#i love angst a lot okay?

[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

[landedinpayne]

in case you are in the mood to feel devastated here’s an alternate way of viewing charles’ response to edwin’s confession:

we know that charles kinda puts edwin on a pedestal- yes they are partners but there is a bit of a hierarchy between them. charles just looks up to and admires edwin in so many ways while constantly looking down on and being really hard on himself. he puts on his big happy persona because he thinks that people wouldn’t like him if they actually got to know him.

so when edwin confesses, it’s like a blow to him. he took his charming persona too far and went and tricked the most important person in the world into thinking he was worthy of love. and it’s worse because he does love edwin in that way, which is exactly why he can’t let him know that. charles still believes that he is like his dad, and he saw exactly what his parents’ relationship did to his mother.

he thinks that loving edwin in the way that he wants to would only cause more pain to this boy who has already been through far more than he deserves. so he blinks back his tears, attempts the same charming smile he’s used all these years, and dishes out the gentlest non-rejection in the history of forever

[v-poreons]

OCposting..... This is Coven :3 she's a witch who specializes in luck magic! I need to post her so I can yap about her more, she's rotating in my brain at top speed

(Also her bf belongs to @oodliedoodlies hiiii hiiiiiiii hi hi hi)

[lonelyzarquon]

A thousand bodies piled up I never thought would be enough To show you just what I've been thinking

[mellohiizz]

i need some of your parrot art very sad. like, make him very very sad, as sad as you can make it. horribly sad. depressingly tragic sadness.

oops. sorry, i think i traumatized your bird.

[ooeygooeyghoul]

Speaking of the Hydaelyn trial, as a tank main, I am a very big fan of the inherent tenderness of taking the shared tankbuster with Thancred. I've seen like a billion posts and art commenting on it before, and there's just something about two tanks protecting each other that's just so oddly intimate.

Thancred just booking it across the arena to be at Shiun's side when he sees he's being targeted by a hit he knows he can't take alone. Imagining Shiun still practically wrapping himself around Thancred to shield him as best as he can. Each of them using all their abilities to soften the impact, trying to keep the other from harm. Thinking about them fending off a mighty blow with their combined strength in a shower of sparks, so close together that they're almost one. A shared look of relief and silent reassurance that "I have your back" as they break apart to continue the fight once the attack has passed.

Yeah idk, seems kinda gay to me.

[barghest-land]

night guards 🌟

enjoying my first rdr1 playthrough :') damn i'm gonna cry so much. i know it's gonna break my heart even more than rdr2 i'm not ready

[siliconforbrains]

Okay, it's like 10pm on a work night and I haven't had any coffee today so my thoughts are a little scrambled BUT. I WAS THINKING.

(About In Stars and Time of course I'm always thinking about that game)

A couple of years ago, at the height of Steddie -my sister was big into it and recced me some fics okay- I read this fic about Steve dealing with time loops ("The one in which a time loop is fucking exhausting" by badpancake) and there was this specific detail about the epilogue that stuck with me.

It was the idea that, once the time loops were done and over with, people would slowly start to remember bits and pieces of what happened in earlier loops. After being fractured for so long across dozens of timelines and experiences and outcomes, time was finally healing, and broken shards of lost memories would find their way back into people's minds.

And that got me thinking about a post-game what-if scenario where the same happens to the gang as they travel through Vaugarde.

Like they still don't remember everything -just bits and pieces. Experiences so emotionally charged that they found a way to cross the sands of time and reach them again.

The question is, what would those memories be? The first answer that comes to mind is some of Siffrin's deaths, of course. I can't imagine watching your friend get pancake-d by a boulder would be pleasant, nor witnessing them turning their own dagger to themselves. Or offering him a slice of your favorite snack only for him to go into anaphylactic shock in front of your very eyes, for that matter!

But there would be other instances too, wouldn't they? Death is not the only thing that shook them to their core. What about their first death to the King? Or Bonnie's fate at the end of Act 3? What about basking in the blissful feeling of victory against the tormentor of your land only to turn to look at your friend and know something is very, very wrong?

What about fighting through the House with a party of 4 instead of 5, bloodied, confused, staring in the face of the King knowing you're about to die and wondering why your friend left you all when you needed them most?

I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this, but I've been rotating this concept in my head since this morning and thought I'd get it out on here so y'all can suffer with me tehee

[galaxostars]

“Thank you for keeping your promise.”

inspired scene from the fic “Beyond the Heartbeat” by @starsworth

[good-beanswrites]

es should go through the blender but my finger is tired of holding down the button. so i shall pass the blender to you (with an es nui in it). do whatever you wish with them.

Oh why thank you :) I will take the blender gladly :) *Tosses some T2 angst into the blender* *adds a little bit of funky structure/style* *gives it a little pinch of headcanons* *and another pinch of random angst I got from ace attorney at 14 and never forgot* :) BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Caretaker Log J.16.7.2

Summary – The Warden’s condition continues to worsen since last entry. All decline remains self-inflicted. 

J.16.7.2-M – Sleep deprivation has resulted in mood swings and irritability. Though denied by the Warden, extreme distress, melancholy, and laughter have been noted. They lash out verbally and physically toward the prisoners (1) only to apologize at a later time. Observations (2) result in speculation that hallucinations are another symptom. 

J.16.7.2-B – The Warden's obsession with notetaking remains steady, though most pages of planning are merely rewritten versions of earlier notes. Their nightly ritual has grown more rigorous: four cups of coffee ingested in the time between dinner and the kitchen’s closing. A fifth cup is brought back to the courtroom, where the Warden will once again sleep on the ground. (Refer to J.5.5.2.B for initial detail.) 

J.16.7.2-P – Sleep deprivation and/or caffeine intake has caused shakiness and overall weakness. They show severe eyebags and have not changed into nightclothes in several days. Though they wash themself and fresh civilian clothes have been provided, they insist on returning to the uniform. Motor skills (3) and computation abilities have suffered.

J.16.7.2-S – The Warden spends their days around the prisoners, but avoids participating in all necessary conversations and activities regardless of invitation (4). They limit speech to the Caretaker only about their denied request (5), though they can be coaxed into conversation when fatigue overtakes them.

(1) After 005 offered the Warden something to help with their sleep, they threw the pills to the ground and shouldered past with force; 008 attempted to read the Warden’s notes, and they slapped her hand away.

(2) Flinched away from 003 even when standing still; shocked expression at 004's face despite nothing out of the ordinary; looked nauseous and refused to eat fresh fruit from the dining hall; interrupted a conversation with 010 to listen to silence.

(3) Handwriting has grown nearly intelligible; dropped one of their coffee cups and nearly panicked at the subsequent breakage and spill.

(4) Left the room when 002 began setting up a game; ignored 001's encouragement to join him for a meal; refused to answer personal questions from 006; snapped at 007 when trying to begin a lighthearted conversation.

(5) Request submitted on 30.8.2 for padlocks to fit supply closet and cell doors.

Appendix. Subjective caretaker commentary – Poor kid. I’m glad it’ll all be over soon. 

[beanghostprincess]

Usopp meets Pedro when they get to Zou after Dressrosa and instantly gets a weird vibe from him when he talks about Sanji and saving him. Maybe it's the way he pronounces Sanji's name or how they just met but for some reason, he seems to be the most concerned of all. And Usopp is not a jealous person. Having Sanji as your boyfriend kind of makes you have to deal with his obsession with girls all the time... But Pedro? A tall, handsome, strong mink is worried sick about his boyfriend and Usopp isn't stupid. He knows something is going on. Pedro also somehow knows Usopp and he figures Sanji has talked about him, but why would he bring that up, anyway? The point here is-- Usopp doesn't like Pedro.

[parvulous-writings]

The Loop // Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish drabble(ish)

Warnings: Repeated main character death. Mention of gun wounds, and bombs. Spoilers for Operation Trojan Horse/MW3 Reboot's ending.

Words: 1.1k

Notes: What a hell of a fandom debut, eh? I have a few ideas similar to this one.... Ough... Lots of thoughts...  My requests are currently open! My request post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too! If you’d like to support me more, consider reblogging! I’d appreciate it loads!!

John wasn't entirely sure how long this had been going on for. How many times he had seen the same ceiling in the morning, the same people outside, had the same conversations over and over again. The first few times he thought it was just an odd, deja-vu fever dream. 'Okay, this time, it'll change. This time, it'll be tomorrow. This time, everyone will get to move along.' But, every time it was the same. He didn't know how many times November 21st had come and gone, only to come again the next time the Scotsman opened his eyes. He had lost count somewhere in the teens - which was god knows how long ago now.

Some days, he tried to do things differently, saying different things to those he came into contact with, taking different routes to the destinations he knew he had to be there for. But no matter what details he ended up changing, the day ended up the same way, every time. The Scot rubs his temple a little bit as he sits up, grumbling sleepily as he slowly wakes. He can still feel the violent thrum from what felt like moments earlier, his last few seconds of life before blacking out, and waking up here once more. He could swear that every time the loop restarts, the pain in his temple is even worse than the time before. He ran through everything that his pain addled mind would allow him to - all the details and points that he could remember;

The day would start with Laswell telling the team that Makarov and Konni group were in London, and plan to meet with a hacker. Whatever was on the drive in the hacker's possession - some sort of Trojan Horse virus - allowed Konni to control the trains under the city, that much Johnny had already managed to commit to memory. Makarov will board one of the trains, with intent to try and take over the channel tunnel. When they get further into the tunnel, through the numerous Konni operatives, he and Captain Price will find a guarded bomb. They'll manage to break through the remaining Konni operatives with the help of the Shadow Group, and then he and Price will start to work on defusing the bomb. The next few minutes - the last of Johnny's life - always seem to go so quickly. They're little more than a blur; the reserve Konni soldiers, the momentary stun of being shot by Makarov, the last stand, and then... Momentary pain... Nothing more, and restarting right at the beginning of that day again.

He had tried resisting before, that he could remember. Only once or twice, but he remembered. He had tried shoving Makarov away before he could take that first shot. The first time he had wound up with a shot to the abdomen because of it. It hurt like hell, but he thought he would be able to make it to the next day, with some medical help. But, of course, help never came - seemingly caught up at the other end of the Channel Tunnel. It was slow, and it was painful. He had hated it - and he had hated the panicked, dreaded looks on the faces of his teammates even more. They had tried to hide the direness and eventual hopelessness of his situation from him, but Johnny was no fool. Reckless at times, and certainly impulsive at others, but never a fool. It hadn't taken him as long to bleed out as it felt, but it was still too long. The only good thing about that whole day, was knowing that he had passed in Simon's lap, as the man tried his best to comfort him, in his own way. The second time had been worse - so much worse. He had turned earlier than the first time, anticipating the man's shot, but that had had catastrophic consequences. There was a yell from Price, and then, a bright, burning light. It only lasted for a moment, but by God did it hurt. It felt like his entire being was on fire - and for the briefest second, he could have sworn he smelled burning hair and fabric. Unfortunately that horrid stench had followed him through to the morning, sticking in his nose for the majority of that loop. He learnt from that; keep your attention on the bomb, Johnny. Keep everyone else alive.

A part of John wished that he could be caught in a loop of pretty much any other day. Hell, even some of his most humiliating defeats in his Under 21's football team would be better relived than this - perhaps the shame could be better dealt with than the knowledge that no matter what, no matter what course of action he takes, who he talks to, or what he tries to do to prepare himself, the day will always end with his death. It's set in stone, and to a certain extent, he's come to accept it. In any case, this last day allows him to think back on his life - and even though he can't change a single thing about it - about those good times. Joining the military. Pissing people off constantly as the perpetual F.N.G. Meeting Ghost - spending time with Ghost, even if the man was incredibly closed off. Finding a friend in both Gaz and Price, knowing that no matter the situation they had found themselves in, they had had each other backs. Even now, on this last day, even if the others didn't know it each morning, they looked after one another the best they could. If nothing else, Johnny knew that he could take solace in one thing:

In his last moments, he is surrounded by those he trusts most. Those he would have taken a bullet for anyway - he started to take the mindset that that was what he was doing here, taking a bullet for his team, ensuring their survival, and helping them forward. He could only hope that there were versions of his teammates out there that managed to move on from this day, who made it to November 22nd, and managed to give Makarov everything that he deserved. He supposed, though, that dying amongst his team, even if it hurt them emotionally, was the best thing he could have asked for, given the circumstances. Pushing this flurry of thoughts out of his mind, John took a deep breath, and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

It was time for another day.

[wayfinder-family-lover]

Can I talk about how they set up the Phisut family vs the Nirun family expectations for their youngest dating?

Starting with Lee, Phisut mama never used gender, she only wants to know who is the person that steal her youngest son's heart. We see she never give a fuck about that person gender. She is just so happy that her son is happy and to have another child to spoil!

And it goes with Teerak too, at no point does he put any expectation on Lee's crush. Saying someone all the time.

Here, there is no expectation of Lee's crush gender, in that scene the only one to know that Punlee likes a boy is us the audience (and maybe Fah, because unlike his parents and boyfriend at no point he is surprise that Lee likes someone. Instead he is just happy for his brother. So it's either because he is happy that his brother find love like he did or he knows who it is and he is happy he is telling their family).

And this contrast Rak's parents reaction to him having someone. While his mother does start with general vertues and finish by saying that she would love whoever Rak choose, because that his choice. It still put an expectation for Rak. She still have an ideal scenario of who that person gonna be. And while Fah fit in for most of it, he truly doesn't in one part. A part that might look unimportant, but unfortunately is in this society. And it's his gender. Fah is very much a man (unless they go trans/non binary route, but doubtful even if it would be fun), which leave Rak so insecure. But at least, her mom notice and reassure him. Even if, she doesn't understand why yet.

But his father is worst. Because he doesn't even let Rak speaks. The second he realizes that his son is in a relationship. He directly assumes that he is dating an older woman. Which lowkey weird reaction, like even if Fah was a woman, they are what 2 years apart at most, not much of age difference. Like why are you so happy he is dating someone older, just be happy your son is in a relationship. But that's me. His father put a lot of emphasis on the girl part, the gender part. Now I think about it, he never ask question about how "she" is has a person, just be proud that Teerak date an older woman. Add to that Teerak's incapacity to stand up for himself, it was an hard scene to watch and it was hard for him to correct his father.

And the fact those scenes are in the same episode, really show the contrast on how the Phisut parents truly doesn't have expectations on their children partners. They only care about them as a person. The Phisut parents care about Ghlai as a person even before meeting him, wanted to know who he is, because he makes Lee happy. Vs the Nirun parents who care about the gender of Teerak's partner, tho their personality also play a part. But it's something they expect. I love how they set this up. The Phisut parents did everything to make sure Fah and Lee know they don't care about the gender of the people they love. The Nirun didn't. Punlee and Muenfah know and are secure on their parents love even if they are queer. Teerak isn't.

Like Your Sky maybe not perfect, but when it comes to theme of love and communication and growth and trust, of community the show is doing such a good job!

[angeart]

Y'know I was sitting here this morning with the hot spring rambles on my brain, specifically thinking about if the hair washing is close enough to preening to make Grian's birb brain happy

And it just really hit me how unfair hhau world is to birb Grian in particular. Birb brain wants preening from Scar and to show off for him, but being noticed is what's most dangerous for them. T-T

-🎀

hhau world is cruel to birb grian. besides just turning his wings into big shining targets and a huge liability, grian can't have anything his instincts want and crave and yearn for.

preening (as much from himself as from scar—he can't get any version of it and it's driving something in him despondent and mad), idle touches to his feathers, using wings for nonverbal language, using them as a comforting warm blanket on cold nights, flying... the list goes on.

he's a grounded bird that sometimes contemplates if he wouldn't be better off without his wings. that's what this world's done to him.

and oh gosh the things he'd like to do now that him and scar are openly horribly in love? all the new instincts and cravings and urges? all of those things he equally has to stifle and bury deep down... all those things that he feels insane need for but an even bigger terror of them—an emotion that doesn't belong, should never have been put there, and yet it's so deeply rooted and entangled through him now, so much so that it feels insurmountable and irreversible...

it's honestly unfair and so very sad, yeah 😭

[t4nxos]

Tonight is the perfect time to bring sorrow onto the dashboard so these are my (PERSONAL don’t yell at me in the notes) headcanons on what a relationship w Thanos would realistically look like

—- Extreme ups and downs. When he’s not sober, he’s all over you, telling you how much he loves you and how perfect you are, etc etc. Physically overwhelming, always touching you and getting his feelings hurt if you tell him to knock it off or act unreceptive in any way. He’ll sulk elsewhere and act like you just told him to fuck off and die.

—- Ups and downs, like I said. When he’s coming down, he’s paranoid and unpredictable. Will constantly accuse you of not actually caring about him, and take everything you say as a sign that you don’t want him around. Will snap at you if you do anything to make him feel like he’s acting crazy.

—- Withdrawals are always horrible. Constantly getting accused of taking his drugs and purposely throwing them out to make him suffer, and how could you do that to him? Don’t you know how much he needs them? Do you actually want him to kill himself? Deny it all you want, but he won’t listen, because he knows the truth. Asks you for money, sometimes lies about it and tries to make it seem like he’s saving up for a gift to give you, but it’s obvious as to what it’s actually for. If you tell him no, he’ll accuse you of hating him, and that you’re responsible for anything that happens to him. It’s your fault.

—- Will disappear for weeks or months on end without telling you anything. Won’t answer phone calls or texts, will refuse to get out of bed and answer the door if you try and physically check on him. He won’t apologize for it. If he does, it’s always somehow related to how he needs space and how your constant nagging stresses him out more than anything else.

—- Ditches you at any opportunity he has when the question of not being sober is involved. Flakes on plans just to get high out of his mind, and always gets angry at you if you accuse him of caring more about it than anything else in his life. Maybe, if you’re lucky, he’ll give you a call or an unintelligible text in the middle of the night. Otherwise, you’re on your own. It’s not his fault, you’re supposed to know that it’s the only thing keeping him from killing himself. It’s never his fault.

—- If you were in a relationship with him during his days of notoriety, he’ll prioritize work AND drugs over you. He works so hard and does so much for his fanbase, and you’re being selfish for trying to spend so much time with him. He’s making so much money; believe him, he’ll save up enough to get you something special. You can spend time with him after this show, but can you? It’s not his fault if he slept with a fan while in an established relationship with you; he was high, and you know that he can’t rightly stop himself like that when the opportunity presents itself. Why are you so hung up on it? Why are you so insecure? It meant nothing, anyway. Your constant nagging stresses him out. This is why he’s always high around you.

—- Shortly before the games, he’d constantly call you at odd hours to vent about having nowhere to go and nobody to turn to. You should be thankful that he’s talking to you, you haven’t seen him in forever. He loves you so much, he’ll change for you, he’ll stop using so much if you would just give him a place to stay for a bit. He’s so sorry for being such an asshole, he’ll never do it again. Why would you say no? Do you not give a fuck about him at all? Fuck you, you’re just like everyone else. It doesn’t matter anymore.

—- Obviously, he doesn’t tell you about being recruited into the games. You never really find out what happened to him, but you can guess. Sorry.

[revasserium]

tragic heroes

he sees it in the way you look at him, at the way you see passed all his bravado, all his helpless insecurities, hidden behind a firm exterior, or an easy smile, or a wink and a kiss to the cameras.

the first time you ask if he’s tired, he almost breaks down.

“exhausted,” he says, finally admitting it to himself, letting the height of his body curl in on itself till he’s sure he could fit comfortably in your arms and stay there.

“shh…” you tell him, “it’s okay…”

“everyone gets tired sometimes, even superheros like you,” you say, reaching for him, pulling him into you, into your chest, holding him like a breath, carrying him in your arms as though that’s where he’s always belonged.

“i’m not a superhero,” he says, his voice small and tight and terribly different from the way it usually is.

“of course you are,” you say, pulling back to look at him, to cup his cheeks between your hands like water in a stand storm, like something beautiful, something precious and perfect — something made so by it’s mere existence.

and when he tries to shake his head, to open his mouth and tell you how wrong you are, you shut him up with a kiss. you kiss him so hard and so deep that for a moment, he can’t remember a time when he wasn’t kissing you. you kiss him hard enough to bruise, hard enough to forget.

when you finally pull away, he looks down to find you smiling and he leans down to kiss you back like acceptance, like pain and knowing and remembering.

“you’ll always be my hero.”

ATSUMU, bokuto, hoshiumi, HINATA, midoriya, oikawa, MIRIO