#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….

[pespillo]

my cackling witches... my ghoulies... overtaken my neurons ooooohh

[1thesewordsaremyown1]

Courtesy of the spoilers and this post, a ficlet was born.

Buck stared blankly at his reflection in his bathroom mirror. The last time he had stood in front of a mirror in his formal uniform, he couldn't help but admire himself. He filled out the uniform nicely, and with his boyfriend beside him, teasing and flirting as they got ready to accept their medal, his face had been flushed with a happy glow. But now...

Now, Buck's face looked almost gaunt. He had dark shadows under his eyes, with the normally bright blue of his irises dull and rimmed with red.

Swallowing thickly, Buck looped the tie around his neck and attempted to knot it. Try as he might, he just couldn't achieve it - his fingers fumbled with the fabric, and no matter how many times he tried to shake them out, his hands couldn't stop trembling.

A dark shape emerging from behind him drew his attention away from his own reflection. Tommy stood in the doorway, sadness etched into his own handsome features. Stepping into the bathroom, he moved behind Buck, his arms reaching around his body to gently pull Buck's hands from the cursed tie.

"Here baby, let me get that for you," he murmured softly, and Buck allowed his arms to drop limply by his side. He watched as within a minute, his boyfriend's deft fingers had succeeded where Buck's fumbling fingers had failed.

Slipping his hands down to Buck's arms, Tommy gently turned Buck around to face him. With a final adjustment to the knot, he smoothed the tie down, his hands running over Buck's chest. Ordinarily, Buck would have given Tommy a coy smile and leaned heavily on some flirtatious banter at Tommy's hands on him, but on this occasion there was nothing sexual about this act - instead, it was comfort and reassurance through touch.

Tommy's hands moved up to cup Buck's face, and it was only when he felt his thumbs brush against his cheeks to wipe away the tears that he realised he was crying.

Closing the gap between them, Buck buried his face into Tommy's chest. In response, Tommy wrapped his arms around him, cradling his head with one hand and gently rubbing his back with the other. No words were said. What words were there to say? Instead, the two men stood in the middle of Buck's small bathroom, holding each other tightly, sharing their grief. Taking comfort in each other in these few moments of solitude before they had to head out and face the harsh reality that awaited them.

Bobby Nash was dead.

[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.

[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.

[dcbutinamrev]

No but I feel like Ponyboy would reread his book not only comfort reason but to prove himself that Johnny and Dally are still alive

[theagenes]

House of the Dragons — The Green Brothers

[imagionationstation]

So, this just occurred to me. If Donnie is able to think in pictures, then those pesky intrusive thoughts would manifest in images as well and... that's not gonna go away when he's blind, but now he can't look at other stuff to distract himself...

;n;

Why would you do this to me I thought we were moots

[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

[1thesewordsaremyown1]

Inspired by this post where @azaharinflames very rightly points out that the show has had a tendency of having the 118 push Buck and his feelings aside (and that maybe the reason is to show that while Buck is busy taking care of everyone else, the only one who has been shown to do that for Buck is Tommy and hence why they belong together - check out the post, it says it better than what I have), I decided to knock together this little ficlet.

Hen and Karen's yard was the busiest it had been since their wedding. They had offered to host Bobby's wake, reasoning that they had the space and that it would be one less thing for Athena to worry about. Looking around at all of the faces, Tommy realised that he couldn't find the one face he wanted to see most. Heading into the house, it didn't take long to find Buck in the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards.

"What are you doing?" Tommy asked gently.

"Looking for containers... oh here they are!" Buck emerged with said containers in his hands, then placed them down on the counter that was currently laden with food. The man was practically buzzing with restrained energy. "I figure I would start packing away some of these leftovers for Athena and the kids."

"Why don't you let me do that for you," Tommy offered. "You get some rest."

"No, it's okay," Buck replied, already starting to ladle food into the containers and refusing to look up to meet Tommy's eyes. "I've got this."

"I'm sure you do. But Evan, but you have been keeping yourself busy nonstop since..." Tommy trailed off, not wanting to complete the sentence. "You need to have a break before you break."

"Athena just lost her husband. May and Harry lost their stepfather. I need to take care of them."

"And I love that you want to do that baby, I really do, but who's taking care of you?"

"Not everything is all about me!" Buck said fiercely.

"I never said that," Tommy said softly. "But you said it yourself - Bobby was like the father you never had. He was your family - you're allowed to grieve too. And I know you want to help and be there for Athena, and I'm honestly not surprised you do because that's the type of person that you are." Tommy tilted his head to try and catch Buck's eye and waited until Buck's blue eyes finally met his own before he continued. "But you're allowed to be taken care of too Evan. Let me take care of you."

Buck's lip started to quiver and within seconds his face crumpled. In a couple of strides Tommy was around the counter and gathering Evan into his arms, holding him tightly.

"I've got you baby," he murmured into his boyfriend's ear as Buck finally allowed himself to break. He pressed a kiss into his soft curls, his arms tightening into an almost crushing grip, determined to never let this man go ever again. Moving his lips to near Buck's ear, he softly whispered those words again.

"I've got you."

[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).