#thanks so much for sending it in ahhh

[snoopyhq]

i literally love your writing sm omg,,

i was wondering if you could write viktor helping reader get over a bad breakup?

sorry if that's a little vague-

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ me and my head high, and my tears dry, get on without my my guy

type: viktor x reader (slight jayvik x reader if you want to squint, but this one is viktor centric 🐺)

summary: fic of viktor comforting reader after a bad breakup

word count: 1527

a/n: guys, you know what's crazy? i LITERALLY broke up with my ex recently, wow. this ask and my response is going to be bit personal to be quite honest with you guys 😭 i'm much better off, trust, but damn, it's still awful. i hope you're feeling better and finding all the little joys you deserve, tumblrina

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Your finger mindlessly hit the button. No matter what song it was, your mind simply didn't care for it. Even if it was your carefully curated masterpiece of breakup songs-made just for the occasion-your heart just couldn't muster the energy. You were usually able to lose yourself in song. To ease your emotions into the carefully crafted motifs made through measures and lines.

Not today though.

When you think about Before, all you could feel was, well... nothing. There wasn't an ounce of sadness you could summon. That emptiness welling up inside you felt crushing, like being held beneath water and pushed further and further down at an agonizing pace.

The heaviness took its toll.

You had promised yourself that what happened that fateful day stayed between you two, and the ever faithful pages of your well-loved journal. No one else would be privy to the way your heart found a way to break into a million new fragments.

So far, it's worked.

You kept to your usual routine. You interacted with your friends, you kept up appearances, and made an effort to at least look like your life wasn't slowly losing color day by day. That didn't mean everyone was immune to the walls you were so good at putting up.

Jayce had been the first one to voice his suspicions out loud, to Viktor of course. He had expressed his concern for your wellbeing after you had spent an entire afternoon hardly responding, and only after multiple repeats of your name did you focus on any conversation directed at you. Viktor agreed, having observed that too.

You had unconsciously begun gravitating towards larger groups. You didn't give yourself moments alone with anyone. That would make it harder to pretend you were fully ok.

Jayce began giving you extra attention after he and Viktor reached the same consensus. Giving you more desk space, inviting you to sit with him, and bringing you food without you having asked. You were grateful, and made sure to tell him for every deed. Viktor was more subtle in his care, but his calming presence was there.

Waiting to walk with you out of the lab so you wouldn't be alone. Deliberately changing the music he usually played to songs he knew you liked. Leaving small, unsigned notes of encouragement around for you to find.

Everyone was so sweet, and you couldn't help but feel worse.

You weren't stupid. You figured out that they had figured out that there was something deeply wrong. You just didn't want them to ask. So, with that worry now in mind, you doubled your efforts to pass off as A-OK. You started joking around with Jayce more, and hovering over Viktor's shoulder to pester him while he worked on recording his notes for the day. He would grumble and bat at you, but it was half-hearted at best.

Viktor and Jayce would exchange small glances, subtle nods. They were both glad you were back.

Except you weren't.

You hadn't expected the radio to switch to Your Song. As the familiar chords progressed and the romantic lyrics played, everything you repressed for weeks finally came to the surface, gasping and clawing at your throat for air. You broke down completely, your body wracked with grief.

Your head fell forward on the wheel, and you had to resist the urge to scream until your throat and lungs collapsed.

Why did it, what went wrong, blame him, blame you, blame whoever and whatever, it happened anyways and there was nothing to be done now, it's OVER so why?

The parking lot was empty. That was the only tangible thought you could form, the truth a small comfort.

Except it wasn't.

The universe really thinks it's got jokes, huh?

His amber eyes were fixated on your vulnerable form. His brows furrowed, his mind already racing to figure out everything in front of him. There was no way this was a new, sudden bout of sorrow.

With his shoulders set, he picked up his brisk pace, not stopping until he was beside your car. He rapped on the window with his hands, startling you out of your misery.

At first, all you could do was stare. Curse your luck. Viktor was witnessing your breakdown in Real Time. Your face was streaked with tears and snot and probably some unholy mix of eyeliner and whatever remained of your carefully constructed look for the day. You rolled down the window.

"... 'Sup?" you croaked. It sounded just as pathetic as it felt.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

You unlocked the passenger door.

For a moment, there was only a long, tense silence. Finally, he broke it with a wordless hug. And gods above, did you need that. You knew he wasn't someone who freely gave away his touch, so you made sur to cherish this.

Wiping your eyes, you reached over and changed the music, raising the volume up until it was enough to shake your poor car. You didn't care.

Neither did Viktor. He would wait for you, until you were ready to say what you need.

"It's over," you finally blurted out, barely audible.

Viktor sighed, and lowered the music.

"We broke up," you said again.

Ah.

"I don't know. I think deep down, we always knew it was inevitable. I think I did, at least. Our goals were never going to align. I don't think he saw a future where I could fit, despite all the compromises I've made for him. Why did I let myself do that? For love?"

You laughed at that. It sounded so ridiculous when you voiced it plainly. No more justifying it to yourself for hours on end. Just you and Viktor, in the safety net of darkness your car provided, the treeline the audience to your eyes.

"Don't get me wrong. I did some damn awful things too. I let things drag on for much longer than they should've gone. I held out for nothing and all that did was make it worse. How could I have been so foolish? I used to think I was somehow above the petty strains of heartbreak. I mean! I read the books. I watched the shows. I observed and I listened and I took every damn precaution at every turn, and it still ended like that."

You took in a shuddering breath.

"In all my obsession with being prepared, I forgot to pay attention to the aftermath. I don't know how to heal. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I have tried so, so hard to find myself again after everything. And I'm reasoning it with the fact that my dopamine neurotransmitters have conditioned me to feel the motivation and reap the rewards that love offered, making the sudden loss of a romantic relationship so terribly hard to adjust to. But that's not enough, Viktor. I can't comfort myself with a bullet point list. What is wrong with me?"

Viktor let you talk. He listened, taking it all in and turning it over carefully in his head. When there was a lull in your confessions, he spoke, carefully choosing his words.

"I believe a good start would be to find your support system, and to let us in, even if only a little bit. You have Jayce. You have me. Let us remind you that you aren't alone," he said gently.

"And another thing. You are correct with your statements. This grief and inability to cope with loss can be reasoned with psychology. You can acknowledge that both of you did awful things. You can say and do all you want to remain as impartial as you can, so you don't end up worse for wear, but it is ok to also acknowledge you were hurt."

"Not everyone you love or have loved treated you like they should have. And I believe letting that truth overshadow your neutral acknowledgement will help you heal. Your self worth is in shambles. That is heartbreaking. You are a brilliant aspect to so many lives. Never doubt that, and never diminish that."

He somehow knew all the right things to say. Sweet, brilliant Viktor. You could feel your eyes welling back up with tears.

"Thank you. You're right. Finally telling someone has made me feel lighter. I do feel better. You're a wonderful friend to me Viktor. I can never thank you enough," you whispered, your voice breaking as it trembled.

"No need to thank me," his hand found yours, giving it a grounding squeeze. "When you're ready to talk about it some more, I will be there. If you choose to never think of that terrible time again, then that is ok too. Whatever you choose to do, know you are supported. You are loved, and not just for circumstance."

With that, it was like the clouds could finally begin dissipating. Your music slowly cranked back up. You start the engine again, your drive back to the dorms no longer blurred by tears. For the first time since it happened, you felt like you could finally see again.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

(last seen at the tmnt au comp u _ u)

CRYING I LOVE SWANATELLO AHHHH 💜💕😭💞💖💘😭😭💜💕💗💜💖💘‼️‼️ omg I’m a big fan of your aus ;w; and I love Swanatello holy cow your brain is so beautiful like your art style 😭💘 I hope you find your boi!!! 🥺

But fr if ‘Void’-Leo ran into Leo first, he’d probably point and laugh either because 1) this dude lost his brother lmao or 2) he’s laughing at HIMSELF for hallucinating this scenario rn (because he’s a little coo-coo. A little insane in the membrane)

But if ‘Void’ ran into Swanatello first… i could see one of two things happening—

Leo is so Shook he just has the dial-up sound playing in his head, or through a silly exchange of “Lake?” “Key??” “Lake!” “Key!” the two establish a buddy system to look for their respective Things together

[crystallizsch]

Hi 💃 Sorry this has been in my head for like an hour, but I was listening to music and I think the song called Past Lives REALLY fits Yuusha in some way?? I can't exactly form the words shdkajjckaf but the lyrics seem to make sense and I don't know how else to put it 🧍‍♀️

Past lives couldn't ever hold me down Lost love is sweeter when it's finally found I've got the strangest feeling This isn't our first time around Past lives couldn't ever come between us Sometimes the dreamers finally wake up Don't wake me, I'm not dreaming

(eugh it looks like they're doing a high-five but i wanted it for them to be dancing ;; oh well 🧍)

(also read more below bc this turned into another ramble omg i cant shut up)

HI HI! 👋👋👋👋 SORRY I COULDN'T HELP IT

AND I'M NOT EVEN SURE IF THIS IS THE RIGHT SONG YOU'RE REFERRING TO BC YOU DIDNT SPECIFY AN ARTIST BUT IT SEEMS TO FIT ????

i just pulled up the first ones when i looked up the song on spotify 😭

i think both are pretty much the same song though???

anyways EITHER WAY THIS GAVE ME EAR WORMS I CANT STOP LISTENING TO IT?? this is my type of music i cant explain it 🤧🤧

ALSO ALSO WAITTT WHY HOW -- HOWD YOU READ HER THIS WELL

IS SHE THAT OBVIOUS OR AM I JUST REALLY GENERIC

bc there's also this headcanon that there's a version of the twst cast back from the world where yuu/mc came from

and i'd like to think yuusha had a partner back in her world similar to jamil before she ended up in twst ;;;;

I've got the strangest feeling This isn't our first time around Past lives couldn't ever come between us

IM LOSING IT---- THEY ARE SOULMATES BECAUSE I SAID SO (<- delusional)

and also this specific line ,,,,

Don't wake me, I'm not dreaming

lowkey my mind is also buzzing with thoughts i can't put it all into words as to why this fits SO much, especially with yuu having dreams canonically

i guess for yuusha specifically she feels content with the people around her in twst but shes still convinced everything is like a fever dream and "going home" will put everything back to normal

so the line "dont wake me im not dreaming" is her true thoughts, she is in denial and she doesn't want to wake up from the "dream" that is twst wonderland bc shes finally happy

[ruporas]

hello hello! I hope you don't mind me dropping by but I just want to say I love your art so much, the way you draw vashwood is just so sweet and tender but can I just ramble about the way you draw Vash especially? More specifically, the way you draw his expressions when he's looking at Wolfwood???

I just LOVE the way you draw Vash's expression because the way you make him look at Wolfwood is so soft 😭😭😭. There's just something about it that's so tender, like whenever I look at Vash's expressions in your art I just think "that is genuinely someone who loves another person with all their heart" and it just mends and breaks my heart at once, you capture Vash's love for Wolfwood in ways I can't explain 👏

It's unbridled love mixed with the fear of hurting Wolfwood in their relationship. It's wanting to spill so much affection but holding back in fear of messing up. He looks at Wolfwood like he's longing for him so earnestly be it pre-relationship or even when they're already dating it's just so??? 💕💕💘💞💖💖💞💕

There's just something so tender and heart wrenching at the way Vash looks at Wolfwood in your art, it gets me really emotional and I hope you have a lovely day/night for real <33!!!

ouuuuu thank you so so much for your kind words and for taking the time to tell me this T_T !!! i'm glad my expressions for vash's longing gazes at wolfwood is well done enough to have this sort of response to it…

he's the kind of person that has to hold back in both words and touch when it comes to love, when it comes to wolfwood, but i think it's a difficult emotion to restrain, especially when wolfwood is kind enough to let it be.

ultimately, what they're allowed to have is the inevitable shared spaces during their travels, it's the other's physical presence, being next to wolfwood, being able to take him in through the way he simply exists. smelling smoke, seeing smoke, seeing the cigarette between his fingers, seeing the crosses littered across his person, the rosary snug around his neck, his scruff at his chin, messy bangs, messy hair, tired eyes, the canine that peeks when he speaks, and a voice carrying heavy words, but honest, and kind, and one vash could never get tired of hearing, like how he'd never be tired of just looking at wolfwood.

it's of gratitude, it's of sorrow, it's of grief, it's of love, praise, adoration, it's desperate and it's full of yearning. at first, it's a gaze he feels he has to be satisfied with until he's learned that he's allowed for more and at that point, when wolfwood has given him so much, how could he look at him in any other way?

in any case, i def like to make it known and parade around vash's deeeeeep deep deep feelings of love towards wolfwood, so i'm very happy to know i can express that clearly through his expression alone. i Also just love wolfwood so maybe the projection goes from the heart of the artist to the heart of the art.

i ended up collecting a few caps of his expressions just out of curiosity for myself :3 i have much to improve still, i'll keep on drawing vash's loving self until i can get the ultimate loving expression down!!

[cianmarstoo]

Is Alex a morning person or a night person?

he's kind of both-

he's very much one of those kids who is just like 'Imma stay awake all hours of the day and will be totally fine', then an hour later is all whiny and having to be either carried or cuddled by either Meredith or Derek

🌞 He tends to wake up earlier when he's little or between headspaces, either going to cause mischief somewhere, or going in to Meredith and Derek, full of energy. This works for Derek who is definitely a morning person, and if he's not in early he'll take Alex fishing with him (though post watching Finding Nemo Alex refuses to let Derek actually catch any), or they'll go walking through the woods near Derek's trailer/the dream house. If Meredith's worked nights then Derek will take Alex to a local bougie bakery to pick up pastries for them all, and coffee for him and Mer, and a hot chocolate or a smoothie for Alex to take home to her 🌞

🌛Alex tends to want to stay up later when he's with his cousins, or when he's fighting his little headspace, or if there's been a big Greys level drama and he's wanting to be near his parents... or if he's really into whatever he's doing. They're pretty good at keeping him to a schedule which helps, but sometimes they can't help it at all. He tends to have a bubble bath at night to help chill him a little, especially with lavender bubble bath or something. Both of his bedroom have little cool lamps like lava lamps and a salt lamp (from Lexie... they've told Alex multiple times not to lick it even if he finds it cool that its salty) and they put music and a white/brown noise machine on... still sometimes he sneaks out to play with something he was playing with, or if he's big its to game with Jackson (because the two are always getting in trouble with each other) Meredith is more a natural night owl (Derek had to learn to be one because of their work), so will normally go and hang out with Alex, laying beside him in bed, either talking to him about hospital drama, or reading him her mothers journals.... or perhaps actual storybooks if Alex asks for them. If he's over tired but insisting on staying awake, one of them will take him on a car ride to get him to sleep, because an awake all night Alex is a cranky the next day 🌞

🏥👪✨Ask me some headcanons here✨🏥👪

[mad-hunts]

louise throws a deadly snowball at barton! (unprompt)

barton should've known to trust his instincts - and at that moment, they were screaming at him that someone was watching him. 'but i'm literally in the middle of nowhere, so who would be watching me?' is what his mind wanted him to believe. and that ended up biting him right in the arse because other supervillains didn't exactly abide by his own logic at times; the faint sound of a twig snapping underneath someone's feet apparently being the difference between barton being alive versus dead.

for all extents and purposes, something like a snowball being thrown at you was usually nothing to worry about. but barton could see the faint silhouette of someone who he was pretty sure disliked him and whom also happened to have ice powers. therefore, ducking underneath the snowball that one killer frost threw at him wasn't as unreasonable as one might think it was. that snowball could've had icy spikes inside of it for all barton knew! an incredulous chuckle left the doctor as he watched it sail into the snowy ground beneath him.

oh, this was now officially war. shaking his head was all barton could think to do as he crouched down to hurriedly gather a wad of snow into his hands. ahh, if barton even wanted to have the slightest chance of measuring up to killer frost's probable altered snowball, he would need to craft a really big snowball. that is... before tossing it right at her face. screw manners, which is something that barton never had much of, anyway. ❝ ahh... i know you did not just try to throw a snowball you likely turned into a death machine towards me, louise! i'm going to make you regret that. ❞

he charged towards her as he rose his hand to prepare to throw the small boulder of a snowball he made towards louise, ❝ come here, you jerk! someone's got to teach you that your actions have consequences. ❞

[nympippi]

can we get some more griffy content 🥹 literally anything will make me beyond happy

Finney teaches Griffin how to play baseball in his spare time because Griffin see’s Finn as a big brother and looks up to him!

Finn also teaches Griffin how to braid hair! And make pancakes since,

I headcannon that while Finn is definitely the older brother in the Blake household, he’s also a parental figure to Gwen and Griffin. Making sure Gwen’s hair is braided, making sure they’ve eaten, and have their homework done.

[aimfor-theheart]

hiii i hope you feel better soon 💐 for the little game you’re doing how ab megumi + morning/dawn or something like that.. since he is always associated with only shadows and the nighttime.. this could be interesting to think about maybe?

hello hello my beloved!! thank you so much!! 💕 it means a lot 🥺💕

and yes, i love the idea of doing something a lil different with him 👀 i hope you enjoy!

megumi + dawn

your eyes are heavy but the world looks light.

you teeter beside megumi, elbows knocking together, before he stabilizes you with an arm around your shoulders. he tucks you up against his side.

the mission was a success, but it was a long one. you're both scraped up and bruised, and have been awake for nearly forty-eight hours. in desperate need of showers. food. a long, long sleep–deliriously, you wonder if he'll crash at your place again. you need to patch up wounds and maybe see shoko but–

but the world is coming up golden.

and megumi's got his arm around you.

you lean hard into his side and he almost stumbles a little himself.

"we should get breakfast." you say.

"we look a mess." he responds, "i don't even know if someone will seat us."

but they do, at some little hole in the wall on the way back home. you two must be sight; megumi's hair stands up at odd ends, soot on his face, a cut across his cheek that has barely stopped bleeding. you know you're not far off. maybe worse. your shirt is torn.

but it's a small place that serves pancakes and crepes, soft and warm on your tongue. it's quiet this early in the morning. and maybe it's the concussion you're sure you're working with, but you sit real close to him, thigh to thigh. shoulder to shoulder.

you swipe food from his plate.

and the morning light spills in from the window onto him. liquid gold turns his eyes the color of the sea at sunrise. the light touches him like its greeting an old friend, slow, and warm.

"megumi, "you say.

"hm?" he asks around his crepe. cheek full of it.

"stay the night with me."

he swallows hard. his cheeks dust pink like the clouds outside. "it's day."

you smile, dreamy, at the prettiest boy you've ever seen, covered in dust and dirt and blood and gore and you say;

"then stay the day with me."

give me a character + time of day (dawn, dusk, midnight, etc.) and i'll write a small blurb!!

[beasttrash]

For artist asks, 3, 4, 6 & 7!

omg ok!!

3. My favorite piece right now is the piece i drew for the final day of reguri week!! i love how the background came out for it. its just, mwah mwah. so good.

4. The piece i wish got more love is this one with ethan, silver and zubats. i spent an awful long time drawing that background LOL i still love how everything came out!!

6. im not gonna say backgrounds but its up there with things i enjoy drawing loll, i love drawing silly faces on people and designing fun outfits for them to wear!!

7. again, probably faces!! its the first thing i tend to focus on when drawing lol

[oculusxcaro]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity!

// Thank you so much for sending this, Wolfy! The same goes to you too in that you (and Elise!) are absolutely wonderful and a joy to have around! I adore you very much and love your blog ~ ♥♥♥♥♥

[mobius-m-mobius]

are you going to gif daniel in that snippet of queer we got recently? 🥺👉👈

With pleasure anon, tysm for the ask and hope you enjoy the set which you can find right here!

Am psyched about the movie and definitely wanted to make gifs but was under the weather when the clip first dropped and figured I was a bit late to the party, have to keep reminding myself on Tumblr there's no such thing though! So your request was much appreciated as is any excuse to celebrate Daniel's acting, this is for sure going to be such an incredible role for him 🥰

[gloryseized]

Link: 👐

Meme Tag -- @regnantlight

Link pauses at the sudden touch to his cheeks. He'd known Zelda was standing there, heard her quiet steps and the shushing of her skirt fabric as she crouched down to see what he was down. And he doesn't mind her watching his work, hands running along the wood of his bow to make sure it stays in fighting condition. The touch surprises him though, hands stilling as her eyes flick up to study her face.

And her expression is unreadable, although with a certain kindness that he's not sure how to interpret, a heaviness resting on his chest as he has to remind himself how to breathe. The touch is so tender, so soft, that Link finds the tension unwinding from his spine, unwinding from his shoulders and his neck, places he doesn't even realize. And his eyes slide closed, settling into her hold on his cheeks.

[aaternum]

HELLO! your writing is so good I just want to swim in it!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ love your blog!

omg STOP. WHY CAN'T I SEE INBOX NOTIFICATIONS ANYMORE??? HELLO??? this is so nice!!! i'm -- i love your blog and your writing too! <3 you put so much love into nezumi and all his verses. every alternative version of him is built with so much care and attention. i'm in awe!

[ruporas]

Hii just wanted to say thank you for sharing your art! I love how sincere and expressive your style is and it’s been a huge inspiration to me. It’s always a delight to see new posts from you and so I wanted you to know you are incredible ! :))

T___T THANK YOU SO MUCH.... i'm glad i can be a source of inspiration, it's an honor to hear!!! it makes me really happy to hear this, thank you so much!!!

[llondonfog]

[balladetto]

the hidden / accepting / @nihlkahn

     There comes a point where you hurt for long enough, alone enough, that the ache becomes something like a friend.

     Link almost can't imagine being without it. Saying goodbye to it. He doesn't think he'd know how to when he's been holding it by the hand for so long, so dutifully, and maybe it's his mistake — admitting that. But the night stretches on like some gaping maw: suffocating, his exhaustion a weight he can't lift his head all the way up against, the gnawing rot sunk so deep in the heart he feels he has no tears left for—

     And the Deity, through it all, is here. By his side, despite what brought them together. Despite what should've kept them apart — how Link wanted them apart. He remains, anchored. Present.

     Vengeful.

There's moments of the Deity that find him awash in regret and hatred for the Goddesses as he looks upon Link, how could they do this to a child who was so alone in the world? Even though he couldn't have prevented it, he still wishes he could have done more, " I can't believe you've been dealing with all of this on your own. If I could go back and change it all, I would. "

     Had he the energy for it, Link would've smiled. Or, at least, tried. It's a nice thing to hear. More than what he's ever gotten from anyone about this — through no fault but his own. Is it wrong of him, he wonders, that he only dares this with the Deity? That he'd sooner open the door for a god than any older friend; that he'd put his struggles there, on that divine-or-other level his companion occupies?

     Link feels it's only fair.

     He shakes his head from where it's buried in his arms, shoulders moving up-down in some half-hearted shrug. Now that it's out there, suspended in the space between them with shaky, stunted words, the hurt feels— emptier. Not gone, just...easier to fill in, maybe. Easier to breathe around and say, "S'kay."

     It's not. But he likes to imagine there's a yet there: it's not okay yet, 'cause it will be. It will have to be. He can't change anything that's happened, can't change that it's all happened to him, and he can't want to. What would it make him if he wished this on someone else? It has to be him. It has to be Link.

     It will always have to be Link.