#more angsty than expected

[thaliasthunder]

dissapointing percy and calypso never got to talk about this in person

[chickenndogg]

I can’t believe in the year 2024 we got a ‘Snap out of it!’ conclusion from Chee, I thought we were over this bad cliche guys… 😭

[wangxianpromptsgenerator]

Prompt 94: Make a Wish

Takes place 10 years after the 1st siege of the Burial Mounts.

In which, Hanguang-Jun is granted a Wish, after helping a Minor Diety with cleansing the Land.

He wishes he were able to save Wei Ying. And that night he went to sleep at 9, to wake up at 5 with his love in his arms, in a world in which WWX never died. And for a while, he was content. Happy even.

Except. That he never found a-Yuan in this reality. Never saw him grow, never taught him the guqin, never hummed him wangxian to sleep.

In this Reality, his Son died 10 years ago.

It kept him awake at night, the urge to seek the Diety once again, to get his Son back to him even at the expense of his husband, even if it meant WWX was lost to him forever.

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Check the Notes for additional information.

[ghostymarni]

I present my tech mood board for my next piece, I’m really excited about it

[rithshell]

TW !! UNDERAGE DRINKING.

One of those nights.

[sturgill-simpson]

moonlight, or kaguya and I

There is a man in your bed, and you wish you could keep him there. He seems willing to stay at first, to crumple under your hands, your mouth, your near-reverent touch, but you know the truth.

Perhaps you have always known.

He is spun silver and inky black hair spilling across white silk, and you have never known religion, nor wanted to, but you worship at the curve of his hips, at the softness of his mouth. His cries are a tender music to your ears, and the blood his nails draw from your back are a gift from a fallen god.

"Suguru," you whisper, and he calls your name over and over and over in response, a symphony sweeter than angels, clutching you tight as you move in him, move with him.

He sobs, tears slipping down the porcelain of his face, and reaches for you to stay, as though you could ever truly leave him willingly. He clings to you as though you will be the one to leave him.

You bruise his lips with yours, a tender, merciless kiss. You don't let him move away, even when his cries become frantic, his grip becomes painful. It tethers you to him, or him to you.

A memory, a vision, something flashes before your eyes in the climax before the fall:

Suguru with his back to you, walking away into the darkness.

No, you will never be the first to go.

-

Suguru is ephemeral in your grasp, moonlight spilling between your fingers. He has always been this way, ever since you first met him on the steps of the school all those years ago, caught in the midst of a smile startled real from his soft lips.

You had never met someone so beautiful before, but there he was, and you had coveted him then as you coveted nothing else in your entire life.

Brash with the bravado of youth, you thought you could capture moonlight, you thought you could woo a Princess Kaguya who was allowed to wander this earth for only the shortest of times before she was called home, away from you.

And, most of all, you thought yourself special enough to keep him.

-

There is no letter left, no note, no text, no call.

He is there one day, gone the next, cloaked in the robes of his new estate and the blood of the old, to forget all that went before and to look at only what came next.

When word is brought to you, days after everyone else already knows, you realize the folly of that teenager standing on the steps and looking at the line of gleaming silver a laugh made of a beautiful boy's neck.

You were not special enough to claim him.

You were never even special enough to stay.

-

There is black silk spilling between your fingers, the taste of another's pleasure on your mouth, and the faintest hint of laughter on a distant breeze.

There is a shade in your bed, and he reaches for you with open arms.

Don't leave me, he whispers-

-and vanishes like moonlight between your fingers, when you reach for him in turn.

A laugh trickles out of your mouth, and you close your eyes.

"How cruel, Suguru," you whisper to the ghost haunting you. "When I'm not the one who left."

-

I love you, you whisper, to the moonlight drenching the soft white silk, that feels like the castoff robes of royalty gone far away from your callused hands.

I love you, you whisper to a princess gone long before you ever had him.

I love you, you whisper.

-

The room is cold and quiet, drenched in the silence of moonlight.

And nothing responds.

[louwhose]

Happy belated birthday @mistresslrigtar! I wanted to do something in time for your actual birthday but it's done now! Some OoT Zelink that uhhhh don't think about when it is supposed to take place, but I hope you enjoy it!!

-

“Link?” Zelda looked at the seven wrapped parcels in his arms. “What’s this for?”

He froze, staring at her with wide eyes. “I… thought I remembered you saying your birthday was today, back when we were kids. Did I get the day wrong?”

Her mouth fell open. She didn’t expect him to remember it, though she supposed he didn’t have seven years’ worth of memories for it to be buried beneath like she did. “You’re not wrong, but… one present would have been more than enough. I thought you said that Kokiri didn’t celebrate birthdays, so why did you get me seven?”

Link shrugged, and sat down so that he could more easily place them on the ground. Zelda sat next to him. “I thought the way you described it sounded nice. And I think the Kokiri would love birthdays, for the record, if they even knew when any of their birthdays were.”

She crossed her arms and leaned in towards him. “That is true… though I think I’ll have to choose a day to celebrate as your brithday even if we don’t know when exactly it is.”

“The day we met.”

Zelda tilted her head, uncertain she heard him correctly. “Hmm?”

“Let’s celebrate it the day we met,” he said. “I know from the Deku Tree that I was born sometime in spring, anyway. And…” He hesitated for a moment, looking back over to meet her eyes, the light catching his ears so that they looked redder than usual. “Honestly, that feels like the most important day to me. The one where I truly met the world.”

Now it was her turn to feel her face tinged with pink.

She looked down at the presents, and started picking at the twine holding one of them together. “You still never told me why you got me seven presents.”

“Oh!” Link sat up and gave her the goofiest smile. “Because I didn’t get to celebrate your birthday for all those years, either. And I may not be able to make up all the birthdays, but I figure we can at least try to celebrate them all today.”

“You didn’t celebrate ten before that with me, either,” Zelda teased. “Aren’t you going to get me presents for those years, too?”

His eyebrows shot up. “You’re right! I’ll be right back.”

He started to stand up, but she caught his wrist and pulled him back down to sit on the ground next to her. “It was a joke. You’ve already made this the best birthday ever.”

Link frowned. “But I don’t have any cake for you. And you haven’t even opened your presents.”

“Cake would feel extravagant when most people in the kingdom still struggle to find enough bread to eat. Besides—” Zelda leaned in and placed a kiss to his cheek “—I already have the best thing I could ever want.”

[bored-wallflower]

029/Amda headcanons

her real name is Amanda but the computer could only fit four letters so her name was shortened to Amda

she’s pan

she’s a Russian speaking drone

she was a mutual friend of Yeva and her husband (who I like to call Adan) they spent hours after the core collapse trying to find her but to no avail

what they could find however was a drone without and id tag who was damaged beyond recognition save for short green hair

obviously, that wasn’t Amanda, but Yeva and Adan had no way of knowing that so they were left absolutely heartbroken

although older drones like herself didn’t have families, she and Adan were next to each other in the assembly line, they were both the first person the other met and quickly began seeing each other as siblings

during their time in the labs Amanda would cling to Yeva frequently

she was a bit shy around Nori at first but quickly grew to like her as they got to know each other. At one point she even started crushing on Nori

she is and always has been scared of Alice and tried to keep her distance as much as possible, there was just something about her…

she had a bad habit of putting other people’s safety above her own which in the end lead to her demise

before dying she sometimes wondered how Yeva and Adan were doing in her absence. Did they drift apart? Did they become closer? Did either of them have a kid? If so she hoped they were cute and not… whatever Alice and her partner have going with their weird spider baby

[ctwinsduo]

Any Twinsduo headcanons? (I'm a simple guy ok-)

*cracks knuckles* - Personally I like twinsduo as biological twins and not, but for the purpose of my whack ass Wilbur species HCs I'll say they'd be adoptive siblings. But they are the same age and have the same birthday, which is why they're twins (according to Wilbur) - However if twinsduo were to be biologically related, Wilbur would be the one with the unnatural hair color (dyed brown) because it's funny - In theory Wilbur adopted Techno more than Phil did. She got lost in the nether only to come back to Phil with a little piglin trailing behind her, I like to think she pulled a "Can we keep him? 🥺" And the rest is history - Wilbur is genderqueer and Techno is agender, whenever it comes up Wilbur claims they "took all of the gender in the womb" (Which, as Techno always points out, is not even remotely the case) - Piglins display affection via light headbutts (more like a forehead tap than anything) keyword: light, young piglins often have to learn to rein in their enthusiasm a little bit, even moreso with other species. Point being, Techno has absolutely accidentally broken Wilbur's nose at least once with a head bonk when they were little - Both Wilbur and Techno have the capacity to infodump but usually Techno is the one doing most of the listening (half-listening more often than not but shhhh) Techno usually waits until Wilbur tires himself out to ramble, when they were kids Wilbur would fall asleep to Techno's ramblings before bed. Sometimes Techno would ramble to help Wilbur fall asleep during pogtopia - They get into debates fairly regularly about political theory. People think they're arguing (and they are) but they're usually having fun, though they rarely if ever come to any sort of actual understanding on account of how stubborn they both are /lh - When they do argue they're known to quickly devolve into roughhousing (at least when their arguments are more lighthearted) Techno almost always beats Wilbur's ass but Wilbur can never pass up the challenge - Wilbur gained a fondness for poetry from Techno (I like to think Techno enjoys writing in his spare time :3) - Techno was selectively mute for awhile there when he was small, Wilbur picked up sign to speak with him better. They still sign to eachother from time to time (partially for the secrecy and partially because Wilbur's hearing isn't too good from the explosions)

[sortanonymous]

Sorta Angry Comics #2 - "Group Trauma-Dump (and Friendship Time! :D)"

Alternate Title - "Angsty Birds"

[zukkaoru]

i think. everyone should stop reading my most popular fics that aren't really that good and start reading the ones with 18 kudos that are significantly better

[badsalmonella]

Hi tonight and I watched the movie Beautiful Disaster and I think I've actually discovered the most movie to ever movie.

[aquarii-if]

Liviana has never cared for birthday gifts.

In her eyes, the best parts of her birthday came from the people she was surrounded with. Even if she never got another gift again, she'd be willing to do anything to spend every birthday surrounded by people she loves. She never wants to be lonely on her birthday.

But despite the thousands of people standing outside right now, she's never felt so alone.

While the day used to be spent laughing with friends and eating the small candy her mom could afford, nowadays, she can’t spend a single second of the day without seeing reminders.

Her eyes trail down to the framed picture on her dresser, four smiling faces look back at her. She feels tears brink on the corner of her eyes as memories come flooding back. Celebration is hard when in the middle of a war, but she remembers her old friends trying their best with what they had. Cakes made out of dirt that they smashed and threw at each other, pretending the gunshots were fireworks, sneaking off to a new area to explore... Sure, it was depressing, knowing that as soon as the day was over they'd turn back to the horrifying reality, but it was nice to just forget for a little while.

Now, as queen, she no longer has to worry about the scary noises and the blood staining her clothes. She gets to spend her birthday surrounded by her citizens and a pile of gifts she once believed only existed in fairytales.

Without the friends she's had since birth.

She shakes her head, looking away from the picture, remembering what Estelle told her after it was over. "They knew what they were doing when they started the revolution. They knew the risks. You knew the risks. It's not your fault, Liviana. They'd hate to see you beating yourself up over this."

Estelle's right, but she can't convince herself to believe it. While she's here celebrating, enjoying her reign as queen, enjoying being alive, they're all stuck in Mahina's realm. The only consolation that they're even the slightest bit happy is promises and reassurances from Mahina herself, a woman who is known to not be trustworthy.

She's interrupted by a loud knock at the door, startling her out of her thoughts. She doesn't need to turn around to know who it is.

"Are you just going to sit here and sulk all day?" Estelle calls out, tapping her fingers on the door frame.

When Liviana doesn't turn around, Estelle groans, bringing a hand up to her face. "Liv, you can't keep doing this. Hiding in your room isn't going to bring them back. I know you're still grieving, but it's not going to get any easier if you don't allow yourself to take a break and feel for once."

Liviana wipes a stray tear from her cheek as she shakes her head. "I can't trust myself to not cry in front of everyone."

Estelle walks over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Then cry."

Liviana meets her eyes. "What?"

"Show them how you feel." Estelle shrugs. "They'll understand, they were there too. They lost people, loved ones, friends... They probably feel the same way you do. You're Mitan, Livi, not a machine, you're allowed to grieve and you're allowed to show that you are grieving. I promise they'll understand, and I'm sure they'd appreciate you reminding them that you do care."

They fall into silence for a moment, listening to the cheering and festivities outside,  before Liviana slowly nods. "Yes... You're right. I can be strong, but I'm allowed to feel weak as well."

Liviana turns to the mirror, fixing herself as a small smile appears on her lips. "Let this day of my birth be dedicated to those who cannot celebrate anymore. My friends, my family, my comrades, we shall use this day to remember those who are believed to be forgotten."

[eternitas]

Friendship questions: All of “Green: Truth” for Ava?

OC Questions On Friendship and Companionship

Thank you for sending this in annon!!! this was a LOT of fun! and i am so so sorry for the late reply QwQ

Green: Truth. (all of these answers will disregard any behavior during work, undercover missions or anything else related to it)

How honest is your OC with their friends? Do their friends see them as inscrutable and difficult to get to know? Or as an open book - someone with their heart on their sleeve perhaps? Is the assessment of your OC’s friends or companions completely accurate in this regard?

It seems to be a common attribute among Rains to be both incredibly open and yet never truly letting someone in. While Ava is honest and doesn't particularly hide things from his friends and family there are just some things he simply does not speak about. He is usually easy to read, as there is no reason for him to hide his emotions and when he does, it is usually less out of an attempt at deception and more because he likes to sort himself out first, before he gets aonyone else involved in his turmoil. For those who know him longer and closer it is easier to pin point how Ava feels, even if his mannerisms seem to become more reclusive when he is troubled. Squad 4 and Squalo in particular have no trouble reading Ava even in situations where he himself is struggling with sorting himself out. They also know to give him space when this happens. It's not out of maliciousness, it's more because he has never truly learned how to deal with more negative emotions in a healthy way.

Does your OC ever tell their friends “white lies” to spare their feelings? Perhaps about their appearance or personality? If so, what was a recent example of this? If not, then how do their friends find this unflinching honesty?

This completely depends on the individual. For someone like Leo who is a big tall tree with soft mushy feelings he doesn't mind sugarcoating his words or speaqking white lies. He is also very careful with his wording towards Squalo, as he wants to be as clear as possible and not relay anything that could be misinterpreted.

Lorenzo can get fucked lol.

But in all seriousness Ava usually stays rather honest. He doesn't feel like he has to hide anything and if there is something he would like not to speak of he honestly just says that. This trait is usually taken as a very positive side of his as he never forgets to be polite in his approach.

Does your OC have any secrets that they fear their friends discovering? Is there something in their past they wish to conceal? Or shameful feelings in the most secret depths of their heart which they fear would horrify those closest to them? What do they think would happen were those secrets to be revealed?

There are a few things that Ava hides. In some cases he doesn't even know himself why. The abuse he suffered from their uncle and the subsequent emotional damage, that lead him to psychologically cling to a single aspect of his identity, triggered by an incident, in which he was accidentally hit with the 10 year bazooka, switching places with his older self, being rescued by his older brother and becoming enamoured with his strength. The incident in which he was tortured excessively by an illusionist, that it lead to severe insomnia, sleep deprivation and nightmares, followed by his plea to Mammon to teach him how to detect illusions so that over several years he became a human illusion detector. His deep romantic love for Lorenzo and his desire to be with him, pretending to have a normal civillian relationship, while he is very aware of the impropability of such working in the Varia. He doesn't talk about them, but he also won't throw a tantrum if someone who knows these things tells them to someone else. He just himself simply refuses to speak of them.

Does your OC believe that honest communication is essential in order to have trust in a friend or ally? Have they ever been betrayed or let down in this regard? Did that relationship ever recover?

Ava is definitely a big believer in honest and open communication. He of course understands that there are things people wish to not talk about and he'll never force or demand peoples secrets, but he wishes for people to be honest about their feelings. This is one of the majour reasons why he and Lorenzo end up clashing so often. Lorenzo is incredibly dishonest. He can not openly speak about many things and it ends up with him saying a lot of things that he doesn't mean or that he simply says to achieve a goal, like people leaving him alone, for example. Ava wishes for Lorenzo to be more honest and trust him, so that he doesn't revert to these tactics. It really upsets him.

What is the most difficult thing your OC has ever had to tell a friend or companion? How long did it take them to broach the subject? What was that person’s response?

Ava has had multiple almost confession moments. But each time Lorenzo caught him or covered his mouth and told him to not say it. If he did, no matter how badly he wants to say it, they'd never be able to return. They'd have crossed a line and beyond that line is nothing but despair.

The one thing he was actually able to say out loud, which was very hard for him, was begging Squalo to not participate in the Rainbow Trials. Too strongly does he still remember the Ring Battles and no matter how much he trusts and believes in Squalo, that trauma will never leave him. He begged his brother to not go, to stay and please not leave him alone-- but there was nothing Squalo could do.

And once again he was rewarded with his brothers death.

[butchnavi]

got queerbaited into reading a book by chatgpt. is this rock bottom

[rose-tinted-vision]

okay where's all the Weilan fix-it fics, where's all the SID fam being happy and alive fics ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ I just cried more than I ever did the past few months