#something a little more angsty

[egophiliac]

innocently logging in to look at the Twst schedule for May like

[s0fter-sin]

i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

[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.

[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]

[a-little-bit-of-ships-in-my-life]

*sits down, while holding a bottle of soda from the movie theater*

I'll patiently wait for the fics about the Super Mario Bros Movie despicting Mario's aftermath of the whole ordeal, with the adrenaline wearing off and he processing all that happened. How close Luigi's death was if he didn't save him at the last minute, how much he was beaten up badly by everyone and how almost scorched himself (and Luigi) at the end. Knowing that everything came to be by being stubborn. Then coming to terms with not only his new separation anxiety, ptsd, and broken bones and bruises but with the realization that "Holy shit, all that happened in less than 48 hours."

*sips sprite*

I know some of you have him as your little skrunkly, blorbo, little fella and also adore and seek angst and whump like maniacs who finds pure pleasure and happinness in putting your favorite character through hell and back, twice even. Then, shall you all enjoy this and write your hearts content. ❤

[etapereine]

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[sunsetzer]

Every time I get the nightmare dialogue with Elliott I just picture my farmer who has deep haircut-related trauma responding to his husband like

[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

[brutalmasks]

currently thinking about how, since bunny mask's head / sort of by extension her neck ( yeahhh, i'd say that, because she is NOT immune to decapitation ) are basically her achilles heel in the way that they heal muchhh slower than the rest of her body does + there have even been times where she didn't heal properly at all in those areas... that most of the scars bunny has are concentrated around there.

thus, if your muse is intimate with her in any way, then they'll most certainly be seeing those on her skin and i just 😭 it kind of hits me RIGHT in the feels — and i say this because there has to be a lot of trust there for bunny to feel safe enough to expose what is literally the most vulnerable spot of her body to them, you know? so yeah. that is one surefire way of knowing that bunny mask trusts your muse with her life ❤️

[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.