#something a little more angsty

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[wu-does-art]

decided there wasn't enough RK charms in the world (none), so im making one and putting it out there later for anyone who might want one too!

heres the concept.

[occasional-drabbles]

Hi! I hope my request won't burden you, you're free to make it anytime you'd like, there's no need to rush 😁 and I also hope you can understand what I'm trying to say (bcs english is not my native language T____T)

and as in for my request is, would you mind making a headcanon of Sylus and MC? (they were used to be a lovers in the past lives, but one day she died). I'm curious to know how he would continue his life after MC's death. or you can also mix it up with your ideas as well but I wanted it to be extra angst and heart wrenching 😝💯💯 (don't mind me im just spreading angst LADS agenda 😈) #NoAngstNoLife

i think that's all. I hope you have a wonderful day pookie 💋💋💋

Thank you so much for the ask, and don’t worry! You’re doing a wonderful job! 😀

Please keep in mind that I’m writing this before the update has released, so I am going purely off of speculation!

- As far as our current MC can tell, Sylus is a powerful man who doesn’t seem to fear much, if anything. He knows he’s strong, he knows he’s capable, and he gets what he wants, even if he has to fight or kill for it. He's decisive, and can manipulate most any situation into his favor. No matter what, he always has at least some control over whatever situation he’s in.

- But that confidence was born out of need, guilt, and fear.

- A failure to protect the person who made everything worth while.

- Regardless of whatever what took you from him in the past, whether he could realistically prevent it or not, he refuses to let it happen again.

- You were his everything, able to calm him down no matter how angry he got. You gave him the ability to see the beauty in little things, moments of peace amidst the storm.

- Losing you, he may as well have lost all sense of himself too.

- Then, he finds you again. You don’t know him yet, but he knows you.

- He watches and waits, curious if you would seek him out on your own.

- Now that you are within his reach, he refuses to let anything happen to you again. He can’t lose you again.

- He’d sooner let the world burn.

- This comes across as oddly protective and possessive. He refuses to let you get hurt in battle, claiming he prefers you getting to play nurse and patch you up.

- It’s also why he loves pushing your buttons, because those reactions, any retaliation, it’s all further proof that you are there with him.

[fallminlove]

[01:45]

“Jeonghan!” You stopped to catch your breathe, “Why are you running?”

“Because it’s fun!!” The giddy boy responded two feet away from you in the park.

—

After you and Jeonghan have finished dinner and cleaned up, you both laid on the couch mindlessly scrolling on your phones. Jeonghan’s head was on your lap, you had one hand flicking away at the phone and the other softly combing through his dark brown hair.

“Love,” Jeonghan peeks from his phone to look at you, “let’s take a walk to the park.”

You cocked your head at this sudden plan, “I guess it will be nice to get out of the house for a bit, I don’t really wanna be a couch potato for the rest of the night”

Since the temperature difference from day and night is a little drastic, you grabbed a light jacket and walked hand in hand with Jeonghan.

The two of you didn’t talk as you made your way to the park. It’s a place that Jeonghan likes to visit on his nightly walks, probably because this was where he met you for the first time.

You’re just taking in the white noise of your surroundings — the slight breeze of night rustling through the leaves on the tree, the taps from your shoes as it meets the ground, and the light hums of rhythm coming from the boy in front of you.

His grip on your hand wasn’t too firm, but there was definitely affections to it as he’s slightly swinging your arm back and forth, using his thumbs to gently brush over yours.

As you both reached the entrance of the park you felt the grip on your hand loosen, “come and catch me! If you catch me I’ll give you a surprise!” Jeonghan giggles and starts running off into the park.

Now having your eyes on the prize, you ran after Jeonghan to catch up to him. The park just filled with sounds of giggling, whining, and lots of huffing to catch up your breathes.

Everytime you were just about to catch him, he speeds up or takes a turn. You stopped at your track to regain some air back in your lungs, admittedly, you were not prepared for this much physical exercise at night.

Jeonghan sees that you’ve stopped at your tracks and looked back at you, “love are you alright? Was I pushing a little too hard?” There was worry in his voice, but you saw this as the perfect opportunity to run up to him.

You made a full sprint towards Jeonghan that completely surprised him, you wrapped your arms around and pulled him in for a hug, “I’ve caught you,” you huffed, trying to catch your breathe for the second time, “what’s my surprise?”

Jeonghan smiles at you endearingly, you weren’t sure if it was the moonlight or the street lamps or both that enhances the sparkle that he had in his eyes for you. He cups your face in his hands before placing his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, filled with passion and desire.

“I wanted to play hide and seek, hiding away my feelings just for you seek my heart. “

[cleavetheclover]

debating on whether or not i should commission someone to make a cyphmen pfp for this blog + my AO3 profile

[obsessivecelestial]

@stormbreaker-290 (and by extension @static-x3)

What if… Static never reciprocated Sirius’ adoration? What if Sirius went completely lovesick?

“So he plucked one of his eyes, just to wear the white veil.”

:3c

[fullmetalscullyy]

never thought we'd ever have to go without (i)

summary: 

Their breakup was amicable. They were both going in two different directions with their lives and where Roy was going - the military and the numerous off the grid sites for weeks or sometimes months on end – he wouldn’t ask her to wait for him. She deserved to live her own life, not wait around for him and his ambitions.

When a tragedy befalls their child, Roy and Riza are left devastated. They come together to work through it while waiting for her to wake from her injuries

rated: t | words: 2948 | tags: royai, angst, au, modern au, kid au, parental royai, tragedy, injury, angst with a happy ending, separated parents

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snippet:

Hey Dad, I'm on the plane. I know you won’t get this for a while, but I still wanted to send you a message. Hope all is going well with you. Mum was freaking out at the airport. She was worried I’d forgotten something again, but she literally emptied and repacked my bag for me so many times, so there’s no way that would happen. I think she’s scared about me going off by myself. Could you give her a call when you get out? I don’t want her to feel alone while I’m gone, and I know she’ll love hearing from you. I’ll speak to you soon. I love you.

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[the-bi-space-ace]

Oh hey how about another snippet of something I'm working on today:

It felt like the weight of the past year was falling onto Rex. He remembered losing Echo, holding Fives as they both lost control. Fives. Not long ago he was holding Fives as he died, begging the Force that he wouldn’t lose him. Not him too. Saving Echo felt like the first true success Rex had experienced in a long time. Those boys had trusted him, came to him for safety, and he had failed them. Both of them.

I promise this is much softer than the snippet suggests <3

[flamingfalcon3]

Some art for the House of Anubis AU I’m making. The gist of it is that Nina gets her body stolen by an evil entity while she was staying at school over the summer after s2 to make up for all the classes she missed. The possession was supposed to destroy her soul, but the Eye of Horus manages to save her soul and gives her a body in the form of a falcon. Unfortunately, no one saw what happened, so when they discover her, they assume that something must have happened to Nina and somehow a random bird got ahold of her locket.

[triangle-strategy-notes]

Quahaug Concept Art

Quahaug's concept/reference art! Translation notes and image id under the cut.

Translation notes:

"OP sort of powerset" was literally translated as something like "cheat-like." I feel like OP is the more common English term for that sort of thing, so that's what I used, but some of the meaning was probably lost there.

"Older-tween-ish" was specifically a reference to a particular middle school year for children who are about 12-13 years old. Since grades and names of grades vary a lot from country to country, I just went with "older tween."

ID:

[Image id: Several images displaying different parts of 2 pages of the Triangle Strategy artbook, with both the original Japanese as well as versions with English translations. There are several disclaimers noting that the translator doesn't speak Japanese, and that there are likely many mistakes.

On one page, there is a large colored version of Quahaug's canon portrait, along with a smaller, uncolored version. There is an illustrator's note at the bottom that translates to read, "'Manipulating time' is an OP sort of powerset, so though he looks like a child, I aimed to create a look for him that conveyed a sense of unknowable power. (Tatsuaki Urushibara)".

On the second page, there are many drawings of Quahaug, including a closer bust-up portrait in which he's compared to Lyla, with an arrow and label reading, "Mother." There's also several notes that explain the construction of his costume. The costume is labeled as a Greek "phelonion" (a priest's outfit with no real sleeves, just draping fabric). There is a small drawing of this version, with an arrow leading to another drawing that does have sleeves, with the note, "If you can't display this in pixels, use this one." There are several notes that explain how this draping cloth should be considered his everyday clothes, while the ceremonial decoration that goes around his neck is placed over it. There is a close up of the ceremonial dressing's fastenings underneath the metal decoration. Some more notes highlight details on his staff, emphasizing the hourglass on top and the small wheel to the side that can be turned to flip the hourglass. A larger piece of text underneath one fullbody drawing reads, "Character Who Manipulates Time."

On the second half of the second page, there are drawings of some beta designs for Quahaug. He looks much more punk-ish. On one bust-up portrait, there are the captions, "The burden of the time demon caused some of his hair to go gray…." and "All-natural highlighted tips." On the same portrait, he is snapping his fingers, and there's a note that reads, "Manipulating time is as easy as snapping your fingers. You just have to want it or whatever." A speech bubble near his head reads, "I don't think of Anna as a mother." A caption pointing to some green markings on his arm reads, "Demonic time seal on body." In a fullbody drawing of his beta design (which is made up mostly of chains that barely cover him as well as a long roughed-up cloak, there is the note, "Almost naked cloak."

At the bottom of the second page, there is another note that reads, "Initially when we hadn't quite figured out the setting, we had an idea for a more older-tween-ish character as displayed here, but after discussing it with the producers and Mr. Ikushima, we went with his current form. As a boy who manipulates time, I placed an hourglass at the tip of his staff, and his face resembles that of his mother, Lyla. (Tatsuaki Irushibara)". /end id]

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

wait ngl i cant sleep so im stealing vii ( @night-raven-miscellany )'s silly thing they just did because ITS SILLY!!! (and because i absolutely love little lists like this actually)

aka basically the stupidest lore reveal ive ever done in my entire life?????

ANYWAYS. AHEM.

sorting the sillies into "would overblot" and "would not overblot" !!!!!! WOOHH!!!!!

FEATURING... A SECRET THIRD CATEGORY ?!!!

keep reading to find out what it is ;3

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WOULD OVERBLOT:

Yuuto

Kiyuu

Anchor

WOULD (probably..?) NOT OVERBLOT:

Aros

Xiphos

Miko

HAVE ALREADY OVERBLOTTED (like not recently at all): ( wow thats crazy ahaha...... )

Mace ( heh... >;) )

Crimson

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wow this list is really pathetic actually not in order really aros would definitely get close tho if that counts for anything hes like REALLYY in between the would and would not tbhs miko too buuuuut i dont have like - a good enough solid idea for his UM to solidify that qwq

mb its 2:30am and i have no thoughts AAAAAAAAAAA- explodes

[etapereine]

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[definitelynotafurinasimp]

why is writing angst so depressing????

I was happily listening to the barbie soundtrack like an hour ago and now I'm feeling like somebody stole my ice-cream and suckerpunched my liver....

[oldfashionedmorphine]

Listen. I haven’t watched Ted Lasso. I do not plan on watching Ted Lasso (just not my thing). However last night I was dreaming and who should walk into my dreams but ROY KENT AND JAMIE TARTT. This is YOUR FAULT. I have ABSORBED YOUR BLORBOS THROUGH OSMOSIS

my bad

[quaranmine]

My next project after Firewatch AU will be my Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy AU. I've always thought it was a good idea and didn't want to abandon it, so I've been working on its plot and rewriting the first part when I hit a lull on Firewatch AU. Since I'm so far into my daily writing challenge, I'm just going to try and aim for an entire year. At day 278, you might as well go for day 365. But I will certainly finish Firewatch AU before then since I basically only have a chapter and a half left of it.

So, the HGTTG fic will be next. I will try to revisit/make some slower progress on IBW as well, but my pivot to HGTTG is calculated: after a year of relentless writing on a depressing fanfic, it's nice to work on something that is lighthearted. This fic will be a comedy (though I've never tried to write comedy) and is just all around more....relieving? for me to write. IBW is about the same level of emotionally draining to write as Firewatch AU is, since all the characters in IBW are struggling with their post moon big trauma. The HGTTG fic is intentionally wacky and campy, with only the softest bit of angst now and then to keep it grounded. It's fun.

Anyway, its working title is "the moon, and other misbehaving celestial bodies" and it's a S8 Boatem moon big fanfic. It needs some work on the plot but I'm starting it anyway. It is also much more wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey than the actual Hitchiker's books because I added time travel. This fic definitely reads as if it was written by someone whose formative years were spent watching Doctor Who LOL. The fic has a (mostly) different plot than the original books and some reworked worldbuilding to fit the minecraft setting, but I think it will be less standalone than Firewatch AU was since I am borrowing more elements. That said, if you don't have knowledge of the books, it just might read as wacky sci-fi?

[wraithsoutlaws]

Help, silent fury and candles for Dagger please 🙏🏻

Help tw: light self-harm-ish He spends fifteen minutes struggling with the rolling paper. The clunky metal of the new chrome hand has all the precision of a bulldozer–half rusted in the joints, and missing one or two internal wiring components that makes it stubborn. But that’s nothing  compared to the squeak of it. A little mocking laugh whenever he tries to move the middle digit, salt in the wound of losing a part of himself to some twerp barely out of grade school. Each chirp leaves a pinch of fury in his chest that has him considering total world destruction, and he’d do it to… All for a single fucking smoke. He tries not to look at the mess of torn, crumbled paper littered across the table beside him, attention drawn acutely to the one he’s got laid out flat, stuffed prettier than thanksgiving dinner with a heaping pile of synth-tobacco. This is the one. He knows it. His mouth nearly waters for it  as he slowly, cautiously begins to roll the paper, breath frozen in his lungs, a line of sweat clinging to his brow. He’s just nearly sealed it, can feel the smoke cloud his chest like a promise  and then–squeak. A chrome finger lags, then twitches, presses too hard. The paper tears and the tobacco spills and Dagger feels the crushing weight of hopelessness like an all consuming fog. He’s still for a moment, a sense of calm in his failure that passes in an instant, giving way to dynamite.  “Fuck!”  Metal fingers curl tighter than bone. He slams his fist into the table. He can’t hear that taunting squeak over the explosion of wood as it cracks beneath the weight of the metal. Again. Again. Something new breaks in the chassis of his hand. He grins wickedly, and does it again. Serves it right, fucking thing. He can’t feel it bruise or ache, and the numbness is worse. Loose tobacco and rolling paper fly into the air as he beats it into the table, as he desperately tries to make it hurt. He doesn’t notice the door of the trailer open and Dum Dum doesn’t announce himself, strolling casually inside like he’s seen this happen before, hands in his pockets until he reaches the remains of the table where Dagger sits. He finds the rolling paper on the ground and salvages some synth-tobacco from the package, working swiftly and silently without so much as a spare glance. Dagger pauses to catch his breath, eyes wild and bloodthirsty, watching him like a hungry animal. The chrome hand is backwards on his wrist, like some twisted monstrosity. He pays it no mind.  They’re both quiet. Dum Dum finishes, placing the freshly rolled cigarette between his lips for the ease of lighting, then hands it down to Dagger. He makes it look easy. Dagger considers spitting it out and stomping on it and making another hole in the trailer but it’s been thirty minutes since his last smoke and he’s already jonesing bad. He takes a long pull, filling his lungs and it’s better than sex, he’s sure of it. Smoke slithers from his lips and with it, the rage, curling around them until there’s nothing left. Dum Dum gives it a moment before he sits down beside Dagger and wordlessly pulls the broken hand into his lap. It’s not the first time he’s had to fix it. He knows it won’t be the last, delicately setting to work with a seamless grace that Dagger secretly admires from those chromed fingers. He lets him take it, he always lets him take it, and sometimes distantly, the ghost of his touch feels like flesh again. Dum Dum doesn’t wait for a thank you. He gets it only in a softened glance and a shared cigarette and he knows, to Dagger, that’s more than words can offer.