#so much angst!!

[rd-eternity]

omg i wanna ask about ALL your wip's but if I had to choose which one I'm burning to know more about they would be "wreck the hunter," "void!Theo" and "resurrected Dread Doctors" 👀

The currently untitled post-canon Thiam fic where the Dread Doctors are resurrected and everyone (mostly Theo) has a real bad time.

Every hair on Theo’s body is standing straight up on edge, chills shooting up his spine with every footsteps he hears echoing in the distance.  At his side, Liam stops talking about his math homework, suddenly aware that the chimera’s instincts have kicked into high gear.

“What is it?”

Theo numbly shakes his head without thinking.  The next step he hears is closer, heavier, metallic; overlaid with the clanking of metal and heavy, mechanical breathing.  He’s frozen in place, so much so he can’t move a limb, even when Liam gently pushes.  They know there should be no one in these tunnels.  Theo buried every entrance so no one could get to the Dread Doctors lab.  Even if they were gone, he refused for anyone to follow their directions on creating true evil.

The true evil they tried to corrupt him into.  He never met their goals, never lived up to their expectations.  From the moment he met them, he was a failure.

“Failure.”

Theo’s head snaps up, eyes flaring gold entirely out of his control.  “Did you hear that?”

“Failure.”

By the way fear seeps into Liam’s eyes, he hears it that time.  Without hesitation, he grabs Theo by the arm, giving him the push to shake off the spell and move.  Even then, Liam doesn’t let go, instead drops his hand to clutch Theo’s.  It’s what he needs to keep going, to get out.

“Failure.”

They stop again.  Nausea creeps up to Theo’s throat, every inch of his body burning when he hears a familiar screeching.  Not from where the first two echoes of voices were, but from behind.  Back where they were, where Theo would give anything not to turn back to now.

Liam’s face pinches, almost like he’s in pain.  “What is that noise?”

Theo closes his eyes and lets the sound cloud his senses.  It doesn’t strike him until it becomes loud enough that his ears ring.  He doesn’t open his eyes, desperate to keep tears from falling or from forcing himself to turn to face the darkness.

That screeching haunted his dreams for years.  It led him to the Dread Doctors in the first place, and it’s the sound he came to know as a reminder he did something wrong.  The Surgeon would drag that heavy cane on the ground while he walked, not because he had to, but so Theo would sit in terror, knowing what was coming.

“Oh fuck.”

The tremor in Liam’s voice is what finally gets Theo to clench his jaw, open his eyes and glance over his shoulder.  His body can’t decide whether to throw up, pass out or cry; instead it freezes again.  The hand on his own is the only thing anchoring him to reality.  Liam squeezes gently.

“What do we do?” he murmurs softly.

At the end of the hall, underneath blinking and broken lights are the three figments of Theo’s dark past.  Clad in long dark coats, bronze and metal plated masks, the hissing and whirring of their breathing and movement cutting through the otherwise eerie silence of the tunnels.  In front is The Surgeon, gold inlay of his cane catching the light.  He can feel the phantom graze of the metal as it hits him, over and over and over and-

“Theo, we need to get out of here.”

He tries to release Liam’s hand, but the beta doesn’t let go.  “You have to run, I…”  He can’t seem to tear his gaze from the Dread Doctors; they’re walking slowly, but Theo knows he can’t outrun them.  He’s never been able to.  “I’ll be the bait.”

Liam pulls his hand hard enough to force Theo to turn, looking away from the doctors.  His blue eyes are fierce, jaw clenched.  “You are never being the bait again.  We both make it out of here.”

He takes a step away, to run.  A low rumble stops him dead in his tracks.  

“Theo Raeken.”

And with that, he knows the life he fought so hard to get back is over.

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

How old even are you? Part 1/2

Part 2/2

That moment when your mentor figure is all of a sudden a gangly and insufferable teenager who follows none of his future advice. Like, what do you even do with that? They all talk and act the exact same but they’re all completely different people. It’s probably hilarious in non life threatening situations tho

The dramatic irony of seeing the adult that scolded you in the future doing the same dumb shit. I once watched old home videos of my parents as kids and it was some of the weirdest and funniest things I’ve ever seen lmao

[tswkento]

whether he’s in the middle of a heated argument or being pissed at something out of his control, nanami won’t ever yell. he doesn’t see any point in it and he doesn’t enjoy the sound of his voice raising, so why would he.

arguments with you always end in a calm conversation even if initially you do yell, unable to keep it in yourself, and it’s okay because it’s a clear indication for nanami to stop whatever the hell was going on and show you that he was really trying to understand you, but was having a hard time.

and the only time kento is seen yelling is when you put yourself in danger.

it’s like he can’t control himself; the fear in him controls him, stepping on every single thing that’s sensitive and fragile, and kento’s mouth opens before he can think about his words properly. his trembling arms grip your shoulders and his usually impassive gaze is wide open in unfiltered terror as if he is trying to make you feel whatever he is feeling.

and the way you stare back at him; with your mouth slightly agape and a vaguely distant, almost foggy look in your eyes as you wheeze with every breath you take.

and he continues drilling you about how stupid your decision was, how you even dared to do something like that when he’s right there, how could you be so reckless — in the middle of an abandoned warehouse with slowly dissolving curse plasma and the faint sound of street ambiance being disrupted by his harsh voice.

he closes his mouth shut only when your weak voice joins his, a small, broken chirp as you start shaking in his hands, “‘m sorry, kento—”

the rage in him dissipates and he lets go of you, the thought of his fingers leaving bruises on you making him step away in fear of hurting even more. he rubs his face roughly as he looks around with newfound wariness, noting his glasses and weapon laying on the concrete surface just like they were when he threw them away in order to get to you.

nanami turns back just in time with your knees giving out; able to catch you and hoist you up against his sturdy body as his worried gaze roams over your features, brain trying to muster up something good enough to calm down your disturbed mind.

your tearful eyes meet his and nanami lets out a shaky exhale as he blinks away the unwanted memories of people he’s let go of in the past decade.

“i apologise for my outburst, i just—” he swallows through the dryness in his mouth, hugging you closer to himself. “i can’t see you die. i wouldn’t be able to take it.”

[spookedbees]

Sorry Rick, these two are my ocs now. I grabbed em. They're mine.

[ash-and-fog]

I love making myself cry :D

[i-will-write]

Me, trying to write some sweet, fluff story with a happy ending to heal my soul: and then they hugged and-

My brain:

[factual-fantasy]

Ya'll.. hear me out-

[blabberoo]

so theres this one fic....

[tetras-stuff]

varric saying "you people have done enough to her" still makes me wanna cry. whether you think it's romantic or platonic, they are soulmates through and through

[nidbaesenpai]

Dare you say this love could just save you

[betteravebio]

Fiddleford and Stanley first meeting

It’s been a few months since Fiddleford saw Stanford for the last time, one day he finally found the courage to talk to him. In the hope to persuade him

[rd-eternity]

🐺

🐺use the wolves of war 🐺

Malia spent all her life as a coyote, free to run through the forests of Beacon Hills, chasing whatever she wanted as far as she wanted. As much as being human so little has hindered her life so much, she wouldn't change a thing. Wind through her fur, leaves beneath her paws and bird song all around, she was at peace. She never thought that being in her shifted form would be a cage.

Until she's backed into the corner of one, fur matted with dried blood, claws scraping against cold concrete and the jeering of the crowd from the next room clouding out any other of her senses.

This... this is her nightmare.

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[yuukirita]

Look what chapters out- number seven. We get some more happy busy Bee. And STEVE is BACK.

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Decisions, decisions...

The toon doubts himself. He knows well the lurking dangers of loving such a man as Gavriel Huffman, the mobster himself told him so.

But letting go of something so dearly beloved and precious will be hard, won't it?

This was drawn on Magma! Real fun website to draw with friends, check it out.