. And he had to hear it from a robot that wore their face, along with finding out they were dead the whole time.

It absolutely eats me up inside, because Arven's entire world flips on it's head when we go down to area zero. He's not even allowed time to grieve, seeing as even the ai version of his parent leaves too. IT DESTROYS ME. DESTROYS. ME.

[dakotadraws06]

~ IRENE’S REFERENCE SHEET (1927) ~

[nayelixz]

SPOILERS/RECAP (wakfu comic ep 1) ((TW; Might mention nsfw))

Okay so I just read the new episode and OH MY GOODNESS I WAS BULLSHOCKED AS SOON AS IT STARTED BECAUSE IT STARTED WITH AMALIA AND YUGO HAVING FUN TIME 😭😭 ((bro got laid)) but off track, yugo gets a jumpscare mid sex of amalia choking to death once his little golden dot thing in the middle of his chest glows (yeah so idk if he released causing that to happen or if he was just really happy in the moment and that glowed..) BUT BOY OH BOY WAS I HOPING FOR YUGO ANGST AND WE GOT IT. Gotta traumatize him more. Amalia gets mad that he left (girl he was curled up and crying leave the man alone for a minute 😭) and then changes and goes to the throne room, also I’ve noticed that the eliatropes and sadidas are now together as one, and I think that’s cool. But yeah that’s technically the episode

THEORYYYY

Amalia will fight Aurora (armand’s wife) as shown in the trailer. Andd I feel like something bad is going to happen to our girl amalia because the first time Yugo saw her die he curled up in a ball and started crying and was screaming her name. BUT LETS NOT HOPE THAT HAPPENS BC ILL BE UPSET AS FUCK KNOWING MY FAV DIES. ((tho it makes good angst edits… NOT THE POINT.)

This is free to discussion I wanna kinda chat about the episode for people who’ve read it.

[the-torchwood-magician]

So um. Angst time.

After Aziraphale went back to heaven, he fell

This was what the Metatron wanted, not what god wanted

She no longer saw Aziraphale as a being of love, after he broke crowley

So she deemed him a fallen angel, and aziraphale's wings turned black

@mypointisdolphins @notjustateaboy

[katiethelmie]

Soon that attitude may be your doom.

[sporkandpringles]

I know these are niche Voyager thoughts but... how did the families of the crewmembers who died feel when Voyager got home? Did Frank Darwin's family react with anger and horror when they learned he lived for 3 years into the journey, only to be brutally murdered by a fellow crewmate for no reason? Did Ahni Jetal's family intially come to terms with the fact they'd never see her again, grieve, and move on, then get a flicker of hope when they learn Voyager survived, only to have those hopes dashed again when they see the casualty list? And what about Joe Carey, who lived until after Project Pathfinder was established. Who probably sent his family letters. And then who died right before Voyager came home. Can you imagine the emotional whiplash that must have been?

[st4rrmii]

The End.

((CW//Death, blood))

(Quick thing I wrote based off something I drew earlier, sorry Lu)

They made it home.

After what felt like a lifetime of fighting, again, and again, and again, they made it home. All seven of the camp fam, including their friend who they once believed to be dead. Brooklynn, Darius, Kenji, Sammy, Yasmina, Ben, and Lucien were all home, they were safe. There were smiles all around, everyone hugging each other, basking in the warmth of their friends' hugs. Everything was okay.

Bang.

The familiar sound of a gunshot rang out, everyone's heads snapping towards where the noise came from, finding a disgruntled woman standing atop the boat they had all just came off off, her pale skin covered in blood, dropping the gun she held as she made her final step, succumbing to weakness now that she had used her final bullet.

“Is everyone okay?” Sammy called out, looking around as the others checked themselves for wounds, five other voices responding with confused ‘yeah's.

Only five.

Thud.

Everyone whipped around once they heard the sound of jeans hitting concrete, a horrified silence filling the air once they saw Lucien on his knees, going limp and falling forwards, the fall moving his hair and allowing everyone to see the bullet wound in his upper back.

Ben was the first to move.

His jacket came off instantly, the tall man instinctively wrapping it around Lucien as he rolled him over onto his back, propping him up in his lap and holding his head up, watching the blood spill from his nose and lips while his pants began to feel warm from the wound on his back. “Lucien, Lucien stay with me, you're going to be okay.” Ben's voice was scared, like he was a little boy all over again, looking up to the others and making use of the volume that came with being a giant,”WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STANDING THERE FOR? GET HELP.”

Brooklynn ran off, Yaz not far behind as they went searching for someone, ANYONE, to help their injured friend. The other three were too terrified to move, Darius had seen a similar scene before, but he never saw the body, this time he saw everything, he was watching as his friend bled put in their lover's trembling arms, there was no coming back from that, this was real. Kenji was the same, having watched his father be torn to shreds only a couple months prior, he couldn't do this again, he wanted to help to bad, but he was frozen, unable to take control of his body, just like he was when his father died. Sammy had seen death before, but not like this, she'd seen older family members take their final breath, a few cows die of natural causes, the couple deaths on the islands, but this was different, this was a friend being taken away far too early for her comfort, someone she loved having their life stolen from them before they were truly able to live it. This was murder, plain and simple.

Ben could feel the hot tears pouring down his face, he was trying so hard to hold them back, trying so hard to stay strong, make sure Lucien knew he was going to be okay, yet they still fell. He could feel how shallow Lucien's breaths were, feel how labored each attempt to fill his pierced lung was, gargled breaths filling Ben's ears, that's a sound he would never forget.

“Lucien, Lucien hey, look at me, just keep breathing, okay? Brook and Yaz are going to get hel-”

“P…Papa..”

Ben froze, he watched in silence as the life drained from Lucien's eyes, the taller man going completely limp in his arms, the sudden deadweight making him have to readjust, pulling his body closer to him. “No- nonono NO! Lucien- Lucien don't you FUCKING DARE-” Ben's voice cracked, he was angry, he was so goddamn angry, they were home for gods sakes! They made it! They were supposed to be on their way back to Lucien's place now, finally living peacefully together like they deserved, yet here Ben was, cradling the lifeless body of his soulmate, praying to a god he didn't believe in that SOMEHOW Lucien would wake up.

That didn't happen, though. That was never going to happen, Lucien was dead, and he knew that.

It was too late, no matter what help the girls would find, Lucien was gone, he wasn't coming back, ever. Sobs wracked Ben's body as he desperately pulled Lucien in as close to him as he possibly could, pushing his face into the now cold crook of his neck, high pitched attempts at breathing forcing their way out of the man's throat as he wailed. This wasn't supposed to end like this, they were supposed to grow old together, raise Speckles and Bumpy on Lucien's little cottage while Ben learned to garden.

Now Ben was never going to learn to garden, he was going to continue to live in a city he hated, he was going to tell Lucien's sister she had lost the only family she had left, he was going to go visit Bumpy alone and break down all over again when he heard her sad and confused grumbles when Lucien wasn't there. Ben was going to put that same suit he wore to Brooklynn's funeral on again, he was going to watch yet another casket be lowered into the ground, but this time the person it belonged to was going with it.

Ben was alone, again.

[lacm-ac]

How far would you go for the one you love?