#ooooh angst

[drykoolaid]

*throws down violently then runs away giggling*

[on-a-lucky-tide]

in the mood for angst today but imagine nikprice having to hide their relationship and trying to act 'normal' (as they can be) because what if the news of a british captain and a russian criminal/fugitive gets out and becomes a scandal?

Your wish is my command.

cw: SAS-style shovel talk?

John stood in front of Major General MacMillan's desk and watched the second hand tick by on the clock above the Major's head. Waiting. He knew what this was about. He could feel the nausea roiling in his gut like poison, more full of dread than he had been before Pripyat.

"'M sorry tae have tae ask ye this, John. I wouldnae if it were not a matter of national security," MacMillan said. Mac was a pragmatic man and he had enough spine to look at his protegé when he asked. "Are ye an' Nikolai an item?"

John swallowed the knot in his throat and dropped his gaze to meet the Major General's eye, his fingers tightening on his wrist behind his back. There was no point in lying. MacMillan knew. This was only to hear it from John's mouth before telling him it had to end. The poison felt like it was clawing up John's gullet. He wanted to be sick. "Yes, sir."

MacMillan leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes, his clean shaven jaw, and then looked at the wall on his left. It was covered in photographs, certificates and medals of valour. There was only one image he was looking for. The photograph they took after surviving a bad encounter in the Congo; the relief to be alive was palpable from the look on their faces alone. "Aye, well, tha' complicates things," he said finally.

John said nothing. His eyes fogged over and he swallowed again. Keeping it together through sheer willpower and self discipline forged through twenty-one years of service. He would rather be anywhere else in the world at that moment, including a KorTac detention site.

MacMillan tapped the files on his desk, fingers drumming like the herald of an execution in John's ears. "Ye need tae keep it quiet. Be discreet," MacMillan said. "Ye understandin' me, John?"

John let out a shaky breath, his fingers gripping tighter. "You're not tellin' me it has to end?"

MacMillan snorted. "An' if ah did tha', would it?"

John said nothing.

"Aye, thought not," he said. "This is damage control. He's 'n international arms dealer, a criminal, John. With links tae our feckin' enemy, I--"

"He's not like that." It came out of Price's mouth before he could stop it, and MacMillan levelled him with a disgruntled look. "Nik would never." Price had never felt such faith in something in his entire life. Nikolai would never betray him. Not for anything in this world or the next.

"Love makes us blind," MacMillan said. "'M sure he's an upstandin' fella, but if this gets out, then there will be talka honey traps, of spies, of..." He waved his hand and slumped back in his chair. "Ye stupid bastart, couldnae get yersel' a bonnie northern lad, eh? Had tae be the insane Russian fixer."

Price said nothing. He tried. His mouth opened, but there was a knot in his throat choking the words. Was it relief? He wasn't sure.

"Aye," Mac huffed. "'Course it had tae be. Shouldn' expect 'nythin' else." He stared at the wall again and then shook his head. "'e's good tae yer, by reports."

"Yessir." It didn't surprise John at all that Mac had collected his intel first. He would have spoken to the 141. In fact, Ghost had told him as such only two days ago.

"Good. Ye deserve tha'. Deserve someone tae treat yer right."

John drew in another stuttering breath, trying to read his superior's face. Mac had changed through the years. A desk did that to a soldier; the politics wormed under the skin and injected its venom, and suddenly you were doing and saying things the soldier in the field would have never dreamed of. It was difficult to predict which way he would go, but it seemed some of the old Mac that had fought at John's side was still there.

"This is ye only warnin'. Discreet. Keep all yer emails locked down, everythin'. He has no passwords, no access. No social media, no introducing him to your folks, nothin'. Don't gimme tha' look. This is due diligence."

"Sir."

"If this gets oot, even tae th' wider service, people bigger 'n' me will be lookin' tae broker a more permanent solution," Mac sighed. "Dismissed."

John turned to leave. His eyes stung. As his hand reached the door handle, Mac called over.

"An' John," he murmured, picking up his pen, "if ah get even a sniff tha' he's betrayed us, that he's turnin', 'll put a bullet in him mesel'."

John nodded.

Actually, there were two things in life of which John Price was certain: that Nikolai would never betray him, and that Major General Rory "Baseplate" MacMillan wouldn't even blink when he pulled that trigger.

[swordsmans]

wood is a living creature

They keep her—history’s forgotten hero, the first great ship of the second Pirate King.

pairing: monkey d. luffy/roronoa zoro (implied)

word count: 3363

ao3 tags: no archive warnings apply; going merry; the dinghy gets her own kind of klabautermann

[zero-is-nebulous]

Something...something...tragic one sided sonknux angst...something...

[bluecloudsandwhitesky]

Everyone wants Crowley to spitefully say “ I forgive you” to Aziraphale in szn 3 and I see you, I vibe buuuuuut..

I think it would be so much more devastating to have him say it sincerely. Like somethings happened to Aziraphale. Worse then when the bookshop burned down. And all season Aziraphale has been trying to get Crowley to accept his apologies, to work together again, be together again but Crowley has been pushing him away out of anger. Internally, he wanted to accept Aziraphale back the moment he saw him, but his hurt and his pride wouldn’t allow it.

This all leads to Aziraphale facing The Danger alone and things go south. Crowley finds out too late. Always too late… he tries to get Aziraphale to respond to him, to move, to speak-something. But there’s no movement. Nothing that indicates he can hear Crowleys pleas. Crowley begs and sobs and tells him “I forgive you” and that they can finally be together but alas, Aziraphale can’t hear him now. He was too slow for once. And now too late

[waynzel]

[chiotri-loves-davekat]

unfinished doodles

Davekat dump

[radarchives]

[dutifullylazybread]

Deeply and Immovably So - Chapter 9 - Update

WORD COUNT BEFORE EDITS

[mt-jupiter]

whatever you do don't think about an au where libby and nash's marriage falls apart in a similar way to jack and sarah's from lost

don't think about her looking him in the eyes, tearfully confronting him with a "you will always need something to fix"

don't think about him feeling genuine heartache despite the situation being his fault, because he couldn't keep his heart to himself

don't think about her realising nash may have showed her what a good love looks like, but that alisa was right

he always leaves the things he loves, and maybe it's best to leave first

because it's gonna hurt

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Also cant stop thinking of will graham x wife!reader 🥲

[kingbyx]

I need to write this so I don’t forget so that I can fic it later (lmk Drabble / fic prompt if anyone wants it) macaque angst, mild gore warning

Macaque failed in his task and the Lady is displeased. The thrall who calls himself a mayor requests his head, but his Lady thinks the shadow may still be of use. Still, he deserves a punishment, no? The Mayor asks to destroy something slightly smaller than a head, but no less amusing to ruin.

Perhaps it is the six eared warriors eyes that ruin his performance, the mayor says, afterall, losing an eye can quite affect one’s vision. He never did heal completely from that fight with his old love, did he?

The lady agrees. Why would a warrior named for his hearing need his sight anyways?

Go, she says, do as you wish. The mayor is eager to comply.

He rushes forward, claws of bone and ice ripping from his knuckles with a violent crack and the wet sound of flesh. He smiles.

Macaque does not struggle, chained and bruised and bloodied, has no leeway in his binds. He cannot struggle, and even if he could move he does not know if he would. His every muscle aches and his bones are weak and he is so, so tired. He cannot hope to count the wounds.

The claws rake across his eye and he screams. That is all he can do as blood runs warm and sticky down his face and fire rushes through his veins. He knows nothing but pain and it only gets worse.

The mayor removes his claws and considers taking the eye with them, but decides he likes the look of the bleeding wound too much to ruin it. It is beautiful.

Macaque feels his shadows, roused from their frozen terror at his pain, swarm his mind. They drag him down to rest and he does not fight it.

[maxwellamus]

do you ever fake the transcript 4 a drawing bc i do

anyway we're trying more artstyles!!!

[unosnarryqnablog]

Sayyy your appearance.. did you choose it yourself? Perhaps model it? Or have you always existed looking like that?

[lepus-littlebear]

(analysis?) love language < alpheratz & spica >

soooo i was re-reading my old analysis to check if there have been any mistakes abt sorcerers sending lee dam home and i suddenly realised this small thing.

The difference between how Alpheratz and Spica show their affection and care for the summoner.

SPOILER ALERT

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I’ll use Summoner’s canon official name here- “Lee Dam”/”Dam(i)”(first name) bc it’s convenient ✩

the duo despite being childhood friends seem to have completely contrasting ways of showing their love. i'll make it short~

🐨Alpheratz @ Lee Dam

"I'm worried about you. I know you're not weak but you're not fully capable of handling the things we are used to either. I'm worried you'll get hurt. I want to keep you safe as much as I can. So, I want you to stay out of the things we do. Rather than having you become one of us, the sorcerers, I would instead wish you to live an ordinary life filled with peace and leisure. Because unlike us, you aren't supposed to bear the burden you do not deserve."

Alpheratz is CLEAR about wanting Lee Dam to stay out of the sorcerers' business, even his first call was about advising her to not go out of her way to help others when they ask it and learn to say no. His love language is he knows she wants to do better but at the same time, he's worried she'll push herself too hard. He's the type to encourage living in the present rather than worrying aimlessly about a future with no guarantee card.

♍Spica @ Lee Dam

"The day we met, I felt something special about you. As days went by, in just a short time, I already had a vision of your future. I saw your potential. I know you're already good as you are but I can't help but want to greedily see what you would look like in your highest limit. I believe in you. Even if it costs me to pull you along on dangerous trips-- but it's okay, I'll protect you instead. You can achieve more and grow more becoming unstoppable. I know you're strong enough to handle the tough obstacles that are thrown at you. You're much more than what they tell you."

Spica's choices may seem conflicting and confusing but he wants to see Lee Dam becoming the best version of herself. He's helping her become the best of her. It's not because he's unsatisfied with now her but because he doesn't want her to waste the potential and capability she has. He trusts she can achieve far more greater things with her power and wants to see her standing in the highest place possible.

The childhood friends have contrasting views on their affection concerning the same person and it's just interesting when you know a glimpse of Alphy's past.

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will i make this for other boys too? idk maybe if i get time but i offer you this for now <3

[cleanfreaktisha]

🧹Broom Mod here, I just learned of the existence of the South Park episode “Buddha Box”

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