#maybe I should stop with the angst…

[rewordthis]

So no one wants to read gonana, huh… or could it just be I’m not good at writing these two?

[bekmadethis]

Which brother did this?

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[bleep-bloop-boo]

guys what if i hc will's birthday in the winter?

You know the hc of him having seasonal depression? What if i hc him hating celebrating his bday bcuz he never sees the point of celebrating by the time it rolls around and he never has enough spoons to deal with a party? what then??

[evereverest2]

):

[boxwinebaddie]

y’all whenever i post angst

[sakitenmaenjoyer]

it's so funny how everyone brings up that tsukasa starved himself for a role, but nobody brings up the fact that he

1) ate the day of the audition to be in top form

2) went out to eat with wxs in part 2 of his card story

[astrobei]

castle byers angst,,, i’ve been waiting for you,,,

[muchmossymess]

you guys have no idea how much i think about the malice champions (the game calls them "hollows" and thats quite frankly terrifying)

[strangersynth]

reducing mike and el's love for each other to something that'll make their relationship stumble and fall if not evaporate when they break up will never not be like emptying a room and then walking in and wondering why its empty.

[neon-moon-beam]

Arceus is imprisoned in Nimbasa City Midtown, as it should be.

[autistic-katara]

when the music ur listening to’s got vibes enough for u to forget the fandom ur in rn cannot write for shit

[2iced2coffee]

me: *trying to work on ch35 of wud*

also me: what if i…write a post-arkham knight jay/sab au instead…and…they’re soulmates…

[koma-time]

Lawrusso + The Sailor & the Baker!au

[mistyechoes]

uh sorry for posting weirdly it will regrettably happen again

[cerise-on-top]

Ok I have another request and this time is about our favorite merchant zacharie.

Ok i have a theory that Zacharie might have been a player in the past and like us he also have to defeat gardians but there were more than 4 gardians that time like the toad king . Zacharie has add ons which are a pair of wings and two sword that can shape shift into a cat . Yes Judge and Valarie were add ons as well .

Now as to what happened with him , let's say zacharie didn't complete his mission for some reason it can be because he doesn't like the genocide he was causing (the zones weren't that messed up back then) . So as a punishment for not completing it zacharie ends up being stuck in the world. It has been ages and he was starting to forget about his past , the only thing he remembers was his younger sibling that he misses alot and hopes that they never end up here . Judge only remember that zacharie used to be a puppeteer once and that's it while Valarie doesn't remember anything other than the fact that Zacharie is a good friend with them

Now fate can be really cruel and they ends up being batter puppeteer. Of course y/n doesn't recognize him because of the mask but they finds his voice familiar. Batter obviously noticed how egar zacharie was talking to them and when the player was taking a break near the save block which is inside the shop , batter asked about it and he told him since he can't really lie to him , at one point batter asked why didn't zacharie tell them ? Zacharie laugh abit and says he won't be here if the mission is a success

Now a timeskips after they turned off the switch after saying goodbye to both batter and Zacharie. When they wake up in their room they finds a mask and baseball hat , under the mask there was picture of young zacharie giving young Y/N a piggy back ride

Holy heck, this is so angsty, I am in love with this prompt! Not to brag, but I cried on three different occasions while writing this B) But yeah, I hope you don't mind me making this a bit longer, I really wanted to turn this into a short fic since I got struck with inspiration!

See You Again

That was it, the end was nigh. There was no corruption left where there was none to corrupt, and soon, he was to join the Pandemonium, too. Zacharie had it coming, karma always found her way to get her revenge. A mission he never fulfilled cost him everything he never cared much for in the first place. And if it cost him his own life to not be the cause of a worthless genocide, to be the catalyst of a cycle repeating itself over and over again, then so be it. If only fate hadn’t been so cruel towards him to leave him with the one thing he wished to keep safe. C’est la vie, he would tell himself in hopes of not breaking apart. C’est la vie.

“You know, Zach, you’re like the older brother I wish I had. Thanks for everything, really! I hope I’ll get to see you again!”

Those words held so much more meaning than you could have ever thought. When you hugged him, he couldn’t help but take in your warmth, how the smell of meat, plastic and sugar clung onto you. This was worse than any nightmare he ever had. Why did you have to go through this? Why you, of all people? One last time, he was able to hold you, and now it was time for one last goodbye. Perhaps, if god was real and benevolent, there might be the slimmest of chances Zacharie would get to meet you again in another place, in another time. When you let him go, he kept his hands on your shoulders for just another moment, eyeing you closely, taking in what he still could.

“Omnium meum amatum es. Me paenitet ut non te poteram tueri.*”

Amused, feigning annoyance, you sighed and smiled at him. “Rude! You know I don’t know Latin!”

“It’s but a saying said before a fated battle, for that the moirae may be on your side. Stay strong, I believe in your victory.”

The sadness in your eyes was but a splinter of what he felt in his heart. There were few words he really meant when talking to a customer, but everything he ever said to you was as truthful and heartfelt coming from someone focusing on repentance and survival could get. “I’m proud of you.”

For a second, your sadness and rue were replaced with confusion, unknowing where that came from or what prompted such either. Still, you took any kind words you could get from someone like Zach. With a nod, you strode off, leaving Batter a bit behind, who seemed to be keen to interrogate the merchant regarding his behaviour towards you.

As per usual, little time was wasted when it came to Batter, and he desired to satisfy his curiosities immediately: “Why are you so eager to talk to my Player?” If Zacharie hadn’t known any better he would have believed the puppet was threatening him. It didn’t matter to him anymore either way.

Putting on a smile, even underneath his mask, he knew there was no point in feigning ignorance. Besides, what miracle could happen at this point? “Worry not, my direction-dependent companion, I have no intentions with them. One last goodbye was all I had planned.” A short pause interrupted him. Was he really going to tell this to Batter of all people? “Your Player is my younger sibling, I simply wished to tell them the words I wish I had been able to say sooner. This chance was my last and only one, and with all things final, they must be memorable, for I don’t know what will happen after the Room’s purification. I must ask you to not tell them.”

“Ok. Why didn’t you tell them yourself?”

“That is simple, my friend: If I did, it would impede your mission. I have failed mine, so I would prefer if Y/N didn’t. Though, I can say that I have done what I could in assisting the both of you, therefore playing my own part. If I have done it well enough, then I won’t see either of you ever again. I say this with no malice, you were my most valued customers. Although to say your duo wasn’t more to me than that would be dishonesty. But alas, face the Queen and complete your mission. I trust that what I started will finally be brought to an end.”

“Batter, we’ve got a final battle to fight! We’re almost done!”

One last chuckle left Zacharie’s throat. “You better go, it seems they’re getting impatient.”

Even so, for just a moment, Batter stood still, disregarding your command and delaying it for another second. “...I’m sorry.” And with that, he left. For as long as he could did Zacharie watch your silhouettes, until they finally vanished when you ascended the stairs.

One shaky breath and the realisation of his entire body tensing up. Uneven breathing, the wetness on his face, and the memories of better times, when he didn’t have to worry about the world, his world, ending. C’est la vie.

And thus, everything faded to white.

When you fell out of your bed, you still felt groggy. How could you not? Looking at your phone’s clock, the time read 15:34. At least you had no responsibilities that day, a comfort, if nothing else. Just how tired were if you had slept for 17 hours? Did you dream well? You honestly couldn’t remember. There was some form of adventure involved, maybe. Ghosts and religion and weird rings, maybe. Sports too? Well, it was a dream, they’re known for being weird.

You looked around your room, it was messy since you couldn’t be bothered to clean it yesterday. Typical Friday fatigue. And yet, despite the chaos, your gaze fell upon your desk and the contents on top of it. Nothing unusual, except for a photo frame. The frame showed a picture of a young boy giving an even younger you a piggyback ride, and hanging from the frame was a baseball cap.

Why were you crying?

*You're everything I love. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.

[nostalgia-tblr]

(More than) Six Sentence Sunday

Somehow I have almost 6000 words of this fic yet I failed to find six sentences in a row that seemed like they could be posted on their own and/or that weren't a bit too fucked up for such an early hour on a Sunday morn.

So as I mentioned previously, I am smushing together the most horrible place from Thor: Ragnarok and the selfcest pairing from the Loki series (again), because there we find a baddy who will gleefully weaponise their concern for each other to make them cater to his increasingly disturbing demands just for the fun of it. This bit here is not that fucked up though, as it's near the start when it's all just swearing and flirting and vague threats, tra la la I'm sure they'll be fine...

“My Loki,” (and Sylvie is already sick of hearing about him, thanks very much), “well, I’m sure he’d have jumped at the chance to fuck himself, you know? And it’s not like you two have just met, you must have had more than enough opportunities to, you know, try it out. But you haven’t. So tell me, honey – why is that?” Again Sylvie shrugs, as though the idea holds no possible interest and the question doesn’t bother her in the slightest. “He’s not my type.” “That’s what I like about you,” says the Grandmaster, reaching to pat her lightly on the cheek, “you have no qualms whatsoever about lying – even to me!”

I'd like to blame this fic partly on the people who complained about Sylvie being 'mean' and 'rude' because that's what first made me wonder if she would be able to do the dance of flattery to placate some needy tyrant. (I decided that the answer was 'no' and that I wanted there to be fic where this was A Problem.)