#honestly I write so much angst

[benevolenterrancy]

Scholarly peak is catching up on recent literature

[triple-a-daybreak]

"what if kanadad dies for kana5" what if he has a moment of clarity. what if as he heals he gets a glimmer in his eyes of recognition and recollection. what if kanade doesn't lose ANOTHER parent to death and instead gets to have the hope that the one she has will recover from the cognitive/psychological damage caused by his burnout. (which is all it is by the way. idk why y'all insist that he's dying)

what then.

[logosbot-tm-fics]

Alas, I'm always a Grumbo shipper at heart, I keep getting Scarian ideas, and I try my best to write them strictly Scarian, but I keep failing.

It always ends w endgame Grumbo.

I'll try my best to actually write Scarian at some point :)

...hm, I actually do have an idea for that that I think I've discussed with some friends

[ikemengoessbrrrrr]

Doodles ft. Class rep Ataru

[cluescorner]

I gave myself a writing challenge and I am fascinated by it

So basically I put the robins in a randomizer to give them a new order/role (because I just...kinda wanted to see what would happen + I like role-reversal AUs) and got results that are giving me a fucking brain blast.

Stephanie, the first sidekick who defines the role

Tim, the sidekick who dies and comes back wrong

Dick, the sidekick who saves Batman from himself

Damian, the sidekick who was never supposed to be a sidekick but would go on to prove everyone wrong

Jason, the youngest sidekick who is still the Kid Wonder

...So this is fucking wild. I've got some ideas and several of these fit perfectly (Dick's role is pretty similar to his one in canon), but some of these are fucking INCREDIBLE to explore (Steph being the first Robin is something I never even considered but tbh I kinda love it).

I probably won't write a fic or anything because tbh I don't like publishing my writing that much, but I might expand this into a full AU and post about it. I might randomize other stuff too (ie, stuff that I cannot change vs stuff that I cannot keep the same) but this fucking rules as a starting point.

[lafilleestmorte]

the thing is, toey never initiates emotional intimacy with q. he'll wonder for a year what kind of music q listens to but never even think to directly ask. he'll bug q about all sorts of tips to make his art better without revealing why he chose to pursue art at all. he'll collapse onto q's lap when he is drunk and extremely tired but won't ask to sleep next to him or even try to come up with an excuse to when he's sober. he doesn't actually ask q to come with him to the park - he asks peem and then peem asks q. toey will nag q with his tone or with his teasing or with his eyes? but never ask for what he actually wants

but even when q (or peem, or tan) takes initiative to make their intimacy possible, toey just seems happy and content to be held as close or as far as q is willing to have him.

If q came all this way to teach toey how to shade, if q is worried about toey being in the studio alone at night, if q (maybe) wants to learn how to skateboard, if q is worried about toey getting kicked off of the bed by peem, toey interprets it as exactly that and nothing more

[pastelaspirations]

Does ink has disorder of any kind?

I assume this is related to Ink in Perseverance lol. Okay, s o. I tend to write Ink with some tendencies that I have because it's easier to write more realistic depictions of things if I draw from my own life as inspiration lmao. As such, the only thing I am confident saying he has is social anxiety, as that is the only thing that I'm officially diagnosed with.

That said, I've seen people comment that he displays depressive tendencies, as well as having vivid flashbacks and tends to dissociate as what is sometimes typical of PTSD. Since I mostly write these things based off of personal experience, I am hesitant to say he has these things lol, especially since "mental health testing" doesn't exist in my world as much.

Does that mean he doesn't have them?? E e e e h h. Let's just say the only thing I am 100% sure in saying he has is social anxiety✧˖°.

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Turned Night Into Day

summary:

There's no reason why Illya should want to talk to him. Really, there isn't. So why's he showing up at his hotel room with a bottle of Scotch and something like an apology on his lips? Or, most of Amor Magnus Doctor Est chapter 8 in Napoleon's POV!! <3

notes:

inspired by Amor Magnus Doctor Est by @cha-melodius

tags:

POV Napoleon Solo, Napoleon solo has no self confidence, insecure Napoleon solo, Reunions, the happy ending to just like me, Mild Sexual Content, inspired by another fic, Napoleon Solo Needs a Hug, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Professors

excerpt:

“I’m sorry,” Illya whispers, the words ringing like a gunshot in the otherwise dead quiet of the room. Of all the things Napoleon was expecting, it was definitely not that. “I heard what you and Gaby were talking about,” and “Did you really get Victoria fired to try and win me back?” seemed the most obvious. He’s only able to stare at Illya as the words rattle around in his head. In the silence of the room it seems that Illya might want to take it back. He finds himself hoping he will, because while there’s nothing he wants more than Illya, he’s only good for being left behind. He hopes equally as much that he won’t, because even in the face of reality he still wants him more than he’s ever wanted anything else. “What for?” he asks, head tilted to the side, brow furrowed. Illya huffs out a sound that could be a laugh, but it’s too harsh, too bitter to be classified as such. It’s so sudden that Napoleon actually flinches from it. “Everything,” he answers, like it’s obvious. Like he’d done anything��wrong. Leaving him may have been the best decision Illya’s ever made. He can’t imagine how that could be wrong. “For blaming you when it wasn’t really your fault. For shutting you out. For not—” Illya’s voice catches in his throat, and he takes another swallow of liquor. Napoleon shuts his eyes against Illya’s next words, “for not being there for you when I should have been.” A feeble sense of hope takes root in his heart, growing until it threatens to choke him.

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[some-pers0n]

Every once in a while I think about the ship I've been obsessed over for close to two years now and feel like I'm ascending to another plane of reality. Like sometimes you just encounter a ship that hits every single mark and is perfect in every regard and you're left stunned how something like that can even exist

[cloudcountry]

Ajsgsbshsnsaj OMG CONGRATS ON 1K✨ I'd like to thank my sister for introducing me to your blog because your works make me blushhhh!!nsjhshsh! I feel like extrovert academy trained me properly for this so here goes...

Can I get an Azul Ashengrotto + Lullaby, please? Thank youuu!!! Qkjsbdhshsh 🥺

THANK YOU omg siblings read my blog together??? tahts so wholesome HELP??????

i wanted to make this fluffy and i was on the right track for like a second but i think i forgot to turn my train oops. (THE SONG IS FROM BAMBI BTW)

AZUL ASHENGROTTO + LULLABY (1k event details)

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Azul grips the sleeve of your pajamas, lower lip wobbling as you stroke his hair. There was no need for you to come out here just for him, and now he has to compensate you somehow even though you’d never accept his payments and that was just so confusing but it wasn’t like that matters anyway because you’re here now and he can’t just shoo you away.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” Azul asks, not because he wants you to leave but because he also does.

“Than be here for you? No.” you answer, and it’s so sincere that Azul feels tears spill over his red cheeks.

His sniffling must have reached your ears by now but you just keep holding him, cradling him like he isn’t disgusting or ugly but lovely and wonderful and treasured. He wants to be those things so bad for you. But more importantly, he needs to be those things for himself.

That’s what you’d say. He knows you would.

“Love is a song that never ends, life may be swift and fleeting...” you hum, breaking him out of the walls he’s constructed around his heart, “Hope may die, yet love's beautiful music comes each day like the dawn...”

He doesn’t understand.

He doesn’t understand how you see a sniveling little octopus in your arms and decide to sing a song about love to him.

He doesn’t feel ready to understand. So he shuts his eyes and listens to you sing, feels you encase him in your love, and drifts off into the most peaceful sleep he’s ever had.

[navstuffs]

just here thinking abt the end of my toji x vampiregn!reader (who belongs to the universe of Anne Rice vampires) that has been suspended for an undetermined period of time.

“I have a son.”  His voice is weak and more fragile, which prompts you to stop. Your head appears in his line of vision; you don’t seem guilty or sad for him, just listening to his story. It seems Toji Fushiguro had earned that much.“He is the most beautiful thing I have ever created. His name is Megumi Fushiguro.”

“I am sorry about that.” You reply as a courtesy.

“No, no, let me finish. He is perfect. Head to toe. When he laughs, I barely see him laughing nowadays, except sometimes, with his half-sister. Even when he is imperfect, he is perfect. There is a picture of him in my pocket.”

You grab his wallet out, opening it. There is a picture of a big, chubby baby smiling at the camera. There is also a woman's face in the background, smiling, but you don’t ask. You glance at Toji’s face to see him with tears in his eyes. You lay on top of him, grabbing his face so he can look at you.

“Are you afraid he will forget about you? Afraid you will be just nothing and just a memory when he grows up? Because this is all, we are in the end. Memories to our loved ones. I know because I have lost so many people. And there is nothing we can do about that, immortals or not.”

Your mind hits with flashbacks as Toji's thoughts fill your mind: Megumi’s first steps. Megumi’s first word (it was something that sounded like Papa in Toji's mind). Megumi’s first day at school. Megumi learning how to ride a bike.

“Your son will have those memories to cherish forever. Now, close your eyes.”

Toji Fushiguro closes his eyes to never open them again.

[clickerflight]

Voltober 23. Fears and Anguish - Sons of Billionaires

Author's notes: I didn't think I would write one shots for this fanfic during this challenge, but I think I'm up to 3 of them now (the other will be posted a few days before halloween)

Masterlist - Part 22

Content: halfa whumpee, panic attack, nightmare, angst

@voltober

Nightmares | Phobia | Wracked with Guilt

Vlad woke up to the sound of screams. They were, unfortunately, becoming familiar to him at this point as Danny was plagued by nightmares now, especially since his therapist had started helping him work through what his parents had done to him.

Vlad rolled out of bed, grabbing his robe and putting it on, tying it closed and heading down the hall, running a hand to shake his hair out of his tired eyes.

He opened the door to Danny’s room and he stepped in, leaning over the bed and shaking Danny’s shoulder.

“Badger? Are you alright?”

Danny startled awake, the blanket tangled around his legs. His eyes, glowing green in the dark, blurred with tears.

“NO!” he screeched, putting his hands up as a shield up around himself. “PLEASE! NO!”

Vlad backed off, keeping his hands up. “Woah, woah. It’s okay, badger. It’s just me-”

“STAY AWAY!” Danny screamed, tears dripping off of his chin. “HAVEN’T YOU DONE ENOUGH!?”

Vlad backed even farther away, and the guilt he thought he had worked through came back all at once. He flinched back, keeping his hands where Danny could see them. “I’m not going to hurt you. Remember?”

Danny stared at him with wide wide eyes, uncomprehending of what Vlad was saying.

“You know what? That’s okay, I’ll just go back to bed. Let Henry know if you need anything.”

Vlad backed out of the room and gently closed the door. It hurt to leave Danny like that, but if he had been having a nightmare about Vlad, he did not want to make the boy uncomfortable. He found his way back through the hall and let his robe drop in a heap before he climbed back into bed, the blankets down at his waist as he laid on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He would need to let the therapists know about this, and talk with Danny in the morning. He didn’t know what this would mean for their situation, but if Danny no longer felt safe in the manor, Vlad would not force him to stay here.

His heart hurt at the thought and he closed his eyes, breathing out deeply through his nose as he tried to purge the guilt from his mind. Yes, what he had done to scare the boy was terrible, and he wished he could go back and do it all over again, but he couldn’t. He would just have to do what he could and hope that Danny would be alright. And he would do his best to make up for every moment of pain and fear he had ever caused the boy.

He was about to roll over and attempt to quiet his mind to sleep when he heard feet on the floorboards outside his room. He turned his head as the door was pushed open and Danny sheepishly looked in.

“Vlad?”

“Yes, Danny?” Vlad asked, sitting up.

Danny shuffled his feet. “’M sorry.”

“That’s alright, my boy,” Vlad said gently. “Nightmares are scary, and sometimes it can be confusing when you wake up. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes.” Danny took a step inside and closed the door, staring at the ground and fidgeting. “I’m not scared of you anymore. I just wanted you to know.”

Vlad smiled. “I am relieved to hear that. I was afraid we would be having a difficult discussion in the morning. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Danny looked up, embarrassment written on his face. “Uh, no, not really.”

“Are you sure? I can and will help you with anything.”

Danny looked down quickly and shrugged. “Don’t wanna sleep alone,” he mumbled.

“Ah, I see. I have a hard time sleeping after the nightmares too, sometimes. This bed is very big if you want to stay here for the night.”

“I’m not a baby,” Danny said, despite the hesitant step he took forward. “I should just go back to bed.”

“Whatever you want to do, badger,” Vlad said. He scooted over in the bed so he was on the far side, showing how much room there was in case Danny wanted to stay.

It seemed the small halfa made up his mind as he climbed into the bed, tucking himself in and closing his eyes fiercely.

“Goodnight,” he said firmly.

“Goodnight,” Vlad said with a smile. He rolled over to give Danny some privacy as he fell asleep, but he himself did not fall asleep until he was sure Danny had fallen back to sleep.

VTB Part 24

Sons of Billionaires

[youmakethelight]

I made a ✨️video thesis✨️ on caryl's clashing attachment styles to exile by ts (all 4 mins 42 secs not sorry) to fill the hole tboc left in me. 💔

I mostly made this for my own mental health. I hope you like angst. ✨️ (the ending is nice)

[sandwichmustbetasty]

if someone is wondering why am i religiously posting about 90% of elves/celebrimbor scenes and posted exactly 0 times about numenor, the answer is because i don't care.

[organised-disaster]

@randosfandos @baxieblur-turnip

Guess who's officially out of excuses to not work on Five

[punnifullife]

to the anon(s) who asked me to read Kryallaorchid's work over on ao3....I barely slept I binged all 20 chapters and i loved every second of it 😭😭😭😭😭 I loved how she connected tt03 to the rest of the dc universe (even if it was just tidbits in Touch[redux]) aaaaaah