#i can give you more angst if you want

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Master manipulator vs Master manipulator

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[maya-caffrey]

can we bring back procedurals? or at least just proper shows like how TV used to be? 5 to 15 seasons, a generous amount of episodes per season, 45 minutes: the sweet spot between too long and too short, pilot episodes that are wildly different from the rest of the show, filler episodes that overall contribute nothing but are extremely fun because that is what god intended, random musical episode, crossovers, waiting an entire week in anticipation to see what happens next, like, this was the PEAK of television, where did we go wrong

[starswritewhispers]

pick your poison

Chuuya had always found that chasing the sting of betrayal with the burn of anger was far smoother than the jagged edges of heartbreak.  With anger, its aftertaste had the spice of a lie that would weigh down his tongue and dull his senses, but after enough shots, he could forget the bitter taste of betrayal that lingered behind the burn. Heartbreak would refuse to leave his mouth for days, he’d cough and watch his own blood splatter on his fist from the shards still lodged stubbornly within his throat.   The aftertaste of rust would linger on his tongue for months to follow, forcing him to swallow every new sentence with the hint of neveragainneveragain souring every word.  

Anger was better. Anger was easier. When his family the Sheep betrayed him, he downed the anger quicker than the heartbreak could register. It turned on him, the way it almost always did.  He wouldn’t have had a knife lodged in his gut, rat poison sinking into his bloodstream, if he had been better. The Flags always argued with him on that. He still whispers ‘i told you so’ when he drops flowers off at Albatross’s grave. He can’t look at any of their headstones, but he requested Mori to bury him next to his fallen friends when he inevitably goes. Dazai had complained, whining and throwing a tantrum.  The same shit it always was with him, loud cries of but you’re my dog, as if his friends hadn’t just died because of Chuuya’s lack of fucking humanity. It’d be easier to deal with if Dazai really was throwing a tantrum just to be immature.  He clocked it for what it was, the second Dazai’s jaw clenched when he overheard Chuuya’s request, he was trying to goad Chuuya, to annoy him, but it wasn’t out of spite–for once. No, Dazai was trying to hand Chuuya a bottle of his favorite prescription and be the punching bag for the anger that would follow. Chuuya would often find himself sipping a glass of wine and wishing he could find it within himself to hate Dazai.

Dazai, who orchestrated the first betrayal, who had figured out the core of who Chuuya was so perfectly that he knew he’d rather sacrifice his soul than betray the group that had just betrayed him. Dazai, who was the reason Chuuya was in the Port Mafia in the first place, Dazai, the only person in Chuuya’s life that he couldn’t get rid of, whether he wanted him around or not. 

It only started to scare him when he realized the idea of a life with Dazai constantly around the corner wasn’t so terrifying anymore. 

He noticed when the little light in Dazai’s eyes would flicker out completely and they’d go to the arcade, or the grunts he hung around would take him drinking.  When one of them was revealed to be a traitor, Chuuya couldn’t bring himself to talk to Dazai. He knew he should’ve, but the old taste of heartbreak had morphed into a bitter form of cruel satisfaction, rising up into his throat as though it was bile from a hellish hangover. 

How’d it feel to be the one manipulated into losing something you loved?

When the other one had passed, Chuuya did reach out. He ignored the bloody taste of heartbreak and the easy offer of anger in his hands and instead tried to contact Dazai. Grief had held hands with him his whole life and as much as his partner annoyed him, he knew first hand how guilt would follow. Dazai didn’t respond to any of them. After five hours, his calls and messages stopped going through. His worry tasted like soured wine, left in the barrel for eons too long. His mind conjured up countless scenarios of Dazai finally finding a successful suicide route, and whatever rest he had planned to achieve that night was quickly lost in his own mind.

When the news finally broke that Dazai had turned traitor, the chaser of anger hit his throat before the sting of betrayal could even touch it.  His anger stayed outwards, a rare occurrence, but one that he appreciated nonetheless. It tasted like fire on his tongue, sent a warmth running through his veins, and a constant awareness humming in his bones. Anger was always easier.  

By the time Tachihara had messaged him that Dazai was captured with a following ‘don’t do anything stupid’ plea attached, he couldn’t remember what the rust of heartbreak tasted like or how the tang of sourness from worry would crease the lines of his face.  

The only taste that remained was the steady spark of anger on his tongue. He supposed it made sense, in a cruel, twisted way.

It was, after all, the only thing that stayed.

[gd-dollopole]

I can’t stop thinking about a poisoned Arthur, who’s not sick with just any poison. Maybe he’s hit by someone with magic and he has no collateral effects, except that of his body slowly dying.

It doesn’t matter if takes years or months or weeks or days, Arthur knows that one day, he will die. He does not get weaker or unable to do things, he just dissipates, and he knows the moment when he’ll be forever gone.

Everybody knows.

Although, there is a cure to his poisoned body, the only one, but Arthur refuses to take it.

Because if he cures himself of the deadly poison, the price to pay is too high:

he will forever forget the person he loves the most, and will never be able to love them again. His memory will be wiped out each time it comes back.

And Arthur doesn’t want to forget Merlin.

Arthur would rather die in the knowledge that he loves him and has known him, than live a life without Merlin by his side, and without his love and care.

[hellonerf]

unusual face post where i don't bring up caname marriage. all of their gangstalia childhood photos have been shown! i've been very captivated by their answers

the question is virtually the same for each of them with different wordings. here lord and owner have a goal for their future. between a distinguished admirable grown up and a welcoming hotel runner. meanwhile hero and parrain's answer are like. so vague. [(i?) can be anything] and [(be?) me] makes me laugh. what are these kids even saying? such blatant different personality dynamics. i actually don't have any coherent words i just point at a difference and go wowwww coool(keys jingling in front of me). but really. how sweet!!! the different similar answers

[just-a-itty-bitty-kitty]

opportunist when I catch you opportunist

[dayurno]

cavan got an ask about it so i am thinking of it but it is truly really funny when raven neil aus have ichirou or kengo or even tetsuji for that matter weirdly fixated on neil even if it's in a bad way (re: going out of their way to abuse him). the powerful men with a bloody empire that cannot even acknowledge their own blood family in riko would not spare a single thought for some no name wesninski downgrade in the perfect court i fear.............. as far as they are concerned pc members are literal dirt under their shoes. just a deeply unserious way to create angst for a character that does not need it

[thisisnotkitty]

ENOUGH WITH THE SECURITYWAITER ANGST reblog with your answers

which one hogs the blanket? which side of the bed to they each sleep on? which one gets cold easily and which one holds their hands to warm them up? which one of them is a swimmer and which one can barely float? who proposes to who?

[mahi-does-some-art]

Tsubaki: I'll keep all my emotions in here, then one day I'll die.

Someone: arnt you immortal tho?

Tsubaki: yep!

(also for extra awkwardness on Tsubaki's end add Kuro Sakuya and Mahiru already being in their relationship and maybe Tsubaki also gaining a small crush on Mahiru lol)

Im a person who sometimes cannot decide on a fixed pairing for the life of them so I very often write/think about poly relationships for the characters-- I want the answer to this to be poly SO BAD

Whats even better tho is if Tsubaki and the rest of team M had their own thing going on in a way that he's not sure they actually love him like that or not or if theyre all just casual or if maybe they're all just doing it bc he's their Prime and feel like they have to (We all know he's not the most stable about emotions) so Tsubaki's just. So Out Of Sorts now.

He loves his select elite members of his subclass. Truly and with his whole heart-- But now he's in love with his eldest "brother" and they've been spending more time together.

Which makes everything so much worse.

And one of his elites (that he loves) is dating the eve of that "brother"! And because he and Kuro have been spending more time together that means he's been spending more time with Mahiru too and he's been catering more of his meals to his taste and has been striking up a lot of conversation with him...and smiling at him... and it's making him feel...

Warm. And very very confused.

Bonus points if all of Team M think they're all dating and Tsubaki is the only one who doesn't know LMAO. Sakuya very embarrassingly rounded them up and told them that he wants to (also) date Mahiru and pretty much asked if he could bc see: They're all poly. If he just went and dated Mahiru without consulting them it'd be cheating. And they all, including Tsubaki, gave him enthusiastic support so it was a yes so he did it.

Team M thinks they're all dating.

EVERYONE ELSE thinks Team M is all dating.

Except for Tsubaki. Because he's very new to unconditional love and has really bad self-esteem issues.

[clegfly]

My Roman Empire is the fact that the beldam canonically had a mother who she is implied to have killed (and confirmed to have buried alive)

[miraluking-respectfully]

felix being referred to more or less exclusively as "your soldier" in-game speaks to how little the writers put into his character beyond his noggin full of sith secrets & his relationship with the consular; still, i do find it kind of sweet and funny, in a way. he's not a republic soldier, not even your personal bodyguard; he's your soldier. the consular is a small nation-state in and of herself

[sysig]

I hope you blink before I do (Patreon)

[b00m-b0mb]

Something really funny that's occurred to me is the way Joe talks about Maccie is like she's some catastrophic event that happened to their family "I can't believe she's been here that long." / "Everything's been different since she was born" / "Everything changed." / "She changed everything."

And it's just rlly funny to me. I want to up the dramaticness of his words at some point. And anyway, he's talking to the Samurai/Ronin for the first time and I'm wondering the impression he's getting lmao

Joe is certainly expressive to me, but only when he's given the chance. And I think w Ronin, he just started letting a lot of stuff out bc thus guy is gonna go on his way anyways.. but then he's like wait!!! Actually let me go?? For a little? (Platonic yearning so bad)

Ronin like 》^. "I suppose.. Alright, curious karate man, I'll accompany you a little longer."

Or something I'm messing around UGH

[jilted-love]

Fuck it. Headcanon that Killua "stole" Gon's nen. Sealed it tight as fuck. Threw it at the bottom of the Dark Continent. Gon should have had it back after Nanika healed him. But Killua thought "nah Gon will probably just sacrifice himself again when he loses his cool" so Killua said fuck it and asked Nanika to put a padlock on Gon so he doesn't fuck up his life again. That's the reason Killua left Gon without worrying what Gon might do again. Gotta separate Nanika and Gon so Gon may never figure out why he's back to "ordinary" and will never find a way to get his nen back unless he finds another creature like Nanika which Killua is fairly sure is next to impossible. Gon is gonna be so angry when he finds out.

[midnightwind]

I love Dragon Age companion quests, but sometimes I wish we had more that didn't culminate in fighting a Big Personal Bad, you know

[indelicateink]

this 10yo 100K-note post articulates more clearly than I ever could why i love the idea of lestat being 34 and not 21.

guy doesn't get to go on his big hero's journey for another 13 years. whether he's stuck in Auvergne or doing the starving artist thing in Paris (I like to think the former; how relatable), I want to know that story