#gimme that good angst!!

[wellthebardsdead]

Marigold: kaidan?… are you okay?…

Kaidan: You want to know what’s on my mind so badly, Dragonborn? Fine. I think you, should leave me.

Marigold: *visibly surprised at being referred to as dragonborn by him, and even more surprised by his tone* Kaidan, I’m not leaving you. I promised you no matter what happens we’d face it together.

Kaidan: *glaring down at him* Find another man to be your shield… I wish our paths had never crossed, I wish I died in that prison!

Marigold: k-kaidan- *reaches for him*

Kaidan: YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF ME!!

Marigold: *bites his lip and lunges forward hugging him tight* stop it… I know you’re only saying this because you’re scared s-so stop it! *sniffles fighting back tears* I know you don’t mean any of it… *slides his hands up his back* I love you… let me help you… please…

Kaidan: … *gently hugs him back, sliding his hands up to his shoulders and pushing him away* You’re an idiot… *turns and walks off leaving the city*

Marigold: *standing there feeling his heart break* kaidan…

Caryalind: … *saw and heard everything, starts pulling on his armour* Taliesin, get the rest of the group. We’re in for a big fight. If not against these assholes after Kaidan than Kaidan himself.

Taliesin: I?! We’re fighting Kaidan?! Why?! What happened?!

Caryalind: He broke his promise to me. He broke Marie’s heart. And if he doesn’t apologise. *grabs his bag slinging it over his shoulder* I’m going to break him.

[poppy-s-rampage]

Once a Hero.

Chapter 1: Too late!

Warnings: Blood, Gore and violence. You can't sue me now!

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Prologue| Masterpost| Chapter 2!

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The Master of time leaned over the unmoving form of his young protegee, forceps needle and thread in hands. The old ghost deftly redid the stitches on the youngest torso. Slowly but surely closing the jagged ‘Y’ shaped wound shut.

‘How did it come to this?’

All it took was one minute of inattention for the young Halfa's timeline to be put in jeopardy. In a single moment of inattention, Daniel’s timeline tangled with another stray unstable one and merged. By the time Clockwork noticed, the timelines were already fused to the point of no return. Reality wrapped to fit the new Frankenstein series of events. So he did what he could, snip at some parts, and twist at others to make it so his protegee could have a chance of survival and still having a goodish timeline.

The gaping wound now finally shut, the old ghost went to treat the boy’s muzzle cuts and throat. The apparatus, when destroyed by the wail, had split open the right cheek’s flesh from the corner of the Halfas mouth, carving a morbid half smile. The boy’s tongue was bloody but could still be salvaged with diluted ectoplasm. The real problem was the throat; it was impossible to currently heal to a usable level with the concentration of ectoplasm he could safely use on Danny.

He was no Frostbite, but he was more than capable of putting back together the young ghost in a Time out. Daniel was too unstable to stay in the infinite realms, his core still too raw for pure Ecto. It would be like feeding a 10-year comatose patient a buffet after being kept alive via IV, transfer the concept to a fragilized and forcefully balanced core, and you get the idea.  It was also a way to better realize the consequences of his mistake. But not to apologize, nothing would ever be enough to fix what Daniel had endured.

Clockwork stopped believing in apologies an eternity ago.

It all had happened so fast, Phantom had no chance of changing the course of events. Ironically, the current timeline was the best possible outcome after the incident.

While his protegee’s original timeline’s parents would have been accepting of his heritage, the ones of the intruding unstable timeline were not. ‘Monsters’ would have been too kind of a word to describe them. Curiosity plagued individuals who could have given Dan a run for his money. The origin of a world’s collapse, the cause of too many deaths, terrifying geniuses with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and slaves of their obsessions. Even their children didn’t hold enough value for them to spare.

Thankfully, this world didn’t come to that and was still salvageable. Unfortunately, too many people have already lost their lives and existence to his mistake.

It had been like any tranquil day in young Daniel's life. He woke up groggy after a night of patrolling, went to school, hung out with his friends, patrolled a bit, saved a few weaker ghosts, stopped a few accidents and then went back home. The young Halfa had planned to finally reveal his identity to his parents- with no little insistence and encouragement from his sister and the reassurance of the previous Freakshow happenings. (He, of course, delayed the moment as much as he could.)

Of course, Clockwork had already watched and analyzed all the possible futures caused by this decision. He had assured Danny that no harm would befall him.

And since every possible happening was in Daniel’s favor, the ghost of time left the timeline out of his watch in favor of fixing yet another mess the Speedster’s had caused.

Seriously, what kind of mentally challenged troglodyte would erase an entire timeline to enjoy a cheap burger in loop instead of buying another!

*Crack*

The forceps broke in his hand. The Ancient summoned another one. Moving to stitch the lacerations on his king’s arms and legs.

It had, sadly, taken a while for the Master of Time to fix the Flash themed issues. It then took him an even longer while to salvage the tangled mess of timelines. He was far too late to save Danny’s loved ones. Humans, even Liminals, were fragile.

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The reveal had gone well at first, Jack and Maddie had accepted their son’s new nature. But then the timelines merged, the Fenton parents became one with their alternates and the world was set ablaze.

The youngest Fenton was promptly drugged and knocked out, only to wake up on a dissection table. His parents and a few GIW agents circling him, tools in hand. The hours, maybe days, Daniel spent in these creatures’ grasps were a nightmare made real.

His sister and friends tried to free him, only to be captured and fall victim to the same fate. Amity Park’s younger population mutinied against the agency and scientists but quickly got shut down. Brutally. The city was deemed a lost cause and put on lock down. The elder Fentons and the GIW galvanized by their success, went after every single being standing in their way in the name of science and self-defense.

It was too much for the young Halfa. His every waking moment being haunted by monsters wearing the skin of people he used to know and love. To hear the same people who raised and loved him gloating at the harm they caused his fraid. At the harm they caused him, vindictive. Every ounce of strength Danny had went into figuring out a way to save what he had left. But alas, he was too late.

Everything culminated the moment the agents and his parents reentered the room for the how manyth time. Their make believe faces fixed into a cruel smirk, smiles too wide, eyes too bright and too many teeth. Were the ghosts truly the monsters ?

Black opaque bags were dragged into the room next. A dreadful foreboding feeling caressed his spine. It was different. What were they planning?! What did they do?!

Panic seized the Halfa’s heart, hair standing on end. Eyes wide and pupils dilating as he noticed the strong smell of copper permeating from the bags.  His restrained limbs shaking at the realization of the truth he oh so wanted to deny. 

The monsters kept talking, taunting and accusing him of something. Blaming him. But he didn’t ‘hear’ them over his ever rising dread.

They opened the bags and his world came crashing down.

Three lifeless barely recognizable corpses. Chest opened in a bloody imitation of a butterfly. Missing limbs and organs. An innumerable number of lacerations. All indicators of a painful and slow death. But yet their eyes remained closed into acceptance and welcoming the relief of death.

He wailed.

Despite the muzzle, despite his already severed vocal cords. The wail coming from his very core blasted everything in his surroundings. The muzzle shattered, the monsters vaporized into a red mist and the walls became debris.

The building shook. The creatures in human skin panicked trying desperately to flee the premise but they were too late.

The latest experimental portal meant to be mass produced by the GIW resonated with the Wail and destabilized. The explosion that followed erased the facility and its surroundings and triggered the original Fenton portal which in turn wiped the city above off the maps.

Every single being died. The GIW agents, the Fentons, the citizens and some of the weaker ghosts. The stronger Phantom rogues weren’t even in the range or succeeded in escaping. The Fentons and GIW were still ‘thankfully’ useless when it came to capturing them.

And then there was Phantom.

Unfortunately or fortunately for him.

Forever the exception.

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Prologue| Masterpost| Chapter 2!

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Author note:

Hello! Thank you for reading! This time I didn't write this at 3 am!

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I wrote it at 5am! Insomnia says what?

[fosermi]

Idk if you read the Thanksgiving fic but Silver Shadow and Eclipse all petting Ozzy?

Y'know, I decided that since I haven't finished catching up yet that I'd listen to the fics while I draw.

I WAS NOT PREPARED ENOUGH FOR ANY OF THAT WHOLESOME STUFF MAN.

[jadecantcreate]

had a Thought about skrimm/barnabos (offhandedly mentioned very light/not plot related spoilers for eps 1 through 8)

so obviously barnabos has his thing with the woman in the shell right? calling her lover and all — it’s very clear they’re in a romantic relationship. it feels to me like it’s also kind of a warlock-patron or follower-god dynamic given her nature as some kind of otherworldly being (giving barbabos boons/abilities, appearing as fish, etc)

so imagine when barbabos catches feelings for skrimm and realizes it…how could he betray his lover, his muse, his goddess, even, like that? what would she think if she knew? she’d abandon him, certainly, and she would be justified. what is he to do? i mean, he might just be reading too deep into it and it’s just friendship. that comforts him a bit. but a part of him knows what he feels and it horrifies him. he loves the woman in the shell and devoted himself fully to her. but was that love anything more than admiration now? when had his romantic feelings for her dissipated and weakened enough to let someone else in? and skrimm, lazy slacker and sleazy conman skrimm, of all people? maybe if he can convince that nagging part of him, neither skrimm or his lover will learn of this sin, and he’ll forget all about it. he’s not sure he can. he tells himself it’ll pass eventually, as all things do and manages to believe it

and skrimm would react similarly, too. it just started as a joke by queenie and him exploiting a loophole (and barnabos’ assumption of him meaning well) to not do any work…he should’ve known to keep his guard up, to stop himself from getting too close — closer than he already was to all of them. in such a dangerous situation, attachment was a disadvantage. sticking together and being friends benefits the party, of course. more people, more skillsets, means more chances of survival. but love messes with skrimm’s head, and he’s not the smartest already — who’s to say he won’t sacrifice himself for barnabos’ sake? its a scary thought, and its even scarier that he doesn’t have a strong aversion to the idea. he has to get rid of these feelings somehow and he will figure it out…hopefully

[phatcatphergus]

If Fit or Pac learn about tubbos plans I need them to sit him down and tell him how much they love and care about him and not get too upset because if morning crew break up I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it

[rapidhighway]

K I've been thinking about this for like a week now. Ignoring any immortal headcanons if you have them. Knuckles knows he's not going to be able to guard the Master Emerald forever and that probably troubles him, but, if he was dying do you think he'd ask Sonic to guard it? He's the person with a unique connection to Chaos and the Chaos Emeralds and he's basically chosen one the most specialest guy, and one of the few people Knuckles could trust with that duty.

Of course I think Sonic would say no. I think he'd never be able to do that and he wouldn't want to.

[gingiekittycat]

Listen I am so ready for the petty "silent treatment" era but also there is this layer of absolute devastation that I hope is explored too

because while Aziraphale is thinking that Crowley is being a stubborn arse, Crowley is thinking I'm not good enough

and that should be nothing but heartbreaking no matter how petty it gets

[peaceandvictory]

All the Izzy fanfiction writers the second they see photos of Izzy's back

[punkcornzero]

I love every fanart of sad post break up Crowley but where is my sad post break up Aziraphale? Babygirl is crying in heaven and y'all know it

[alchemicaladarna]

Me, a proud ghostie of 200k+ muffins wearing a fancy black suit and tie that I've blatantly refused to take off for 3 days now..

..taking Badboyhalo by the neck and shaking his practically rotting corpse violently and screaming:

"WHY THE FUDGE WON'T YOU DIE ALREADYYYYYYYYY!!!༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽"

[carry-on-every-neverland-magic]

Aziraphale and Crowley at the ball

[maedre13]

so we all agree that Crowley storming into heaven to save Aziraphale - after him choosing heaven and his plan obviously failing - would be fun!

But, can I interest you in a much angstier universe in which Aziraphale's plan WORKS? And Crowley gets to see (and hear) so much about all the GOOD things Aziraphale is doing?? Sending angels down to earth to do good - and live a little?

Imagine a small horde of young impressionable angels following Aziraphale around during a trip on earth, eagerly trying to learn from him.

Imagine Crowley lurking around the corner, seeing how happy Aziraphale looks, surrounded by other angels - and clearly not needing HIM. Clearly not even missing him.

And imagine Aziraphale's face when he thinks he faintly senses a familiar demonic aura closeby, but nobody is there when he turns around.

[bisexualandaninsomnia]

Need me some Wlw patrochilles content. Gimme my genderbent babies

[neptune-scythe]

I am written by a feral teenage girl and I would like to have some words with her.

The foreshadowing is cool and all that, but can we tone down the angst and whump a bit please and thank you. Maybe put in a fun filler chapter with a silly lil adventure.

And if we're being honest it's a little repetitive, gotta quit using the same trope over and over again

And can we speed up the payoff of all the descent to villainy foreshadowing ... Maybe add in an unhinged madman arc?

And next time you put in some fluff maybe make it last thanks.

Sincerely,

Your suffering blorbo

[blade-liger-4ever]

Look, I'm not really into Arcane or League of Legends, at least beyond the characters, their arcs, and the world-building. But that said -

WHEN ARE PEOPLE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS MOMENT FROM SEASON ONE?!?!?!?!

THAT'S LITERALLY THE SAME PUMP AS THE ONE ON THE CRAZY-BUTT MACHINE WARWICK HAS IMBEDDED IN HIS NECK, AND THE BEARD IS SO MUCH LIKE VANDER'S!

Who is talking about this? I know the fans are pointing out all the more obvious yet teasing hints, but THE GIRL WHO HASN'T WATCHED ARCANE BEYOND THE FIRST EP IS THE ONE NOTICING THIS?!?!

[timeclipsed]

there's not a 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 out there, no one to ʰᵉᵃʳ my 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑

(x)