#i love angst can you tell

[theslaughtersfavlesbian]

headcanon that tim made sasha and him matching bracelets, and sasha never took it off. the NotThem didn't know about it though, and when she replaced sasha, she didn't have it on. Tim asked about it and NotSasha said she lost it, and tim thought sasha had just given up on their relationship

[cal-writes]

it got to long on the other post so some more zoro being fired from first mate

Zoro glares at their innocuous little chore board as if he wishes to set it ablaze. The tension that has strung up his spine in that argument with Luffy still persists so Robin approaches carefully. He stands with his arms crossed, leaning back against the kitchen table.

"Any suggestions?" She asks nonchalantly, making sure her steps fall heavy. She joins him by the table to try and discern what he sees that makes him look so cross. Robin had volunteered to try her hand at assigning chores, considering she had the most freetime of anyone aboard besides perhaps their captain.

Zoro lets out an unhappy breath. "It's fine." He says in a way that makes her jaw ache with sympathy.

"Please. I am new to this, I'd be happy for any guidance." Robin tells him. In truth she wasn't even exaggerating. Back as a child chores had been assigned to her, so the concept made her a little uncomfortable from the onset, and during the most of her life she had been alone under nobody's guidance but her own. As Crocodile's right hand such trivial matters had been taken care for her and the revolutionary army had been full of people taking initiative by themselves. On board with their motley crew, she had known to appreciate the chore board. It was a quaint wooden board with nails and plaques with their names so they could be hung at the individual tasks for the week. The original one had been made of paper, hastily added to by Usopp as they had gained more members. Franky had installed a more permanent version with the Sunny.

Zoro appears to be embroiled in a battle with himself as she muses but she knew to wait for him. This wasn't an easy situation for any of them and if Robin was honest, she would very much like Zoro to return to his old duties. Not only for the selfish reason that everything ran more smoothly before but also because Zoro thrived at it.

It was amusing in hindsight. When they had met, Robin would have never guessed him to be so… Caring? Perhaps motherly applied more. Motivated?

Zoro, she had come to know, applied himself to everything he did, be it swordsmanship or something as trivial as a game. She wonders where he would have put his duties as their acting first mate on that gradient.

"Chopper's afraid of the washing machine Franky installed and he's better at inventory anyway." Zoro finally says and Robin listens intently. "Can't have Sanji, Brook or Franky on it because they'll be weird about it." He says with exasperation and a roll of his eye. "Luffy won't really do anything besides fishing if he's not supervised. And cleaning the deck needs more people if it's not you or Franky doing it or they'll take all day and night. Not everyone can grow more arms or jet boost." He trails off at the end, shrugging with one shoulder as if to give his words less weight.

Robin hums, feeling a little foolish at not having considered so before. "Ah, I forget sometimes." She says with a chuckle and Zoro snorts, bemused. She pushes off the table and adjusts her assignments. "Is there a task you feel particular about?" She asks as she does.

"I usually just do whatever's left." He says.

[ghostofchaos-past]

okay, I'm finally posting my good omens fic masterlist. then I'm going to bed i promise

this list will probably be added onto as i discover more fics, but here is what i have so far

also keep in mind i have no clue if I'm doing this right

- Since Eden (Till Armageddon) by ikarakie

the british museum needs to take their nose out of crowley's damn business. OR, a 200 year old journal full of crowley's pining and confessions ends up on display.

literally the first good omens fanfic i ever read, and it is heartbreaking and fluffy and amazing and so well worded oh my god nothing but praise for this thing

- Against the Bitter Cold by EdosianOrchids901

A pointless temptation assignment leaves Crowley stranded in the middle of a snowstorm. By the time he stumbles back to the inn, he’s so cold and disoriented that he can’t even remember why he was outside. Aziraphale is ready to lend a helping hand.

pre any relationship, sick hurt/comfort, absolutely beautiful and adorable

- love is not a sin by planetunderseige

Heaven gives him the ultimatum. Never see Crowley again, or get cast away. The choice is easy. Aziraphale falls.

ohmygod so heartbreaking, short and sad and beautifully written.

- Falling Slowly by ShesAKillerQueen98

Three months of peace after the failed apocalypse ends in tragedy as Heaven finds a new way to punish Aziraphale, one that's much more permanent. Will he and Crowley be able to pick up the pieces?

the description undersells it. normally when i say a fic broke me, I'm exaggerating. I'M NOT FUCKING EXAGGERATING THIS TIME. this is my all time favorite fic, pure angst and sadness with a slight bit of fluff at the end, absolutely beautiful and it left me sobbing. wahoo <3

- get religion quick (cause you're looking divine) by brinnanza

So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing. It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.

oh poor oblivious aziraphale. i love this fic so much, the most plausible, in my opinion, to how their love confession probably would go.

- Don't Be Afraid Of The Dark yet again by EdosianOrchid901

Aziraphale is attacked by a group of humans who want to control his powers. He’s incapacitated by magic and unable to defend himself, totally helpless. But something dark and powerful bursts out of the shadows to rescue him.

angry crowley. scared crowley. its what i live for. cw for violence in this one obvs, but wow its sweet

- darling, let me hold you by @goomens

There’s no use thinking about it, ruminating over it. The bitter disappointment and crippling shame of it all. Crowley sniffs harshly, blinking the wet from his eyes and takes a deep, shaking inhale. He slowly steers the Bentley away from the pavement and drives. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but it hardly matters now.

a band-aid in these trying times. post the end of season two.

[tswkento]

whether he’s in the middle of a heated argument or being pissed at something out of his control, nanami won’t ever yell. he doesn’t see any point in it and he doesn’t enjoy the sound of his voice raising, so why would he.

arguments with you always end in a calm conversation even if initially you do yell, unable to keep it in yourself, and it’s okay because it’s a clear indication for nanami to stop whatever the hell was going on and show you that he was really trying to understand you, but was having a hard time.

and the only time kento is seen yelling is when you put yourself in danger.

it’s like he can’t control himself; the fear in him controls him, stepping on every single thing that’s sensitive and fragile, and kento’s mouth opens before he can think about his words properly. his trembling arms grip your shoulders and his usually impassive gaze is wide open in unfiltered terror as if he is trying to make you feel whatever he is feeling.

and the way you stare back at him; with your mouth slightly agape and a vaguely distant, almost foggy look in your eyes as you wheeze with every breath you take.

and he continues drilling you about how stupid your decision was, how you even dared to do something like that when he’s right there, how could you be so reckless — in the middle of an abandoned warehouse with slowly dissolving curse plasma and the faint sound of street ambiance being disrupted by his harsh voice.

he closes his mouth shut only when your weak voice joins his, a small, broken chirp as you start shaking in his hands, “‘m sorry, kento—”

the rage in him dissipates and he lets go of you, the thought of his fingers leaving bruises on you making him step away in fear of hurting even more. he rubs his face roughly as he looks around with newfound wariness, noting his glasses and weapon laying on the concrete surface just like they were when he threw them away in order to get to you.

nanami turns back just in time with your knees giving out; able to catch you and hoist you up against his sturdy body as his worried gaze roams over your features, brain trying to muster up something good enough to calm down your disturbed mind.

your tearful eyes meet his and nanami lets out a shaky exhale as he blinks away the unwanted memories of people he’s let go of in the past decade.

“i apologise for my outburst, i just—” he swallows through the dryness in his mouth, hugging you closer to himself. “i can’t see you die. i wouldn’t be able to take it.”

[melonalemonade]

happy aziracrow as promised 🫡

[johnny-depplyloveyou]

Posting wips again, I shouldn’t have tried to start so many of these at once… RIP my executive function 🥲

[asteriskdisasterisk]

me when Lex and Dusknoir parallels

(the difference between them is that one has done harm on purpose, while the other has done harm on accident--and yet the outcome remains the same)

thought about what you said some time ago about lex and his Teeny Tiny Issue(s) regarding his feelings and it made me wonder if Ollie has ever seen past whatever sense or visage of Holding Yourself Together he constantly tries to uphold and how much he seems to be persistent on holding it up like it would kill him to do it again.

like. just a scenario with the two of them alone where lex lets himself be vulnerable for a moment and bears his heart down for a moment and ollie sees how much its covered in claw marks that are there from how much he had to restraint himself from showing vulnerability and any emotions that could've gotten him killed. just trying to hold it all in for so long where it was impossible to know if some of these were there for the sake of survival or because it's all he really knew how to do with these at this point. hoarding it all in, letting it boil aside and praying to anything, anyone that it won't kill him. and it won't kill him, oh goodness no. but it will make him feel like he *is* when the emotional hell boils over, and the fallout of everything he repressed will inevitably burst and not even his own heart will be able to hold it in anymore.

and ollie sees it all slowly boil over from the side, and it's scary. lex, for as much as ollie knows, was the only adult that truly matters. someone who acknowledged that ollie was subjected to growing up *fast* without much force because whatever disgraceful 'parents' the kid previously had didn't bat so much as an eye at the idea of "leaving a child to grow up on their own" and thought of it as bad. let the kid be on their own! surely it won't cause some emotional issues in the long run, no way.

so ollie sees it happening, and asks if lex is okay. if he feels *fine* or if he wants to at least say what bothers him. because the kid cares! who wouldn't! but for lex? little wittle lexicon, doing so much as confiding in the people most important to him? tsk tsk tsk, in your dreams, maybe.

so lex just lies through his teeth and says that he's fine. everything is under control, everything is fine and dandy, and whatever cathartic inferno thats slowly eating away at him is just nonexistent, so longer as he pretends that it does. but deep down, he isn't sure what to say to the kid. because for all the faith and all the appreciation he has for the poor bulb', there is just so much and so *little* that ollie can do in this situation that could lessen the emotional burden that lex has on his back. he would never burden the kid with something such as this, even if she would take a critical fire blast to the face for him. it hurts to know that ollie cares, because lex will quite literally *never* care for himself.

anyways yeah they've been on my mind lately. sorry for the ramble.

THIS. ALL OF THIS.

Ollie is just a kid. Lex doesn't want to put his hurt and pain anywhere near her (and he's got a million and one excuses for it). But Ollie is hurting too, and it would mean the world to her if the two of them could mutually confide in each other.

If the dark future has taught Lex anything, it's that "unnecessary" feelings get in the way of survival. To be soft and open and vulnerable is a death sentence. It's a hurdle that Lex has to pass if he ever wants to have deep and meaningful relationships (and something he isn't fully aware of having, given his amnesia). And Ollie is determined to drag him over it, kicking and screaming. That old man will be emotionally vulnerable if Ollie has any say in the matter. And the thing is, it did work... For a time.

But then, you know, Dusknoir happened. And then that hurdle turned into an obstacle course.

Ollie saw it happening in real time. Lex finally opened up a little bit, only for that newfound softness to be trampled over. Dusknoir's betrayal was more than just that--it was also a setback. Not only did Lex's willingness to be vulnerable get him hurt, but Ollie too. She's just a kid with a whole life ahead of her, she's more important than Lex... At least, that's what he thinks.

Lex closes himself off again. He can't stop and think about how he feels anymore. It's painful for Ollie to see, for her dad closest friend to turn into this shell of his former self. She can't stand to see Lex tear himself apart all for her sake, she loves him too much to allow that. But what can she do?

It all boils over eventually, but Lex isn't the first to pop. Ollie just wants her dad friend back. She's already lost so much. Lex doesn't think his presence means that much but it does and Ollie wants to smack him upside the head with it.

It doesn't help when Lex is reminded of his original mission with Grovyle (and its consequences). He doesn't need to be convinced to sacrifice himself. And then for him to disappear without so much as a warning to Ollie? It's too much. Tears mixed with despair and outrage, begging and demanding him to not leave.

Then she's alone again. Months on end of a horrid emptiness. The world feels just a bit quieter.

...Then one day Lex comes back. As if nothing happened. And it all comes back to her like a rush of ice cold water and shes running to him while crying and yelling and there's this terrible mix of joy and rage in her heart as she collides with him and oh thank the skies above that it's real and not a dream but how dare you leave me how dare you how dare you how dare you--

She's clinging onto him like her life depends on it, scared that he'll disappear again if she lets go or looks away, and she makes him promise that he won't leave again. Of course he says yes.

And when Lex sees Ollie jolting awake at night, plagued by nightmares and tearfully curling up closer to him, he thinks that maybe he ought to change something. If his disappearance could cause this, then...he needed to rethink things. He doesn't want to hurt her any more than he already has.

[ineed-to-sleep]

Some sketches I did to try to get a feel for what I want my Rook to look like 🤔

[dotted-clouds]

Replaced.

[demaparbat-hp]

Want to know what I believe? It's right here

Dig a little deeper and it's crystal clear

.

(WIP)

[cannot-catch-a-god-damn-break]

i feel like people are sleeping on the idea of childhood friends Danny and Jason

where Danny is caught up in grief and what not and his parents decide to move to amity cause it would aid there research and be good for Danny.

And then after bad Fenton parent stuff happens Danny goes to gotham for uni and throughout all of this has still had contact with Dick or Tim idk and sees them every so ofter and finds out Jason has been alive for around a year now and is so pissed

then its a slow burn of the batfam trying to get danny to not freak out and trust them and then jason and danny slowly getting together and falling in love. (Maybe even through in some interactions with the joker or red hood)

Yeah i love this idea and really want people who can actually write to make this

[ccrisntok]

Good thing.

(spoilers for most recent drdt ep)

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.

now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.

He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.

(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)

The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.

The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.

And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.

(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)

The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.

anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)

[let-roman-bite-someone]

thinking about how Virgil probably understands how Logan is feeling right now. how Logan feels like no one wants him around anymore, no one values his opinions, the other sides occassionally villanize him or act like he's the problem; and Virgil gets it. he knows exactly how it feels.

and that's why he doesn't make a big deal out of Logan jumping to conclusions about his present. it probably hurt Virgil to see Logan immediately assume that he didn't care enough to prepare a good present but in the end, all Virgil says is “and you thought I would just get you a newspaper”.

because he's been in this exact position before and in that moment, it was Logan who gave him some believable assurance that he is not unwanted, that his presence means something to the rest of them.

so when Logan jumps to a conclusion and assumes that Virgil doesn't like him all that much, Virgil doesn't take it personally. he's just returning the favor.

[athousandbyeol]

i can't stop thinking about this scene.

it was so light-hearted. sheng wang was all-smiley after finishing (perhaps multiple rounds) of revising and studying. but the lively atmosphere simmers down into this thick and stifling tension once jiang tian opens his closet.

honestly, if i were sheng wang, i would have so many questions too. why is he packing? is he going somewhere? but where? so, whatever sheng wang is thinking or feeling at the moment is valid (to me, at least, it is.)

i think it has so much to do with sheng wang's expression here (liu dong qin, the actor you are) that breaks my heart into tiny, million pieces.

it's in the way his eyes follows every movement of jiang tian, but particularly directed at the opened luggage, that has me thinking of sheng wang's fear of separation. the trauma he experienced when he was just a little boy.

i can't imagine how he felt when he saw his beloved mother collapsing to the ground—at the age so little to grasp the situation—to comprehend the meaning of sadness and grief and death.

he was broken. he was devastated. but those feelings as a child were just feelings. but the adult sheng wang now understood that those feelings come with bitter memories and realisations that death is inevitable, and death is permanent. his mother won't come back to him no matter how frequently she visits him in his dreams (and wake).

his heavy breathing. his fixated stare. that feeling of abandonment is washing over him again. they're coming in slow, steady and destructive.

so when jiang tian approaches him with the said book that has more extensive questions, he still can't look away. not until jiang tian realises that sheng wang's attention is now elsewhere.

and he finally asks,

i personally adore how benjamin acted this scene out. jiang tian immediately glances over at the luggage, somehow already knowing the context/direction of this conversation. (it's in the subtlety of benjamin's acting here that has me going nuts.)

when sheng wang asks this question, it reminds me of this scene in episode 1,

jiang tian was looming in front of sheng wang's house, wondering if he should stay or leave. possibly his only destination would be uncle ding's house. maybe he has nowhere to go, to be honest.

sheng wang immediately called him, voicing out his thoughts. and the context is similar—are you leaving?

although jiang tian answers sheng wang's question, not leaving him hanging the way he did in episode 1, it's still not enough. the reason being, as of right now, we're knowledgable of sheng wang's past. but what about jiang tian? we know nothing about him. we just know this boy is closed off and distant and cold and grumpy. but why?

these questions are the answers. but sheng wang doesn't know. not yet.

they could have just dropped the conversation here. but this is one of (the many) things i notice about sheng wang: he's always curious. always seeking answers. even in his studies, he would ask crab (i love you, friend) for the solution. and we saw some instances where jiang tian would share the method he used, etc, only to help him. and i think it's being presented at a different light here. sheng wang is waiting. he's waiting for jiang tian to give him answers.

as jiang tian says it's a habit, it might not be the answer sheng wang wanted, but it was needed, at least, only for the night.

it's so overwhelming to me how jiang tian has always been providing sheng wang with safety, happiness, anger, irritation, fun, answers and questions. how susceptible sheng wang is with everything jiang tian is. they are like mirrors reflecting one another. because for me, jiang tian is like a closed book, but i could understand him once i start reading. but sheng wang, he's more layered. he's open but also secretive. he expresses emotions, but not everyone reciprocates and understands him. not until jiang tian.

and i'm no longer sane in the head because of this.

[magicpiano]

I have seen a few DCxMarvel dimension travel fics, and quite a few of them are of them are Peter Parker post-blip. Which gives me a crack fic idea: everyone who got snapped ended up in the DC universe. Yes, all of them.

The current world population is around eight billion, so half of that would be 4 billion... Yeah that would cause so so so many problems. But the DC universe is used to crazy shit.

Obviously there would be a sudden influx of "new" heroes and villains but with absolutely no context it is hard to figure out who is who.

Batman immediately trying to make contingency plans for all these new heroes and villains as well as figure out their civilian identities but this is very difficult because literally no records exist yet.

Magic users from both worlds team up, but I think they were still unable to fix it, the infinity stones were just too powerful. Also I think Dr. Strange and Constantine can't stand each other.

While I am at it, Wonder Woman and Loki would probably hate each other too. DC is more Greek but it has had their own version of Norse mythology, so maybe they are the same and have beef?

They would struggle to feed and house that many new people, but getting them jobs and integrating them into society would be hard too. And good luck proving anything anyone says. "You swear you have a law degree from Harvard? Okay I guess."

Do doubles exist? Yeah a lot of people probably don't have an alternate universe double, but it stands to reason some do. How do you deal with having a new kind-of twin? Or a dead friend or relative coming back, but different? Or even someone you never knew/doesn't exist in this world insisting they are family.

Some au double ideas I have seen people toss around are: Dick Grayson as Richard Parker, Kara Danvers as Carol Danvers, Steve Trevor as Steve Rogers, and Slade Wilson as/being somehow related to Wade Wilson, but I am sure there are other fun ideas out there too.

The snap didn't just affect humans/earth! So other planets are having the same problems.

Then randomly, five years later, just when people were getting used to the change, they all disappear again without warning. This causes as many problems as the original appearance did.