#im crying after writing this

[kpop---scenarios]

[3:17am]

"I miss you." You whisper, wrapping your arms tightly around your boyfriend, Han, as the two of you slow dance in the middle of the living room. He holds you closer as he chuckles into the crease of your neck.

"I'm right here, my love." He whispers, placing gentle kisses along your neck and face.

"I know, but you feel so far away." You sniffle. "When you're gone, it's so lonely. My heart aches for you."

"You just have to remember baby, no matter where I am, I'm always in your heart." He whispers. "I'm always watching over you."

"Do you promise?" You cry.

"Always, my love." He whispers, his voice fading quickly. You open your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks as you stand in your living room, wondering why he had to go away?

Every night, you were dancing with his ghost.

[magpie-trinkets]

continuing that "maya tries to contact claire" post, i present you the post-Spirit of Justice follow-up

[julijbee]

girlbossing too close to the sun.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Chat have we discussed drunk chess with cherik cause i just think. That would be the darnedest silliest thing they could do

[crossthread]

No jokes here. The Navy’s best pilot and the Navy’s best admiral. Between them, eight air-to-air combat kills and five stars. These were men who commanded respect with or without your approval. This was the picture of ruthless competence.

Debriefing (& Other Stories) • part 2 of Easier Done Than Said by @compacflt

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

i... wrote a smol fic (っ´▽`*)っ

also!!!!! If you haven't seen it - shoutout to first ever published fic in Ninja Showdown/My Immortal Soul tags - Lustrous Red by @missadmyre !!!

[yintsukareta]

TW// SH, mentions of suicide attempt, blood, topics relating to it, ummm yeah so like maybe this is a vent but like shhhhh

It had all become too much to bear. (name) was tired. They'd ask themselves time and time again why exactly they hadn't continued with an attempt from months ago.

They knew it would be better. It would be much easier to just disappear. To be done with everything, and to just be buried 6 feet under the ground.

They took out a blade from the nearest sharp thing. A pencil sharpener. They took a bit of time to unscrew the nail on it before freeing the blade from the plastic.

(name) stared at it. It was sharp. Sharp enough to cut through the worthless skin of theirs. They took it and they pointed it at their wrist.

Cut

Cut.

Cut.

Their blood trickling to the surface of each cut. Their mind's thoughts filled with how much they deserved this. How they deserved each scar, each bruise, each little bad thing.

The door opened, letting in the light from the hallway into the room. "(Name)?" A familiar voice called.

Their thoughts dissipate in only seconds as they heard it. The door's light shining exactly on them, and the blade in their hands.

His eyes widen at the sight, before he quickly rushed to your side, taking the blade out of your hands and into his pocket.

He examined the cuts, before he looked up at (name) in a pleading way. His eyes feeling hurt that he wasn't there to bear it with his love.

They only turned away from him, feeling guilty about this. They felt guiltier than they did earlier. And it didn't help that he looked hurt. It only made them feel like they deserved these scars even more.

He quickly and silently finds a first aid kit, returning to (name), who was now sitting on the bed, looking as depressed as ever.

He took some bandages, wrapping it around their arm. After he was done, he put the bandages back, before quickly hugging them.

"Please.. Love, don't do this to yourself." He said, one arm holding their head, the other rubbing their back. "If there's anything.. Anything, at all on your mind. You can always tell it to me."

(name) felt tears forming in their eyes as they blinked, trying to keep them from rolling down their cheeks.

"If you can't tell me in person. Then you can write it to me." He said, still holding them tight in his arms. "If you don't want to tell it to me at all, then that's fine. Just please.."

He looked them in the eyes, his hands now holding (name)'s tear stained cheeks. "Don't do this to yourself.."

(name) couldn't help the sniffles and sobs that escaped from their mouth as they cried more.

He pulled them swiftly into another hug, rubbing their back once more.

"There there.. Let it all out. It'll be okay." He whispered, his voice calming and full of care.

It would be a lie if (name) said they didn't feel calmer. And they thanked the heavens that they had a caring partner like this.

[goldengrecha]

How are we feeling today, people who read pokespe?

[lost-in-fandoms]

Angry kitten knight Max. Not as much kitten time as I would have wanted. Part 1 here.

Daniel is sparring with Alex when Max comes to get him.

Daniel sees him cutting through the courtyard, people jumping out of his way after one look at his stormy expression, and barely manages to avoid Alex's next hit, attention already fully on their Captain.

When he comes closer, Daniel can see his clenched hands, cheeks splotchy with angry red, eyes steely. It's not a rare occurrence for Max to get snappy and angry, but it's been a very long time since Daniel has seen him so genuinely upset.

"What happened, Captain?" he asks, handing Alex his practice sword without looking, other hand already raising towards Max's shoulder.

"Come with me," is all Max says, voice icy, dodging his touch.

Daniel wouldn't even think about refusing, but Max doesn't give him a chance to anyway, immediately turning around and marching towards the barracks, exuding so much fury it almost feels like the day is a little darker.

Daniel is pretty sure he's done nothing wrong. He's had his shift on the walls earlier in the morning, to which he wasn't even late, had some lunch and then went to the courtyard. He's also pretty sure, despite Max's behavior, that this doesn't actually have something to do with him. Max had been stuck in yet another council with the King for the best part of the day, which never puts him in a good mood.

When they reach his room, Max pushes the door open so violently it bounces off the wall with a bang, taking two final steps inside and then.

Stopping.

Daniel gently closes the door.

He can see the tension in the way Max is holding himself, ready to snap like a bow cocked for too long, breathing heavily as if he had run the whole way around the castle, and not just walked up two flights of stairs.

"Max," Daniel starts, immediately discarding titles as they always do when they're alone, but then he doesn't know how to continue. He doesn't know what Max is upset about, what he needs. Doesn't know if he'll explode if Daniel prods, or if he'll break.

Max turns around to face him. His jaw is still clenched, frustration etched into every single one of his features, but it looks like he's making an active effort to breathe through it. Daniel isn't sure that will work.

He readies himself to speak up again, but Max interrupts him, words spilling out between gritted teeth.

"He is so, he does not listen! I have said that we cannot, of course, keep holding onto the western border if he keeps insisting on pushing the eastern one, but he says..." his hand slashes through the hair as he exhales heavily through his nose, anger choking him.

"We will just lose men and land if he goes through with this plan!" he snarls. Daniel can see him starting to work himself up even more, and he takes a step forward. He understands where Max is coming from, he really does. It's his men, their friends, who will be sent to a useless and avoidable death if the King decides to go through with this. It might be him. It might be Daniel.

So yes, he understands Max's anger and frustration. But right now his priority is another one, and that's making sure Max doesn't breaks his teeth by grinding them too hard.

"I have shown him, over and over, but he is so..."

Max is still ranting, but Daniel just places both hands on his shoulders and pulls him in a hug, holding him still even as he squirms, with a sound that's almost a growl.

"Max," Daniel says again, squeezing him tighter. Max stops moving.

"Tell me what you need."

For a second, he's sure he miscalculated and Max is actually going to pull back and go back to his rant, or maybe punch him, but then Max slumps against him, forehead landing heavily on his shoulder.

"I left the council before being dismissed, or I was going to get beheaded for regicide."

Daniel can't help himself, lets out a huff of laughter, feeling the way Max giggles a little too. It's not that funny, Max is going to get in trouble for it, but it is a little funny, the idea of the Captain storming out of the meeting room to avoid snapping the King's neck.

"I'm proud of you, I kinda like your head where it is," he says, half joking and half fond, pressing a kiss into Max's hair. "Now, will you tell me what I can do for you?"

He knows that the reason Max came all the way to the courtyard couldn't have been just to rant at him, but he can't quite figure out if Max wants to have sex or to just be held like this.

Turns out, it's neither of the things.

"I need..." Max hesitates, carefully extracting himself from Daniel's hug and looking at him with unusual shyness. He doesn't finish his sentence. One second Daniel is patiently waiting for his boyfriend to let him know how to help, and the next he's looking down at a kitten, sitting between his feet.

He smiles, crouching down and offering him a finger to sniff. He understands now. Feelings are easier when Max is shifted, his brain quieter, all complicated thoughts less important. He's still fully Max, fully present, but it's easier for him to sort through the bullshit, to let his senses take over a little.

"Hi, baby," Daniel whispers, running his fingertip over Max's soft little head, lightly scratching behind his jaw. Max blinks up at him for a second, before turning around and jumping onto the bed, curling in a tiny little ball on top of the pillow.

"You want to take a nap?"

It's not a smart idea, Max will for sure have people looking for him, and Daniel has things to do, but Max blinks at him, somehow managing to pout even in kitten form, and Daniel is on the bed before he can even think twice about it.

Max impatiently waits for him to settle, meowing with his little kitten voice and hitting him with his little kitten paws, climbing on top of him as soon as Daniel stops moving. He curls up on his favorite spot, right on top of his collarbone, wet nose pressed against Daniel's neck, and Daniel can almost feel the moment he lets go, fully relaxing on top of him.

He can for sure feel it when he starts purring, more loudly than one would assume for such a little thing, and it makes Daniel smile.

Neither of them really falls asleep, but it's enough to be like this, in this little room, just them for a little while.

[bartonbones]

i want to say it louder than in the tags but the way the poison scene is like. yes inej's deepest desire is to be known and to be trusted and to know and to trust and to be disarmed and to disarm someone else and most of all for someone to ask permission and wait for her to grant it, and that she wants that person to be kaz, but she knows it's a dream because she knows kaz isn't ready to do that yet, and even if she's dreaming, even if it's in her own head, she refuses to force him...she'll wait for him, she'll wait for him for longer than she should but she's not going to force him, ever, even in her own dreams, because she knows what that feels like--so she wakes up, she fights it, i love that she's the only one who is able to do that, the only one who has mastered herself enough to recognize when a dream is a dream who has the agency and the strength and desire to live for herself and make her own choices and take her own power even when there is no one there to take it from...

and then for her to know that kaz is going to have to be touched against his will, and to know that she's the one who has to do it, and the fact that it's true, that she's the only one kaz would let pull him out of that--because at the end of the day all this self-mastery and agency and power that kaz brekker forces himself to believe that he has pales in comparison to the woman who has been through unimaginable violations and yet reclaims her own body and her own physicality, even though it has been every bit as hard for her as it had ever been for him, becuase at the end of the day inej is the only person he trusts understands that in himself, that weakness that sits just beneath the surface, and the only person who understands how to protect it, who might, even, one day, understand how to heal it...

the fact that for a few seconds, in-between the past and the present, in-between life and death, kaz brekker feels someone touching him and is relieved when he sees that it's her. for a few seconds that trust and that love and that understanding breaks through the panic and she holds him, just for a second, and for a just second kaz brekker remembers that touch can be a comfort, can be a respite, can be something that reminds you there is something outside of your fear rather than being the epicenter of it...

and then it's gone. it's gone and he panics and it's too much and he stands up and he doesn't look at her and he lies about what he saw, becuase it's always going to be two steps forward one step back with these two, but that moment was there, and it existed, and for maybe the first time he really can connect this idea, that there is a future for him and touch, just like there was a future for inej, and that there could be a future for them both, and does he want that? does he? he wants--he wants-- etc. etc. and so forth i'm going insane

[alchemicaladarna]

Hi sorry, I'm ill about the soul vulture arc again. Because q!Bad made choices in his grief, in his rage, thinking he will never feel an ounce of happiness again because he thought his kids were dead. Q!Bad's Acceptance was never of accepting that grief and learning to live after it, but rather, it was the silent admission that his children were dead and there was nothing he could do. No rage, no monster, no demon, no power in heaven or hell could bring them back. It was Acceptance. But the cruel twist of fate was the fact that he was wrong. Pomme, Dapper, and the other eggs were alive, actually. By the time he found out, however, it was already too late. He was long gone, and every choice has a consequence, and he suffered the consequences of his choices like hell.

Q!Bad was dead long before he fell in the lavender field one hundred feet away from the house his children built. One hundred steps away from his sleeping children he fought so hard to keep safe, under all costs. He died the night they were taken away, because they were his soul, his happiness. Everything that mattered in the millenia he's existed, nothing could compare to his children. He died that night; and all those months where it seemed like he was alive, where he was "healing" was the grim reaper bargaining with himself to hold on a little longer for his children.

Q!Bad loved Dapper and Pomme, and Richas, and all the eggs- he loved them so much it hurt. He loved them so much that love became his hell- his purgatory. Q!Bad loved them until the moment he finally stepped in his grave and couldn't bargain any more.

He deteriorated for months. He was literally melting from the inside. The vultures pecked at his body and fractured his soul. The radiation melted the skin off his limbs, and the brain inside his skull. It hurt like no other death, but if it meant seeing his kids for one more day, then that hell was more than worth it. And the physical pain wasn't the worst of it- no, eventually, he forgot his children's names, their faces, he forgot his own name, and he forgot himself. Memories slipping away like lost fragments of time. Until his death, when he was barely himself anymore.

People noticed, but never really did anything to stop it did they? I mean, who are we kidding, even if anyone spoke up, nothing they could have done would have prevented the inevitable. Dapper knew the fate his father subjected himself to. She knew what scars from soul vultures looked like, and she tried to find a cure. He tried, when he still had his lab, but there was never enough time. No science or magic could ever remedy what was already destined to happen.

And Pomme, sweet Pomme, stayed with her father until the end. She gave him health potions- "medicine"- to help his ailments. And she had so much hope she lived in denial- she thought he was getting better. But the truth is that the memory lapses and the illness never ceased because no medicine could ever resurrect a fractured soul clinging on to his deceased body.

Then Q!Bad finally relinquished himself to the sweet mercy of death. And when he arrived, he found the promise of paradise- the promise of Home, where he would never have had to suffer a painful hell again. But he chose to come back to live and to suffer once more because this time, his children were waiting on the other side. For the first time, the scales were balanced, and his happiness was halved because he had a home that was worth living in, and a life that was worth living. For the first time in the millennia q!bad had been alone, he had love. And that was enough.

The story has always been about love and loss, and the beauty of love and life, despite that loss. That's why the soul vultures arc is my favorite, and also why I nearly cried halfway through writing this. Because love thrives in spite of the loss, and the grief, and the personal hell. When death comes, and it always does, and time has eroded every portrait, or photograph, or memory- all that is left is love. And that love is hope, as well as grief. It is joy and sadness. It is heaven and hell. It is simply love.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@dollsuguru pspspspps……….. the teeniest tiniest sneak peek just for u ………………..

[clownery-and-fuckery]

I dont think I'll ever get over Tech's face during his and Omega's talk.

The way he was so open and genuinely showed Omega he was hurt by her words, and thought hard to articulate what he really wanted to say. He didn't understand at first, at first it didn't make sense why she was so angry. But once he did, once he realised it why she had a hard time, he tried.

He didn't know exactly how to say it, because he's used to his brothers knowing- but you can hear him use less neutral "We'll move past this" language to "It's hard. I dont always like how i do it, but I care."

He reaffirms that he understands he doesn't have a conventional way of showing his love, but he still loves infinitely, like she does.

It makes his line "there are many like us" line mean so much more. Because this is him saying I love you. This is him showing her he looks up to his brothers- he sees them, he always looks to them and he adores them. They've always been the most important thing to him, and with Omega he learns to show that. It's beautiful, it makes me sob.

I could write so much more on him.... on this scene, on all his scenes. I am him and he is me, it's so- I can't describe how nice it is to really see yourself and know that it's okay. That people understand and even enjoy those qualities. Getting mushy but he really does hold a special place in my heart.

[maxthesillyy]

thinking about. i dont know how to phrase this really but. chloe and frank.

like. when Chloe killed Frank i (, personally,) feel like her guilt from it was less because she killed Frank, and More because she Killed Someone (and their dog).

but!!! thats not to say she didnt feel guilty for killing Frank. because she definitely did. because on some level. despite everything. despite all of his shitty behavior. a part of her still cared for him. that tiny 15-17ish year old part in her still cared for him.

because that 15-17ish year old with intense abandonment issues in her only had. a small handful of people in her life that actually cared for her, and when THOSE few people aren’t even doing the best job at it— it’s no shit that Chloe’s standards for Good Friends are going to be Immensely dropped.

and so. it’s kind of like what happened with Rachel, but WAY less intense. when she found someone who didn’t hate her, and was willing to hang around her—after so so long of people hating her and not wanting to be around her— it makes sense that part of her would kinda latch onto them a little bit.

and so, even after all of the shit she’s learned he did— even when Frank starts to hate her— even when he threatens Max and her’s lives— part of her keeps remembering him as one of the few guys who stuck around when no one else did.

it’s just that. no matter how bad the person— if you’ve known someone for years, and they were one of the only nice people to you in a town where theres like. four people that are nice to you— it’s gonna hurt if you kill them. even if it was self defense. even if it was entirely their own fault— even if you two aren’t on even remotely good terms anymore.

ESPECIALLY for such a sentimental person like Chloe. taking that in consideration it makes me wonder. maybe she didn’t feel bad for killing Frank. maybe she felt bad for killing the person Frank used to be to her. but maybe she realized that That Frank already died long ago.

but yeah. im mentally ill. take everything i said with a grain of salt considering it is 12:07 AM.

[bruciemilf]

you know that gut wrenching thing called “making your parents cry”?

how do you think the batkids deal when they (accidentally) make bruce cry?

There's exactly three stages of grief all batkids face after an argument that leaves Bruce in tears.

Most of it is intentional. You have moments when you're good, and moments when you're human.

1) There's a deep seeded feeling of confusion because why is he crying? He's supposed to be the father, the mountain, the spine of steel holding this down without complaint.

2) Guilt. A rain and storm and ocean of it spilling down in waves over a cheek, because parents were humans before they were parents, before they became something else.

And however much you'd like to avoid thinking of them like that, you realize you're not quite a person to them, either. You're their child. They're your parents. You'll never be less and they'll never be more.

3) The self loathing bites them hard.

Dick is the oldest, scarily used to getting his feelings hurt and hurting other's feelings, so the first day, he doesn't make a peep.

But it's at night, when he has nothing but darkness embracing him,he wishes he could be a baby again and curl up in Bruce's arms, in his temple of love. Jason relates. Tim, too.

It's not hard to imagine them burning energy crying, wondering if Bruce would like them if he didn't love them. If he'd forgive them if they weren't father and sons.

I can imagine them being too afraid to ask, " Do you still love me?" After every argument, because it feels unnatural and unfair and cruel to ask your parent that.

What are they supposed to say? What are they supposed to do but love you?

And Bruce wouldn't say no. But Dick doesn't like himself enough to believe that. Neither does Jason or Tim.

Yet, -- Bruce can tell. Bruce can always tell. And he's the first one to heal things, to fix the broken and kiss the hurt away.

"...Do you want me to stay for dinner?" I'm sorry.

" Yes. I always want you to stay." I know.

[gelakaien]

I have this silly headcanon where Yuuji, after finally saving Megumi from Sukuna's claws, downplays the King of Curses one final time inside that mental/innate domain before the couple finally defeats him. It goes somewhat like this:

Yuuji: You lost, Sukuna.

Sukuna: SHUT UP! Fucking brat... !

Yuuji: You lost, because you made one, big mistake.

Sukuna: A mistake?

Yuuji: Fushiguro. You hurt Fushiguro.

Sukuna: Haah? Didn't I tell you that time, brat... because of you... everyone was going to die-

Yuuji: Enough, Sukuna. You hurt Fushiguro, and that's all it took. From the moment you took him hostage, you had already lost. Because I promised to save him. And I would do it again, I would save Fushiguro no matter how many times it would take. Because...

And at that moment, Yuuji smiles.

Yuuji: I love him. Fushiguro... Megumi... I love Megumi. You messed with the man I love, and that, of everything, of every hell you put me under... stealing Megumi from my side was the worst thing you, or anyone, could've done to me or him.

But now everything will be alright. Megumi is finally safe. We can finally be together. I will be forever by his side, and neither of us will ever feel lonely again. We can watch the sunsets and the laundry sunliting together, try new cookings and desserts...

It was only after Megumi crossed paths with me, that I realized how lonely I was. Around him, the world'd feel brighter, colorful, and lovely. It was never lonely or boring around him. Because...

I, Itadori Yuuji, love Fushiguro Megumi.