#great angst

[my-pjo-stuff]

At this point I might aswell just rename this blog "my-luke-castellan-stuff" 'cause he's like- the only thing I talk about on here XD

[graveyardgremlins]

"When I was going mad, who is it that I found? When I was scared and alone, who is it that I found? When I ran from Gallifrey, disgraced, who is it that I found? When I look upon myself, Doctor, all I see is you!" He shouted from across the room, "You're the only constant in my universe. The order among chaos! The calm within the hurricane. How am I supposed to let go of you?"

The Doctor did not answer, as they often did. They only stared in complacent silence. Perhaps because they knew it irritated the Master endlessly, perhaps because he already knew what they thought, or perhaps because he didn't.

"And I chaced you, yes. I ran behind you with a fork and a torch, and wherever or whenever you'd go, I would follow. And I tried to change you, to prove that you were like me. That we are the same! But I was wrong, wasn't I?"

"Yes, you were." The Doctor answered, their gaze cold but their face always sympathetic.

"But not for the obvious reasons, right? You aren't like me, not because you couldn't be but because you chose."

"I always choose, and so do you."

"But that's the thing, I don't think I chose what you think I chose. And I don't think you chose what you think you chose."

The Doctor's eye twitched. It was a small tell that let the Master know that the Doctor wanted to roll their eyes but wasn't annoyed enough to do it. It amused him immensely so he got closer, as if closeness was a reward and not self-soothing.

"What do you think I chose, Doctor?"

They shrugged, unwilling to play that game.

"C'mon, you must have some theories. I know you love theories."

This time they actually rolled their eyes.

"You think I chose me, don't you?"

"Did you not? Isn't what this is all about? What the Master wants, what the Master can't have."

This time the Master was the one to twitch. The implication that he wouldn't get what he wanted was a blow to his ego.

"It is about what I want, yes. It is about my selfishness, as you'd certainly call it. It is not about me, though."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, waiting for the eventual explanation.

"It is about you." The Master said simply. He gave a step back and watched the effect those words had.

Confusion, disgust, fear, and realization crossed their face. And, at last, anger.

"Are you trying to tell me you did all this for me?"

"Oh, no. This is for me, of course, but it is also because of you."

More anger.

"Have you gone mad again? In what way, shape, or form is this my fault?"

The Master rolled his eyes and strolled closer.

"It isn't your fault, you idiot. It is because of you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Why did I ever do any of the things I do?"

"Because you wanted to own things that do not belong to you because you wanted to master races and control people."

"Do you think I would have done any of it if I had never met you?"

The Doctor did not answer. Of course, they would not answer that question.

"Would Rassilion even set the drums in my ears if I had never met you?"

Anger crossed their face again, this time to hide shame and guilt. What is the Doctor without guilt, his oldest companion?

"It's not as if I blame you for that. Not really, but you realize it happened because of you, right? Everything in my life happened because, on the first day at the Academy, I chose to talk to you instead of all the others. And you ask me to forget you? To let you go? To cease this madness? My life is intrinsically connected to yours, ever until forever."

He walked away. To hide his face, to make his following line more dramatic, to be able to take a deep breath, to try and forget what his friend's face looked when they were in pain, to be able to close his eyes, to gain a moment's courage.

"I chose you." He whispered, "I chose you, and you chose everything else."

They were in silence for what felt like an eternity, but both had lived through eternity and knew it was only a second.

"That is not fair." They answered, "I chose to save people, to protect and care for them that has always included you."

"Doctor, every choice I have ever made was affected by you. You tainted my entire being, my friend. No matter how bad or how good the things I did, I only did them because of you. I thought of you every time."

The Doctor scoffed.

"Did you think of me when you killed people?"

"Yes. I thought: 'Oh, the Doctor will hate this.' And whenever I helped someone I would think: 'Oh, the Doctor is going to be so proud.'" He laughed, humorless. "You may hate me all you want, my friend, but I am a being of your own creation."

"I don't hate you. Well, not any more than you hate me."

"That's the thing, innit? I don't hate you at all. I just wanted you to be like me."

"So you wouldn't have to be alone?"

"So I wouldn't have to be alone."

"We could have been alone together."

"You know very well that wasn't going to be good enough."

"That's the thing about you, friend. Nothing will ever be good enough for you. You will always want more. You will never know when to stop, and you will destroy everything in your path. Like a power-hungry war machine."

The Master laughed, genuinely this time.

"You are right. I am greedy and selfish. All the sins you're guilty of, but at least I'm honest."

The Doctor did not dignify him with an answer.

"Answer honestly. Would it ever have been good enough for you?"

They stared at each other. The Doctor did not have to actually say their answer out loud. The Master already knew it.

"No, it probably wouldn't have."

"I wish it was. I wish I could stop chasing you, and I wish you'd stop running."

They stood in solemn silence, in grief. The worse type. Grieving for what could have been but never was.

"We would be two planets, stuck in our own gravitational field, cycling each other for as long as we have mass." The Doctor said.

"That would be nice. I think I would have enjoyed being a planet. Though I would have preferred being a star."

The Doctor chuckled.

"Of course, you would."

[l0caltiredgirl]

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

[orphemiss]

Mitsuru planted a chaste kiss on her lips when they're alone and hugged her tight. "Don't go, mon amour..." She whispered softly. "There's still time... let's go somewhere far away. Just you and me." Kotone looked more tired and out of it lately and alarm bells sounded in her mind.

What was wrong with her?!

Kotone had a smile on her face as she was held, leaning on the red head happily. "You telling me to miss school? So unlike you." She looked up, looking her in the eye. Mitsuru didn't know that it was already set in motion. But she'd be here to keep that promise they all made.

A hand came up to Mitsuru's face, laying gently on her cheek. "It will be okay. We all have a future we fought for."

[heart-locket-musicboxless]

•. A visit in a dream .•

[arrowheadedbitch]

Jason and Tim are arguing, Jason brings up how Tim stole his mantle

Tim, yelling: I did what I was supposed to do!! I got an adult! It's not my fault the adult wouldn't help! I had to take matters into my own hands, I will not be shamed for that! If you want to be mad at someone? Don't be mad at me. Or Bruce. Or Alfred. You wanna be mad at someone? Be mad at Dick Grayson, because when I saw that Batman was falling apart at the seams, I went straight to him! I asked him to help, when Batman was going to tear Gotham apart, piece by piece, in his grief, I BEGGED Dick to help, and he said no, so I had to step up because otherwise no one would.

Jason, not angry anymore: Wh- Tim, you were, you were 13! It wasn't your job to fix a grown man, you didn't have to be the one to save him...

Tim: Then why didn't anyone help!!

Jason: Tim...

Tim: why didn't anyone help?

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[pixlokita]

TWO WERETRAP ARTS? THE SAME DAY?!

More likely than u think… goodnight …

[iilmunchkiin]

Pspspspsps hey uty fandom... i have angst...

UHHHHH SPOILERS FOR PACIFIST ROUTE IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THAT YET

but lord have mercy on my soul i am OBSESSED WITH CLOVER WAHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭

A lil what if comic from me since I thought it was weird since they just left Clover's body there to kinda just.. ROT???????? But then I thought "wait maybe its cuz they think humans turn to dust just like monsters"

so heres a lil thing i made :3c

forgive me if the format is bad im new in posting here on tumblr WHJASHDJKASD

[courfee]

17 December 1975 / 15 May 1976

[sylvikain]

how hungry do you have to be to eat your only weapon?

[captainkirkk]

Another favourite angst trope: When a character is so used to being treated badly that they don't see anything wrong with it and talk and think about it very matter-of-factly

Until they meet the other characters and see how HORRIFIED they are every time they reveal another detail from their past

[strange-birb]

Cough*

Jason’s design……

Next time I’m going to go ham with platforms on him like 👀

Not really a design I app for him. I feel like he’s not gonna go all out he’s just vibing idk. He set the makeup being the most prominent thing. His theme is dead boi

He does actually have the scars but I figure paint them all glowey and no one questions it?

He has fun being the zombie on stage and watching his family squirm when they see him in all the makeup lol

Blue lips cold skin wrecked fingernails

Bruce would have an attack 🤣

I don’t really know what to do with Jason’s designs and I’m open to any ideas fr

Official secret band AU!!!

Steph is drummer. Tim singer. Jason guitarist

I’m debating adding another but it won’t be batfam 🤷‍♀️

Tim.

Steph

ROY

CASS

[anintrovertedechoe]

no thoughts just hugging mammon with everything you have and crying into the nape of his neck while he hugs you just as tight, just as hard, just as desperately, but also so gently because he’s afraid he’ll break you with how delicate you are right now.

no thoughts just slumping against him after crying out everything left in you and falling asleep while he still holds onto you and kisses the crown of your head because he knows you won’t notice.

no thoughts just his heart breaking because if he had his way he would take your pain onto himself in a heartbeat but he can’t and that’s what hurts the most.

no thoughts just mammon staying with you like that the whole night and checking your pulse occasionally and feeling relieved at it’s presence because it means you’re still here with him.

no thoughts just falling asleep with your first man and having him treat you like you’re the most precious thing in all of the three realms.

no thoughts; just mammon being your rock like he always is.

[aphel1on]

AURGH auwarghh the autistic parental trauma... the epi was wacky hijinks then dropped this on us out of nowhere... (sobs) laios... laiiiiooooos