#sorta angsty??

[fishsouper]

completed piece! i had a lovely (and exhausting) weekend in disneyland with my dear cousin @cissyenthusiast010155, and the avengers campus has rekindled my 2021 passion for marvel, specifically spider man <33 so be expecting a bit more mcu art in my page! marvel and/or marvel crossover art requests appreciated :)

these are the two scenes side by side <3

[completelyalien]

I had the idea of the brothers sharing their music tastes with each other. Then it turned into this.

In case you can’t read my handwriting the songs are:

-“Black Bear Road” by C.W. McCall

-“Lay All Your Love On Me” by ABBA

-“Candy Paint” by Post Malone

-“Numb” by Linkin Park

-“Hurt” by Johnny Cash

(Also to be clear, Floyd is happy that Branch has similar tastes in music, not that he’s sad.)

(Also also, I think John Dory would have a complicated history with country music since I love the idea of JD and Delta Dawn being exs lol)

(Also also also Poppy gave Branch the boom box, that’s why is has some stickers on it)

[plumadot]

and all i want is to trust you

[yonevea]

Bill accidentally remembers something in the heat of an argument, and it shocks both of them.

[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.

[creepycatboyz]

im so sorry 😔

[number-onekidqueen]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝

Part Two Part One

Luke Castellan x Apollo!fem!reader

warnings: character death, depression, lots of crying.

Summary: you’re still feeling awkward about what happened that night with Luke. And then you get the news that changes everything.

Days passed, days since your ki- hang out with Luke. 

Hang out? Who were you kidding? It was clear it wasn’t him. 

But you’d laid yourself bare to him, been about to confess all your feelings and he had just shut you down and run away. 

Of course you didn’t wanna talk about it in the morning. 

The tragedy was he did. 

And just when you were feeling better, and your conversations weren’t so awkward, fate tossed you to the ground again, as it often did. You still didn’t really believe it. 

Cecilia, your cabin counsellor, your beloved older sister had died on the road to college. It seemed impossible. 

Of course, they’d had a brief ceremony, a burning of a golden yellow shroud weaved with her own fingers. And then they’d appointed you as cabin counsellor, announced a bunch of new kids had arrived and everyone forgot. 

It made you sick to think people would forget Cecilia. That the three Apollo kids your cabin had greeted would grow up without her and never know of her presence.

Obviously, your cabin was upset, but they didn’t make it so as Aphrodite always did. The sun keeps shining, and Apollo kids kept going, laughing, training, even if muffled sobs could be heard the first few nights. They never talked of her, and after the first week, she was a sad little scar that had scabbed. 

It still hurt a little, but the memory was what hurt the most. 

Except for you. She was still a mortal, lethal wound for you. And it was getting harder and harder to keep your composure and pretend everything was okay. 

Shortly, it all cracked and spilled out from you. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault really. Chiron was just trying to be supportive to little Will, but when he praised enthusiastically that he was the best archer he’d scene for 300 years, tears seemed to burst from you. 

Because that had been Cecilia’s title. She had been the best archer, training all the little ones supportively and making people gasp with the precision of her shots. 

It seemed Chiron had already forgotten. Everyone had. 

It was like losing her all over again. 

No one saw the little sun cracking on the archery field. They just noticed you disappearing behind some clouds. 

You didn’t pay attention to the stares and whiplash glances of some, as you ran back to your cabin with tears streaming, and your heart in your throat. 

Didn’t notice as a tall brunette boy on the sword plains spotted you, dropped his sword immediately and with a shouted apology behind him began to sprint after you. 

Your bed was warm and comforting, the covers swaddled around your shoulders in a safe cocoon as you sobbed your heart and soul onto your pillow. 

Cecelia was dead. Dead. This is what you would deal with every day for the rest of your life, she was dead and she would be replaced and forgotten and no one would even know her and-

The door creaked open and immediately you stilled, pretending to be asleep. 

“Y/N?” It was Luke. 

Not the timing, you thought to yourself miserably. 

“Y-yeah,” you tried for a sleepy yawn, but it came out cracked and pained. Ugh. 

“You ok?” He asked quietly, and you heard his footsteps approach. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just woke up.” But your voice was hollow and very much awake. 

He sat softly at the edge of your bed, and for a while you were both still. Only your breath was audible. Then, tentatively and slowly, you began to feel his warm fingers slide through your hair. It was so comforting and lovely that you had to swallow down the wave of tears that surfaced. 

“It’s okay, you know,” he murmured, your hair in glorious tangles around his knuckles, “to cry. You don’t have to pretend. Especially for me.”

“Yeah, I know,” you whispered back, “it’s just-“ you hesitated. 

I love you. 

I don’t want to burden you with all my stupid problems. 

“You probably don’t want to talk about this to anyone, right? Me included.” He guessed, and he began to retract his fingers and you felt like screaming at how utterly wrong he was. “I’m sorry, I should give you space.”

“No, you don’t have to. You can stay here.” You tried not to beg, but you were inches from clinging onto him to stop his departure. He understood. 

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Then here I’m staying. In your bed.” He reassured comfortingly, “I mean, on.” 

His flustered stuttering made you smile weakly and turn to face him. 

His whole face softened, lost all his fluster and stress when your eyes met, but you were too busy setting your head into his lap so you faced up at him to notice. 

He traced your tear tracks, brushing any remaining ones away with his thumbs. 

“I know the pain feels awful,” he said suddenly, “but if you ever feel bad, like you can’t breathe or you’re about to burst, don’t keep it in y/n, come find me. I’m always here for you, always.”

“Thank you.” You said near inaudibly. 

“I hate seeing you cry,” he confessed, his forehead crinkling, “or being sad. It just hurts me. But I love making you feel better, I’d do anything in the world to make you happy, I promise.”

“Thank you.” You said louder this time, your cheeks beginning to heat up. 

It was a peaceful few seconds you gazed at each other, smiling. Then you closed your eyes, comforted. 

You felt warm hands lift your body, and your eyes fluttered open. But it was just Luke lying down beside you and repositioning yourself on his chest. 

“Sorry,” he murmured, “just figured we might be here for a while.”

His arms encircled you, and even in your drunken state of misery, your heart rate sped up. You turned your head slightly, so you could hide your bashful grin in the orange folds of his shirt. His chest was warm, comforting, and you could feel every deep breath he took. 

“Sorry,” you murmured, facing up once more, “your shirt’s probably going to be all soggy after this.”

“I don’t mind a soggy shirt if it makes you happy.” He breathed, and your heart was bursting from the love that statement invoked when you saw his eyes flicker. Your eyes. Your mouth. 

Could he really-

Surely not-

Eyes. Mouth. 

The air was electric, as if Zeus himself was in the cabin. The space was getting tighter and smaller and everything was so close and dizzy and what in the gods before you knew it you were nose to nose and you could feel his warm breath and he was leaning down to kiss you against the pillow. 

It might’ve been the best kiss you ever had. With salt on your tongue, and sweetness from his lips, the tastes of all your emotions were combined, giving way to the most passionate and fantastic kiss you’d ever had. Your head was pressed to the pillow, and he was moving above you, warm, soft and pouring his heart out to you, the gateway his lips. It seemed every single ‘I love you’ either of you had ever been too afraid to say was expressed strongly now, each drop of attraction and love and feeling was encapsulated between the movement of your lips. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay,” he breathed, against your lips, when you finally pulled apart, both of you panting, “I didn’t want to do anything while you were drunk. But of course I wanted to. I wanted you. I have for so long.”

“It’s okay. I have too,” and you laughed, all those emotions and secrets finally free. You were so giddy with joy! But Luke remained tense, nervous for a reason you couldn’t determine. You calmed down, scared it was all about to come crashing down. 

“It’s- it’s not just that, y/n,” he paused, sitting up further away, eyes still looking profoundly into yours, “I love you. I love you, all of you, and you should know that to me you’ve never been a burden, only a miracle to have been with.” 

Your breath was caught in your throat, blown away by his confession. You were expecting he might’ve been crushing on you? But loving you? You’d never dared to consider that as an option. And you were beyond thrilled. 

“Now would be a great time to say anything,” he laughed nervously, fingers brushing over your shoulders restlessly. You immediately felt awful for keeping him waiting. 

“I love you too.” You blurted, letting silence ensue. “You make me so happy every time you make a joke or take care of the new unclaimed kids. I’m just in shock.”

And then the pair of you were laughing together, foreheads pressed together before you were tangled in an embrace, that led to another heated kiss on your bed.

You knew soon other campers would arrive to see two head counselors kissing, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. In fact, while Luke’s like we’re on yours, you couldn’t seem to form any coherent thoughts at all. 

In the back of your mind, you were still sobbing over Cecilia. Deeply, you knew you always would. Your heart would always be chipped in that way, the missing fragment forever in her fist as she wandered Elysium. 

But you also knew how happy she would be to see you thriving, dating and loving Luke, a boy she had always suggested and approved of. She imagined her now, giggling in delight and grinning at what had transpired. And slowly, the pain began to lift. 

Maybe a scar would be okay, as long as you loved and remembered it. 

Most of all, you knew that for as long as you required a shoulder to make soggy, Luke would always be there to be your comfort person. 

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[leilanising]

Pretty sure this is the first fanart my baby's actually gotten T-T

Btw, for those who don't know, this is Levin, from the Tower of God <3

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

"How much time do we have before Eliot runs out of air?"

Leverage S05E13 The Corkscrew Job.

(Now with added fic!)

[starburr]

Sasha and Marcy thinking how to go about telling Anne they're a couple now but also wanting to clue her in that they want her too, stressing and going over ways to admit it. The inconclusive fears that she would feel too heartbroken or overwhelmed over it and they'd never win her over. Especially when the other two are very lovey-dovey with each other when they all hang out.

It all comes to a head one day when they invite her over for dinner. She's not there yet but they're both panicking at Sasha's place, trying to set the mood. Lights, decor, even the fucking food is as light as possible so that it might help their image of her. The pink hue of the living room is almost too bright but it sends a message well enough, they're just not sure if its sending the message they want to tell Anne.

A few knocks on the door snap them back to nervousness, she's here. They don't have much time to compose themselves again, sweat beading on their skin, their smiles held a bit too long on their faces. But Anne has something else to bring up at the table, clearing her throat as everyone sits down.

"Okay so uhm, I think I have an idea what this, is all about." She seems to fiddle with her purse, dashing as ever even when unsure how to continue with her words.

"First off, congrats on you two, y'know... Getting... Together and all that..." She seems to trail off, her stare now distant and out of it.

Sasha parses the discomfort, about to speak next but Anne fulfills that role.

"And you know, it's nice you want to invite me over to celebrate... Well, you two... I... Hmmm... I'm happy for you two really guys... I just... Well, I, I dunno..."

Uh oh. They clearly had a bit of explaining to do, but Anne is already stood up, excusing herself to the bathroom, powerwalking there.

Sasha stands up to grabs her arm, a bit too firmly maybe as Anne yelps in surprise.

"Annie! Anna-banana, hey! Wait, please... Let us explain... Please, that's, that's not entirely it, please listen to us..."

She seems to consider not listening to her friend's pleas, but relents eventually.

"Sashy... I'm, I'm sorry about everything bad I ever said about you... Fuck it, I might as well admit it in front of you two... That I, Anne Boonchuy, am such a fucking stupid bitch!" Her genuine frustration seems aimed at herself, Marcy can only offer a hug from behind as Sasha begins to gently cup her face, feeling the tears streak down.

"Now why would you, our bestest friend ever, and savior of Amphibia think she's a stupid bitch?" She coaxes, albeit gently. Soothing almost like she wants her to take her time.

After a bit of sniffling and making her the middle of an inpromptu cuddlepile, she speaks again. "It's obvious, well to me anyway. I'm a stupid bitch, because I'm in love with you two!" Ah. They don't know what to say, the tension somewhat relieved but now they have to approach telling her without making it seem like they're only saying what they want out of pity for her. "I know, I know! It's not normal but fuck that, this is what I really feel! I never wanted to ruin our friendship, not after everything but... I just... I really do love both of you, an-" "Ditto." Marcy manages to squeeze out, her throat a little dry and voice shaky from the crying.

"Huh? The fuck? Like the pokemon or, wait what? I'm voicing my heart out? Wait sorry, like what does that have to do with th-" Sasha interrupts. "Ditto. Like not the pokemon. She means the word in the dictionary, sorta means likewise. Or maybe 'same'. That kind of ditto. She was saying ditto in response to you, you saying you love both of us. And let me say it too. Ditto." The crying and wheezing abruptly dies down, only ragged panting from Anne as she sits down on the couch. They can't quite see her face given how she was just hunched over crying moments ago, but thankfully that's stopped. They do hear her say something despite the awkwardness of it all.

"Ditto, you fucking dorks." She even gives a little giggle, perhaps out of relief that she understands.

[kissingarthurclaus]

Concept sketch of my new JJBA self insert and her stand, BellaDonna (who will eventually be known as Madonna). Inspired by the song 'Like a Prayer' by...well, Madonna! @sapphire-heart-tippy

(lore dump under the cut, TW for mentions of animal injury and religious trauma)

My self insert (who will also go by Jane) grew up in a deeply religious family and tried to be a good jehovah's witness child that made her parents proud.

One day, she comes up with the power to heal various injuries and ailments, almost to the point of being able to revive the dead. She figures she's given this power by the lord himself and vows to do good with it, but when she's found using them to heal a bird that had been wounded by a cat, her mother falls into hysterics thinking that she MUST be possessed by the devil to have such abilities.

She's punished and shunned by her community while her mother prays for a cure and though she tries to repent her power doesn't seem to go away, so eventually her mother snaps and drags her into the wilderness and attempts to throw her to the bottom of an old well.

Her Stand, which had previously not manifested physically, appears then to cushion her fall and eventually she manages to pull herself out of the well with her Stand's help, who she now believes to be a guardian angel. But not wanting to return home, she runs away to face the world alone, growing jaded and bitter over time. She loses all of her faith, and the power to heal inverts itself, becoming a sort of poison. Something that LEECHES life, rather than heal it.

When she's an adult (my age irl so 25 I guess) she's made her way by becomes a bounty hunter/assassin using her Stand and eventually catches the attention of Dio. Who takes her in and explains to her what her Stand REALLY is, promising to teach her how to properly wield those powers if she agrees to serve him. She reluctantly takes his offer, but starts to see him as a familial figure, since no one else had ever tried to nurture or even accept her gift. Dio is the one who giver her Stand the name BellaDonna, after the deadly plant!

[fl00mie]

thinking of fresh and swap being in a qpr (found out fresh likes to kiss people for fun)

[icamefromadream]

Okay but imagine it's a week before AngelDusts birthday and he's having a shitty week from Val, right? And everyone's just planning birthday gifts and cake and everything that honestly no one really notices the panic he's in and how he keeps flinching at every touch, but Alastor-even though he acts like he doesn't care and hates Angels guts- stalks Angel with his shadow (Charlie requested that he finds some information on what Angel wants as a birthday gift) and finds out that AngelDust has been feeling shitty and actually uses hsi shadow to comfort him from afar. Like purposely leaving out snacks on the counter a minute before Angel walks in (he walks in a few minutes later so it seems like he wasn't there earlier) and just commands Husk to watch over Angel while he falls asleep (he threatened him and made sure he wouldn't tell anyone🥰) and just do little things that would make Angel feel better.

[probadbatch]

First Line Challenge

Rules: Post the first line of your WIP, the first line you worked on today, or any other “first line!”

Thank you to the wonderful @just-here-with-my-thoughts for the tag and for some tasty Crosshair angst in your first lines!

I've already lost track of what my first line today was so you get the first line of the whole wip! Same fic as in this post.

They head back to Pabu. All of them.

No pressure tagging @bring-backup-99 @faceofpoe @stuffbyshelby2 @huntressdarkness and uno-reversing @just-here-with-my-thoughts

[scionshtola]

#ffxivbridgerton Day 5 - picnic

Beneath a clear blue sky, Corisande and Y'shtola held a picnic away from the prying eyes of others, where their feelings for each other truly began to blossom--unbeknownst to the other, of course.

[ksbbb]

Soft please 🩵💙

“Sometimes I wish I could take it out. Bury it and pretend nothing matters.” Theo rubs a hand over his chest, a far away look in his eye, the pain etched into his chest like a memory.

“I’ll keep it safe.” Liam says, softly speaking as he nervously bites his lip.

Theo laughs, his brain processing what he’s hearing, what he’s trying not to believe due to the fear of being cast aside, burnt out from the effort of believing something that he doesn’t deserve. That he never will deserve.

“Sure.” He replies, still keeping a hand on his chest, the dark memory in the back of his mind, never letting him sleep and a constant reminder of who he is. Where he’s come from and what he’s given up.

“You don’t have to believe me . We have all the time in the universe for me to prove it to you.” Liam smiles, placing his hand next to Theo.