#ooh the angst

[spicycinnabun]

“Friends don’t kiss each other,” Eddie said, breathing the word harshly between them. His fists clenched at his sides. He saw Steve’s eyes widen, his head twitching like he was just barely concealing the urge to look around and make sure nobody had heard that. Eddie barrelled on. It was a courtesy that he was even lowering his voice. He didn’t have to. “If you want to keep on pretending that’s all we are, you go right ahead, Steve. But I won’t be.”

[swoopswrites]

me? attempt to write a lie low at lupin's/early release from azkaban fic? its more likely than you think

(read it here x)

snippet below ....

have I not suffered enough? He wants to ask, but the man before him has no time for Remus’ suffering. 

War hero that he may be, order of Merlin that may sit in his office drawer, Remus knows that magical society would never deem there to be an end to the suffering of a werewolf. Moody is no friend of his. 

“What about-” 

him; spectre that haunts Remus’ thoughts, waking and sleeping. Ghost that dogs him wherever he may try and run. Shame of his flesh, more shameful still that Remus cannot bring himself to regret what love they shared. More shameful still for the love left over,  that has not been eclipsed by hate. 

“Black?” 

“Alastor,” Remus hates them, that whole little boy’s club of adults that still treat him like the child he hasn’t been since he was bitten. Like the child he never got to grow into. Dumbledore, Moody, the whole fucking lot of them. “Don’t be sadistic.” 

Moody snorts, like Remus has seen right through him, which of course he has. He remembers when James and he would come back from training, scared witless and shitless by their great lord overseer mad-eye moody. He thrives off the fear, Remus knows. Lives for it. 

“Black is innocent.” 

[nagihiko-dayo]

In a blink….

[childrenofcain-if]

I know everyone wants fluff for Christmas, but I'm built different and would like to ask for scenario where MC comes back to the town for Christmas + school reunion and they meet their exes there heuheu

the people on discord have spoken:

you’ll get the scenario around christmas 🤭

[bowandbrush]

hey @exhaustedwriterartist, you said that little league was for your OOH disaster twins? Sorry I snatched it and made this for you

Sorry I probably got details wrong and I kinda just filled in your AU with stuff that isn’t specific since not many small details are there yet. Also yeah I didn’t know what to do with them as tots lol

Yeah this is super messy and not really well sketched out 💀

hope you like it :V

[yanaleese]

Karma with a reader obsessed with Dior and what not?

Honestly, Karma couldn't give jack shit about MC being obsessed with Dior. It's actually in his favor, since he gets a ton of money from his unethical job. Plus, his mother is obsessed with designer brands so he has a good eye. So - prepare yourself with a billion accessories, dresses and/or suits, and vacation days! He will happily spoil his Xaxi to pieces <33333.

However, just make sure you're within your boundaries. To Karma, your gifts are earned through sheer hard work. Failure to put in the work, or become dependent on his gifts will result in him giving more sentimental gifts. And if you fail to see the meaning in those (which shows why he invests in you in the first place) then you get no gifts at all.

Another thing he also strongly despises is your indecisiveness. More specifically, it's not really you being doubtful of purchases, but rather what you focus on most. If you become a lover of money and things, you will lose his affection really quick. It will come to a point where Karma will force you to choose between him and your things. And if you choose that over him, you won't be getting a torture or a kidnapping session - you'll be getting a swift kill.

Because you're not working with a lovestruck Karma. Neither are you working with a Karma who's desperate for your love.

Instead, you're working with a Karma who's lost everything:

You.

[circuitsfantasies]

Heyy, if you’re still up for Roblox Pressure….can you do a Sebastian & Teen!Reader angst? Like the reader is near death and is dying, Sebastian found them but can only hug and give them comfort during their last moments before their last breath…

I’m craving found family…..DOOMED ONES THOUGH!!!

(no problemo! Always up to write Sebastian stuff!! TW for mention of death and blood!)

Found then Lost (A Sebastian Solace fict)

You were probably the youngest here at Urbanshade before things went to shit. Even before then, you worked like a dog after being framed for something you didn't do. You had a good or at least fairly decent life but still being ripped away from it at such a young age was unfair and you knew it.

However, one prisoner stood out to you due to the fact you actually treated you like the kid you were. His name was Sebastian Solace and out of everyone, he helped you the most even if he was in a similar situation to you.

It wasn't long before that comfort was quickly stripped from you.

Your small found family was already torn apart and after you were sent on a dangerous mission to retrieve a crystal after the whole sight was on a lock and all forms of hell had broken loose. One by one your teammates had been picked off and now you, a teenager was left alone.

It wasn't long before one thing led to another and you were spitting up blood onto the cold floor beneath you, all you could do is cry out. You wish Sebastian was here. You wished he hadn't been taken from you.

In your painful state, you heard a familiar voice... Sebastian? You couldn't believe your eyes upon what you saw. What had Urbanshade turned him into?! Though due to his size once you picked you up cradling you in his large arms protectively you felt a sudden rush of calm come over you.

Sebastian was in agony seeing you like this. He fought as much as he could not to leave someone as young as a teenager alone in this hellish facility but he was given no other choice. But he didn't want to meet you like this again... He could tell you wouldn't last much longer. All he could do was soothe you telling you " You'll be ok kid..." hoping that you would pass on peacefully.

His soul felt like it was ripped in half when the light left your eyes, you body now limp as the blood pooled onto the ground.

Sebastian was alone again.

"I'm sorry... I should have been here sooner... Kid." Sebastian's voice softly whispered through a sob as he was left alone again.

[desultory-novice]

"There Will Be Blood Shed"

" '...Don't do it?' " " 'I want to live...?' "

"I wanted to live too."

"...Once..."

-

Soooooo, as you can imagine, I finally listened to "The Only Thing I Know For Real" from Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance and while apparently the character in question became something of a meme, for a first time listener, the song hit hard enough that before I knew it, I was sketching murder boy doing what he does best.

Like, not every line hits hard, but a significant number do.

"Memories broken" -Check

"The truth goes unspoken" -To Adeleine? Oooh yes

"I've even forgotten my naaaaaame" -Check and check

"I don't know the season or what is the reason I'm standing here holding my Blade" -I love the "don't know the season" part especially because on Shiver Star "summer" is what we would call "winter." Poor, mixed up kids

"A desolate place without any trace It's only the cold wind I feel" -That's Shiver Star in a nutshell

"It's me that I spite as I stand up and fight" -"Spite" in the sense that he's only hurting himself by doing this but also he regrets finding himself forced onto this path, yep...

"The only thing I know for real There will be blood shed" -See title

"The man in the mirror nods his head" -Reminds me of the Apologies title card I drew where Noir and Blade are reflected upon each other in the gleam of the sword.

"The only one left will ride upon the dragon's back" -....Okay, I have no witty comment here. Dragons are just a rock song thing! Oh! He did wear that dragon onesie when he was little??

"Because the mountains don't give back what they take." -Pfft! I'm sorry! I got curious and listened to "Wheelchair Sam" FIRST and thanks to that visual of him rolling down the mountain, I can't hear any of the "mountain" lines without laughing XD

"Losing my identity Wondering have I gone insane?" -Ahem! Back to serious and yeah. Though, Noir was usually too focused to stop and question what he was doing (...he couldn't dare...)

 "Looking downward from this deadly height Never realizing why I fight" -Ahh...this one hurts, thinking about all the nights he would sneak out of bed to hang out on the roofs and the number of times he peered over the edge (into the abyss...) Though Noir knows why he fights, he probably spent a lot of time wondering why he's alive

-

「やめろ？」 「まだ生きたい？」 オレも生きたかった… …かつて、な。

Sometimes I hear certain chunks of dialogue in Japanese in my head first and have to translate them into English to get down what I want them to say XD And I just really like the idea of Noir being "I might've sympathized, but I just don't have room for that anymore. I have too much to do before the end and you're standing in my way."

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 21: all the ashes in my way

"But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my way." -Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier

Regent Masterlist Part 20 A03 Mundane Macabre (Main) TW: mention of infertility

September finally came to a close without much fanfare. The month had seen the very world rocked and many people were still left reeling from the implication that they had very nearly had a war with the Infinite Realms to contend with. Gothamites were eager to get October over with, thanks to the Rogues deciding Halloween was the perfect time to launch an assault against the city. 

However, with the new found peace established between the aforementioned Realms and the mortal world, with the encouragement of the Phantom vigilante (a self-proclaimed ghost who haunts the Ridge), Gothamites cautiously prepared for Samhain celebrations instead. 

It was a big deal to Phantom. 

Outside of his vigilantism, Danny Nightingale was doing well in school, test scores and grades soaring through the roof. An almost visible weight had been lifted from his shoulders with the abolishment of the Anti-Ecto Acts. He even began to hang out with the youngest Wayne, Damian, outside of school to the surprise of many. 

The Waynes and Nightingales were becoming closer by the day with Jasmine and Jason’s relationship status revealed and all the cards laid out on the table between all involved. 

Jasmine and Dick Grayson bonded over their shared Eldest Daughter Syndrome, while Jazz and Steph bonded over villainous parents. Add Cass to the mix, the three women got along like a house on fire.

(The three enjoyed their girl time, bonding over clothes, movies and the occasional beat down.) 

(The two loved to tease Jazz about Jason.) 

With the two lovebirds (a Nightingale and a Robin), their relationship had changed dramatically…though only a few knew why.

There was something wrong with her body and for the life of her, Jazz could not figure out what it was. 

She’d been nauseous lately, especially when she was a good distance from the ground. Typically, one might chalk it up to a fear of heights, but Jazz had never ever suffered from acrophobia. Perhaps the altitude adjustment? That didn’t make sense either because she’d been a vigilante for months and had no physical reactions to sudden elevation change. She’d even thrown up a couple times on patrol. 

It also didn’t explain why her breasts were tender and aching. Her armor was lightweight enough that it wasn’t causing undue pressure, but the preternatural metal remained uncomfortable no matter what she tried. 

And her head was killing her. 

She’d refused to take patrol of regardless of her ailment, whatever it was. Her little brother could tell she wasn’t feeling well and had tried his best to get her to go home early even though Jazz refused. 

Her gut instincts were trying to warn her, to be hyper vigilant in her defense of the Ridge. There was something coming and Jazz did not want to be caught unprepared. 

However, it was during a semi-weekly girls night with Cass and Steph that Jazz’s life was sent careening off course into the wide blue yonder. 

The three women were hanging out in Jazz’s new apartment, a cozy place with three bedrooms that she shared with Jason and Danny, and we’re settling in to watch a movie that’d just been released on dvd (Eat Pray Love). Steph had spared Jazz a confused look at her odd mixture of popcorn and ice cream, but didn’t say anything. 

They’d barely started the movie, the warnings of anti-piracy ignored (gothamites) when Steph exclaimed, “oh!” 

Cass was quick to pause the movie while Jazz choked on a mouthful of sweet and salty goodness. 

(Sweet Cass merely patted her on the back.) 

“You’re pregnant aren’t you?” 

(Jazz had just gotten her airway cleared too.) 

Naturally, they had to wait for Jazz to recover from her choking fit and inhale almost an entire bottle of water before she was deemed fit enough to answer Stephanie’s question. 

“No, I’m not pregnant!” Jazz retorted, though the thought of-

baby?

 -Kept ping-ponging around in her head like a cracked jar of marbles. 

She couldn’t be pregnant.

“You and Jason have slept together right?” Steph questioned, a particular gleam in her eye that Cass copied almost immediately. 

“Baby?” The ballerina added in her blunt way of speaking. There was almost a palpable sense of excitement in the air now. 

And yes, Jazz and Jason did have sex, almost nightly if she was honest… but she couldn’t have children thanks to her ecto-contamination. 

(That day had been one of the most heartbreaking times of her life, being told she had no chance of being a mother.) 

(She had dreamed of a little boy and girl to raise, to love indefinitely.) 

(She had told Jason and could see he was a bit heartbroken too.) 

(Nonetheless, they had talked about adoption and fostering.) 

(Already planning the life they wanted together.) 

Jazz didn’t realize she was crying until Cass launched into her arms for a hug, spilling popcorn everywhere.

A/N: Here's the beginning of what I'm calling the "Angst arc". Its actually a pretty long chapter I had to split up. This will be combined with either parts 19 & 20 or 22 when its later posted. content warning because I know infertility can be triggering to people. Its part of the story for a reason, I promise.

The regent masterlist is updated with new parts and the unoffical playlist for the regent series.

Thanks for reading!

PS: Yes, black mask has no idea what he's in for.

PS 2: did you know Eat Pray Love came out August 13th, 2010? 2010 is when the social media AU is set for regent. Thought it would be cool to include a movie that would have just released around that time.

[theagenes]

House of the Dragons — The Green Brothers

[ironunderstands]

I've seen some people mention that at the end cutscene of 2.2, while everyone else in the dreamscape looks to be waking up/seems dazed, Ratio looks composed????? Like this is a normal Tuesday and said people said "what if he's been awake from the Order dream for actually a while lol"

Thoughts, o Aeon of Reading Comprehension?

Knowing Ratio, yeah, he probably figured out he was in a dream pretty quickly, perhaps even as early as 2.2.

There are two things that confuse this though:

It doesn’t linearly become Ena’s dream, there’s no specific moment in time where everything is no longer reality. Rather, the entirety of Penacony is slowly falling into the dream, with people like the Trailblazer going in first because of their sensitivity to Memoria. Honestly the Ena’s dream thing is very confusing, but what I’m trying to say is that it’s difficult to pinpoint when exactly Ratio woke up, but we can make a few assumptions

We just don’t see shit from Ratio’s end like, at all. The amount of screentime he has versus his importance in the story is nuts, to the point where I think they are almost deliberately hiding what went down on his end. Like bro how did you figure out Dormancy, what happened 😭

However, even with these limitations I still have somewhat of an idea of what I think happened.

The Ratio we meet next to Aventurine and Topaz following our “defeat” of Sunday likely isn’t the real Dr. Ratio. Because well, look at him. And look at them for that matter 😭 “The IPC is going to leave Penacony alone” “I Veritas Ratio am working with the Genius Society” this seems more like wishful thinking on the Trailblazer’s end rather than something that could ever happen in reality, especially since in what universe would Ratio find the time to somehow convince and work with the Genius Society on a topic neither he nor they would care about.

Moreover, this scene is also meant to make the audience go “hmm, something’s up” so the twist that it was all a dream had more impact. However, in that scene, Himeko and Welt also comment on how weird their behavior is, which makes me wonder. Were Himeko and Welt (and by extension Dan Heng and March) also experiencing the same dream as TB, or are they also fake, and TB’s closer relationship with the other members of the Astral Express makes them more realistic in Ena’s dream, objecting to the IP3’s behavior in a way they would in reality?

Anyways, tangent over, the point is, that Ratio wasn’t real, so where is the real Ratio? I’d say he’s experiencing a perfect dream of his own, just like everyone else on Penacony.

Which is why he woke up so early. Sure, the memokeepers could have sensed he was useful and woke him up so he could help wake others up, something which we can assume he’s doing based on the singular frame he gets in that cutscene.

Just based on vibes, it looks like he just helped those two people in the back wake up, and now he stands up to look at the Hunt arrows/stars/meteors? Shooting across the sky.

However, I want to entertain the idea that Ratio woke up on his own, because realistically, he 100% could.

Ena’s dream, and well, Penacony in general offers a perfect reality, and that’s not something Ratio believes in. He would immediately notice everything is too good to be true, and that would cause the dream to fall apart. Interestingly, Ena’s dream also seems to tailor itself to the individual, so what would be too perfect for Ratio to ever believe it could happen in reality?

I’m sure you have already guessed the answer.

How was it, Veritas Ratio? Having the thing that unraveled your dream be the one thing you have wanted all your life? How does it feel, knowing that being acknowledged by Nous is something that could never happen to you in reality?

How was it?

I still think it could have happened in other ways, or maybe he avoided falling into the dream in the first place somehow, but ultimately, I prefer my idea the most.

I hope this satisfies your question

[allastoredeer]

>:D Imagine if some lingering impression of Vox's hypnosis was still floating around in Alastor's head somewhere?

Every now and again it'll jump to the front of the line and thoroughly freak him out before he dismisses it.

The suggestion: Stay with Vox, Trust him, Join the team-

Al (concerningly nonchalant): Just gonna repress that impulse again.

JUST GONNA REPRESS THAT IMPULSE AGAIN

AL, NO! THAT'S NOT HOW YOU FIX THIS T.T

But ooooh hoooo 👀that is - that is a tasty morsel right there. That is exquisitely flavorful.

What'd make it worse is if the impulse gets stronger the closer he is to Vox. It's easier to repress if he's just listening to Vox's voice over a speaker, or seeing his face on one of the TV's around the city, because in that case, it's a screen-through-a-screen--it's more filtered--so the hypnosis isn't as powerful. Especially since Alastor doesn't watch TV or watch any screens for a prolonged time, so he can't gradually be influenced by Vox's power like the rest of the city has.

Additionally, since he and and Alastor haven't come face to face since Alastor returned to Pentagram City, the impulses have never gotten bad. Just an inconvenience he has to shoo away on occasion.

That is, until he and Vox are finally in the same room together, and Alastor is reminded just how long he's been gone, just how strong Vox's hypnosis is, and just how much he underestimated it's lingering effects.

It hadn't caused him too much problems since returning. He hadn't felt a super significant pull when they broadcasted their silly little diss track across the city. He didn't think he needed to worry. But when he see's Vox's face and hears his voice, authentic and unfiltered through another screen, he knows immediately this is going to be a big problem.

Further headcanon: Alastor's shadow is unaffected by Vox's hypnosis, so whenever Alastor starts to sink too deep into it, it's the one that gets him out of there - via shadow travel or shocking Alastor out of the trance (maybe through whatever shared connection they have).

[arkham-guard-dp-au]

... Casually throws more fuel to the fire

Residents of Arkham learn about Danny and his "death day" in one way or another. (Coincidentally, it aligns with the same day 2nd Robin died cause of Joker here)

What caused an uproar was when Danny slipped about how during his "death day", he's in quite a bit (read: a lot) of pain and he thinks it might be because of having no grave. Which- oh boy... BATMAN DIDN'T GIVE YOU A GRAVE!?

"Wait wait- what do you mean you don't have a grave!?"

"... I mean... Kinda hard to have a proper funeral of sorts when there wasn't a body left to have one and all. Plus, why would Batman give me one, anyways?"

Everyone's looking at Joker and later Batman. They're both in hot shit. Mainly Joker atm since Batman ain't in Arkham for them to target- at least not until they do a massive breakout just to solely torment him later on.

Like you said, it's mostly general concensus at this point that Death Day is painful. Physically and/or mentally, the amount depends on how much angst the author wants to give.

That being said, you'd think that would mean Danny would take that day off. But we all know he is also the kind of self-sacrificing idiot that would so cover a co-worker's shift that day after being litterly begged too, thanks to understaffing. That or he just forgot but I'm pretty sure it would be hard to forget after the first few times and Jazz would probably call him like before, during, and after his death day because it is just traumatic all around for Danny.

Furthermore, he probably doesn't want to call and talk to Sam or Tucker about it because it makes them feel guilty and he doesn't want to bug them well they are off doing collage things or whatever. Even if his friends are 100% willing to be there for him.

As for the whole inmates knowing about it. Idk if Danny just let it slip or something, perhaps made a joke thinking that no one would believe it anyways. Completely forgetting this is Gotham and weirder things had happened. Though now there is a debate between the inmates on whether Danny was resuscitated, brought back through superhero shenanigans, or is just a zombie or something.

One particularly brave and/or foolish inmate just straight up asks Fenton if he eats brains. He gets a confused no in response, so most tend to cross zombie off the list after that.

[money-and-dandellions]

what if in the tyrants tomb Lester would get scratched not in the abdomen but somewhere on his face

like his chin or cheek or somewhere much more visible (not an eye cause um; I am sure he would lose it)

and after that the infection seems much more terrifying and is hard to bandage properly and neatly and he cannot really effectively cover it (he tried but it is too visible; and the long-sleeved t-shirt could be just like 'oh he cold it's fine' because April is still quite a chill month) so when the virus gets worse it is visible

[sinclairstarz]

i cant stop thinking about them :(( ignore the bad quality

[sepia-mahogany]

After all, children of others could never compare to children of one's own.

She turned to Wei WuXian and pointed at him, "Wei Ying! Listen to me! Protect Jiang Cheng, protect him even if you die, do you understand?!"

Madam Yu raged, "Did you hear me?! Don't talk nonsense to me, I'm only asking you- did you hear me?!"

Wei Wuxian couldn't struggle out of Zidian. He could only nod his head.

Jiang Fengmian stared into his eyes. Suddenly, he reached out. Only after pausing in the air did he finally touch Jiang Cheng's head, slowly, "A-Cheng, be well."

Wei WuXian, "Uncle Jiang, if anything happens to you, he won't be well."

Jiang FengMian turned his eyes to him, "A-Ying, A-Cheng... you must look after him."