#platonic loss

[cerleansky]

My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.

People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.

Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.

It's all about connection, friends.

[aventurineswife]

helloo, may I req platonic blade,jing yuan,dan heng and moze with a teen!reader who is like sirin from honkai impact 3rd?

“You can destroy everything in your path, but you can never destroy what lives inside you”

Tags: Blade x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Moze x Reader, Teen!Sirin!Reader, Platonic Relationships, Mentorship, Emotional Struggles, Inner Conflict, Vulnerability, Angst, Personal Growth.

Warnings: Mentions of pain and emotional turmoil, Inner conflict and rage, Destructive thoughts (brief), Themes of vengeance and loss, Mild language.

Blade stood motionless, the broken sword in his hand reflecting the dim light of the underground hideout. His eyes narrowed as he watched you, a figure consumed by inner turmoil and rage. Your expression flickered between innocence and something far darker, a complex mix of vulnerability and an undeniable thirst for vengeance. Blade recognized it instantly—the hunger for destruction, the same fire that burned within him.

“You have a choice,” Blade said softly, his voice devoid of emotion. “The path you’re walking leads to nothing but despair. I know this better than anyone.”

You glared at him, eyes flickering with frustration, before your voice cracked, “I don’t care. The world deserves to burn.”

Blade tilted his head slightly, observing your inner conflict. “Burning it all down won’t make the pain go away. Trust me, I’ve walked that path.” he muttered, glancing down at his fractured sword, a symbol of his own lost humanity. He could see the darkness in your eyes, but also a hint of something more—something worth saving.

“You’re not alone in this,” Blade said, a rare softness in his tone. “But don’t let your anger consume you. You’ll end up like me. A weapon without a soul.”

Jing Yuan leaned against a pillar, the soft glow of his golden eyes observing you as you paced restlessly. The weight of the world seemed to sit heavy on your shoulders, and the way you clutched your hands, as if holding back a storm, was telling. Jing Yuan's reputation for his foresight and calm demeanor preceded him, but he could still sense the conflict beneath your hardened exterior.

“You seem troubled,” Jing Yuan remarked, his voice slow, measured, as always. “I know what it’s like to carry the burdens of the world, but you need to understand one thing: you’re not alone.”

You stopped and turned sharply, eyes blazing with unspoken words. “I don’t need anyone. I’m stronger alone.”

Jing Yuan’s expression softened, but there was no pity in his gaze—only understanding. “Strength is not always about being alone, my young friend. Sometimes, it’s about learning to rely on others. Even the greatest warriors rely on those who walk beside them.”

You looked away, clearly struggling with the idea. Jing Yuan could sense the unresolved anger in you, a mirror of the feelings he had fought to keep in check for centuries. “I know it’s hard to trust,” Jing Yuan continued, his voice a little quieter. “But don’t let your pain isolate you. It can only make you weaker in the end.”

Dan Heng sat silently on the edge of the Astral Express, staring at the vast, starry expanse. Your footsteps were soft, almost hesitant, as you approached him. He didn’t look up immediately, but he could sense your presence—tension hanging thick in the air.

“You’re avoiding them,” your voice broke the silence, a directness that took Dan Heng by surprise. He finally looked up, his expression guarded, though his dark eyes betrayed a certain wariness.

“Not avoiding,” Dan Heng replied coolly. “Just staying out of trouble.”

You smirked bitterly, stepping closer. “Seems like you’ve been doing that your whole life.”

Dan Heng’s gaze hardened. “You know nothing about me.”

“I know enough,” you retorted. “You hide behind your responsibilities, your stoic face. You think running will make things go away. But it doesn’t.”

Dan Heng stiffened, and for a moment, his calm mask cracked. He had seen too much of himself in your rebellious defiance—too much of the pain he had buried deep within. “Running won’t solve everything, no,” he admitted quietly. “But it can keep me from destroying the things I care about.”

Your eyes softened for a brief moment before you turned away. “Yeah, I get that. But maybe you don’t have to run forever.”

Dan Heng’s gaze lingered on you. “Maybe.”

The room was quiet, save for the faint sounds of your breathing as you sat, your back pressed against the cold stone wall. Moze stood in the shadows, watching you with a cold, calculating gaze. He had been sent to observe, not to interact, but there was something about you that drew him in.

“You’re restless,” Moze said, his voice low and devoid of emotion. You flinched, not expecting the intrusion into your thoughts.

“Yeah, so?” you shot back, sharp and defensive. “What’s it to you?”

Moze stepped forward, his expression unreadable. “Restlessness doesn’t serve you. It’s a sign of a broken mind. You seek control, but you can’t control what’s inside of you.”

You clenched your fists, your shoulders tense. “You don’t know anything about me.”

Moze raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps not. But I know what it’s like to feel trapped by your past. To be consumed by the things you’ve done and the things you’ve lost.”

Your anger flickered in your eyes, but there was something else—something vulnerable, buried deep. Moze could see it, and it troubled him more than he cared to admit.

“Pain is a part of life,” Moze said, his voice steady. “But it doesn’t have to control you. You can choose to let it define you or let it go.”

You didn’t respond, but the silence between you felt different—less tense, perhaps, more thoughtful. Moze didn’t expect you to understand right away, but sometimes, it was enough to plant a seed.

[leonardalphachurch]

hey ppl who write "tucker time travels back to pfl" aus. do you have tucker and the director have a relationship. bc like. thats church. like hes not church but hes. hes church. does the director find him annoyingly charming. does tucker recognize parts of his best friend in this awful man and find himself drawn to him despite himself. does he see what church could have been. does he see who church was. does he see who church is

[xia0ming56]

If you're taking requests, Erasermic with short hair? Love your art!

Aaa i missed drawing them 🥹 sry for the wait! I swear i was gna leave it as a sketch but then i got carried away n added some colour💀 hope u like it!! :D

[star-struck09]

I wish I was not, but I fear I am haunted by your presence in my everyday life.

[imagine-to-be-a-pike]

,,fenqing marriage but no one knows they are together"

Yes but what about they they hate each other and people UNIRONICALLY THINK THEY ARE A MARRIED COUPLE

Like,a quiet saturday and suddenly someone asks pei ming why he never hit on mu qing. Cos u know, canoniccaly pretty boy.

and he started to explain with complete indignation who they took him for, that they thought he would be into his friend's husband

Mu qing who has never held hands romantically: huh 🧍🧍🧍

[white-collar-cannibal]

Generation Loss // "i love when tragedies are like", tumblr user star peace

[wavebiders]

The thing that really gets me about Wyll and Karlach is just how their bond is allowed to have the importance in their narratives that it has

I mean, in games like these the cast is always going to be centered around the pc. Sure, the relationships between other companions can be developed through party banter, commentary, or even cinematics, but at the end of the day everyone's most significant relationship is always going to be the player. That's the person who most affects them and where their story is going

With these two, it's not even that Tav isn't vitally important to them both, but it's meeting Karlach that changes Wyll's life one way or another. It's Wyll that's the first person to stick out his neck for Karlach, and sends her reeling. Their bond alone is enough to convince Karlach to go to Avernus and stay alive

It's a very bold choice to risk limiting the player's importance in order to drive home the connection between two characters, and I really appreciate Larian for going there

[anotherdarkiboi]

He... he did the thing. The first time you meet (with a knife to your throat).

[tanglecolors]

Different but kinda the same

[sentientsky]

Hozier, "Francesca"

that's his daughter! his kid! u don't mess with his kid or he'll [checks smudged writing on hand] commit acts of extreme violence with no regard for his own safety (good for him)

[giggly-squiggily]

How about a lerTachihara x male reader (BSD)

Sentence starter: "You got skinnier"

"no I didn't bruh"

Hope you have a nice day, don't forget to drink water<333

{Puffs are now CLOSED!}

Ooo, Tachihara!!! I like this one! :D As is all of them; reader is Gender Neutral for inclusivity! Thank you for understanding and I hope you like it! :D

CW: Body image, discussion of weight loss

“Oi, have you been skipping meals?” Tachihara called out to you, brows furrowing. “You got skinnier.”

“What? No I haven’t.” You held out your arms as you twisted one way and another. “I’m still the same as I was before.”

“No way- you’re absolutely wasting away.” The redhead crossed over, hands coming to your waist and pressing gently. “I knew it- you’ve been stressed out lately with everything going on. I keep telling you to take better care of yourself, but you never lis-why are you laughing?”

“I’Ihihihim not! W-Whahahatch yohohohour hahahands!” You tried swatting him away, but it was too late. Tachihara put the dots together with a devious grin.

“No way…” He squeezed gently, making you jump with a giggle. “You’re ticklish?” He didn’t wait for you to lie.

“Ahaha! Hhhahahaha, coohoohme ohohon! K-Knock it ohohohoff!” You twitched at his persistent touch, leaning away to hide your growing smile. “Cohohohome on, thihihis is stuhuhuhpid!”

“So is your face. You really are getting skinnier- look, I can feel your ribs.” He pressed his fingers into the spot, making you arch with a cackle. “See? It’s bad- I can count them! One..two…three..”

“Thahahhat’s buhuhuhllshit and yoohohohu knohhohohohw it!” You cried out, face growing hot at his slow counting. Twisting wasn’t doing much- you felt like a pillow being inspected as he carried on tickling your sides. Oh, he just had to hang around that one spot towards the center! “Leheheht me gohoohohoho! Ahhehahahaha, Tahahhachihahahahrahahahaha!”

“Heh, okay.” He let you go, snickering as you twisted and punched him hard in the shoulder. “Seriously though- if you’re not eating, I’m gonna be angry. What did you have for breakfast today?”

“Eh..” You looked away, the heat in your face getting worse when your stomach decided at that moment to growl. Tachihara clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“We’re getting lunch- no exceptions.” He didn’t wait for you to respond before grabbing your wrist, pulling you along. If you weren’t so hungry all of a sudden, you’d argue.

“Aye, aye, captain.” You mock saluted him, laughing when he shot you a mild look.

[yell0wsalt]

Gun/Mesose and Yangchen/Kavik

Trying to pull these two braincells together thinking about the points of connection between these two in their eras and a lot of it centers around the feelings of grief, loss, and love.

When Gun lost his companion Mesose in the tsunami at Ha'an, there was a long time when he pulled away from his avatar duties. A form of retreat and isolation to cope with the emotions of losing someone close to them.

While the explicit labels on Gun and Mesose's relationship is unclear, the primary point is Gun losing someone important to them.

To go to Yangchen, she also experienced different levels of loss and the reader sees how heavy the burden is to be the avatar and she coped with it by overworking and isolation.

She lost Jetsun. There was the period when Kavik betrayed her. And let's also consider her banishment from the Norther Air Temples as form of loss.

What if while Gun may not have acted on any romantic connections with Mesose not realizing until it was too late, it may not be too late for Yangchen and Kavik.

Life is fragile and quick to change and amidst all the loss Yangchen experienced, she found Kavik and her coming back together as a way to not chance feelings go unrecognized in this lifetime.

[arisveah]

terrible awful realization

[image transcript:

arisveah: and the surgery scene was so much more piercing seeing it from a different angle like omg now we have the idea that he was screaming the whole time omg.

best friend: RIGHT

arisveah: (referring to a previous comment about the exposure) "nerd" okay star wars. what am i supposed to do with the knowledge that charlie was screaming for half an hour what the fuck. what do i do with that? poor boy. if he ever escapes his voice is going to be absolutely shot. and plus saying all that (referring to the horror of promoting a future sex channel with your voice and not your authority) on stream- poor man might never say anything again (if he gets out) :(

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[overclockedroulette]

bears in trees is FOR THE AROMANTICS

[fastcardotmp3]

It’s 2002 and Jonathan Byers is back home again in Indiana. It’s 2002 and Steve Harrington hasn’t found a love worth fighting for since the one he lost to the Upside Down in 1986. It’s 2002 and they’ve almost found each other.  stonathan // rated T // 3 chapters // 15K total

read on ao3 // snippet under the cut:

“So you and Argyle, huh? Whatever happened there?” Steve questions bluntly around the lip of his bottle. “I would’ve thought he’d come with you if you were moving for the gig and all.” 

Jonathan makes a face, not sheepish or ashamed, but just a face, and then he breathes out a breath which is almost a laugh. 

Steve is coming to realize that Jonathan is a man of almosts. It’s like everything he does isn’t quite on the nose enough to be considered concise or black-and-white in its existence. He’s on the precipice of vulnerability with every breath he takes while just as much keeping one foot in his own little armored pocket of safety at all times. 

It’s kind of infuriating. 

It kind of feels nice just to recognize it at all. 

“Yeah, uh,” Jonathan clears his throat, leaning back on both elbows now and watching the roiling mass of people in the bar instead of Steve, “that didn’t quite work out.” 

Steve’s eyebrows hop high up towards his hairline. 

“For real?” he balks. “I figured you two were sorta locked in by this point.” 

“You figured, huh?” Jonathan looks at him, just out of the corner of his eye. Almost. 

“Oh, forgive me for being curious, man,” Steve deadpans, and earns a quirk of the lips from Jonathan in response. 

A roll of the eyes and a genuine snort of amusement. 

“We tried opening the relationship,” he shrugs, “he discovered he liked being open and I discovered I’m… not great at, uh, sharing.” 

Steve can’t help himself but laugh. Not maliciously, or at least not intending to be, but just because it will never fail to shock him just how well he gets Jonathan Byers sometimes. For all of their differences, every once in a while the guy will just say something that Steve has never been able to put into words but has felt his entire life to be true. 

“Better man than me for even trying,” he says through his laughter, leaning a forearm onto the bar and letting it hold his listing weight. He can hear the bubble of Robin’s laughter over the music from somewhere on the dance floor, an easing thing to the beat of his heart and making it so he doesn’t need to look to check on her. 

He can stay just like this, watching the deft and practiced way Jonathan holds his bottle by the neck between long fingers, and then getting called out within an inch of his life by the calm and deadpanned tone behind, “oh wow, you a little bit possessive? Never knew that about you, Harrington.”