#the angsty return

[artistdove]

Some extra dopey doodles

[an-established-butt-dent]

One of my many Solavellan head cannons.

They traveled together for months, years even. Don't tell me these lovesick fools didn't regularly disappear into the woods together, to have a quiet romantic moment away from the prying eyes of the other companions.

Mixed media on paper.

[whumpacabra]

Whump that is about change. Whump that is about acceptance. Whump that is about adapting to loss. Whump where there is no rehabilitation, no getting back what’s gone. Sometimes things happen and there is no going back, there is no getting better. Sometimes the person that comes out the other side is different and they will never be the same again. Sometimes you need to grapple with the reality that most people don’t bounce back from traumatic brain injuries, from severe burns, from lost limbs and are their old selves ever again.

Whump that is about change, with no going back, and how the world won’t end because of it.

[lunarharp]

orufrey

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Do you think if the trolls all came back, like everything in the main comic did happen and they were alive again. Do you think Feferi would actually forgive Eridan? Or want to even be his friend after everything? I don't personally like the erisol and fefertasprite interaction…felt rushed…..so I just wanted to know your opinion if things were different! :)

Yeah, I think they would be! Feferi is one of the trolls who takes dying the least badly (relentless optimism) and Eridan does genuinely feel bad, which means a lot when it's Eridan. I think she really is genuine when she says she wants them to be friends and also that she's really not the type of person to hold a grudge, and like... death is SUPER cheap in Homestuck, it's really not the horrific, irredeemable, irreperable damage that it is IRL - and if you're talking about (Feferi) and (Eridan), then they're both dead (and irrelevent) now, so the score is kind of even.

In general, the fandom - I mean, people in general, really - tend to have difficulty divorcing themselves from other people. We tend to assume that the people and characters they like will hold similar opinions to themselves. This is how people who like Karkat and don't like Eridan can mentally gloss over or even block out their clear, close friendship, or how people who dislike Cronus can end up overlooking that Meenah actually takes his opinion seriously and unironically defends his wizard thing. Feferi really isn't mad at Eridan or upset about dying the way we probably would be, because she's friends with the horrorterrors, relentlessly cheerful, comfortable with death in general, and death is also just not really that big of a deal in this setting. "I'm really sorry about that, that was shitty of me" is honestly probably all the apology she needs, especially if they came back to life anyway.

[toastybugguy]

No compass pointing home…

[irenespring]

Maybe House has made me more in-tune to the secret unhinged side of my favorite characters but I'm watching SVU and Alex Cabot is a menace. (/pos)

"I have to enforce the law, and the law is not always about justice" except random times when she disagrees and will fully become the lawyer for an opposing party in full defiance of her bosses.

"Your honor I simply do not vibe with the law" and will say so in court to the point where she once got held in contempt.

Started her legendary string of "Go After The Large Company Instead of the Obvious Target" cases just because Liv asked.

She will actually do literally anything that Olivia asks...sometimes when she does something especially unhinged I go to check the scene before and 90% of the time she's doing whatever it is to appease some vague whim of Liv's.

Ride or die for the SVU squad as a whole after working with them for less than a year and knowing that they have cost her like all her political capital (something that was very important to her...she says so in her introductory scene).

Exactly predicted fetal personhood legal issues 25 years before the Supreme Court overturned Roe.

Wanted to execute a woman for the first time in NY history for feminism reasons.

Spends like 80% of all work meetings, with other people in the room who are often actively talking to her, just staring at Olivia.

Always down for a Crazy Scheme (especially when she gets to deceive others).

She has a lot of moments of understanding the law as a weapon (ie how to I use it to my own ends as opposed to viewing it as a holy ideal) that is only now actually becoming a common philosophy in law school circles.

WAY more loose-cannon moments in general than I remembered.

Also I feel the need to reiterate just how many bridges she will burn and loops she will jump through for the slightest hint of approval from Olivia. Just...so gay.

Seriously just like how in House a casual viewer may get distracted by Wilson's "Definitely a Normal Person" disguise and miss how he is just as crazy as House, Alex is just as batshit as known exhibitionist-asphyxiation-in-the-middle-of-the-courtroom fan Rafael. And I love her dearly.

[calloohly]

wow haha what a fun guy i bet he has normal thoughts and feelings about human connection and interpersonal relationships haha

[jomiddlemarch]

The Pump Room was excruciating and the lovely golden Crescent a horror. There was no delight to be found in the gardens, no diversion over tea or cards, no lace or ribbon tempting. Anne’s reticule hung from her wrist and her eyes stared sightlessly at the great blue sky, the kestrels and sparrowhawks aloft. Dear Lady Russell was kind and her friend Sarah Follett was as amiable as when they had been at school together and it was all worthless. Anne had broken her heart herself, sending Frederick away, and nothing in Bath would soothe her. She’d never, never return.

Posted for Day 3 of Janeaury, prompt "Bath"

[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. “

[briar-oses]

squished geomjon

[xxlady-lunaxx]

sanemi had grown accustomed to the smell of cigarettes, how it clung to his clothing and followed him where he went. he was used to discerning whether his siblings would be safe by the density of the smoke in the air. if the smell was lighter, less recent, he took the opportunity to do everything he could when their father was away. somehow, even if kyogo didn’t actively have a lit cigarette with him, the smoke followed him like a plague. which he spread through the house, informing his family of his presence. because of this, the fainter scent of it became a shade of safety for sanemi. he found some solace in it, despite everything. so that, even after years, it soothed him. allowed him to relax for a moment, his mind instinctively thinking that it would be alright for now. he sought out the familiar incense, after some time, wanting to cling onto the tugs of nostalgia when things had been so much better. when his dread had derived from his father, and not from living another day. sanemi would never smoke, he was set on that. then it would only solidify the nagging feeling that he was slowly becoming more and more like the man he used to hide everyone he loved from. but, despite it all, the tension in his limbs loosened when he walked into a city and was greeted with the wavering smell of cigarettes. it wasn’t strong; the air was moving idly. it was just enough to put sanemi at ease as he headed towards his next mission, allowing himself to think that things would be okay until his father returned.

[lilithofpenandbook]

au where when a Death Eater is killed, they can actually not die, on one condition:

Their heart must be pure.

This doesn't mean they never ever did anything wrong. That's impossible if you're human. No, this means that whatever they've done, it's for a selfless reason. That whatever bad they've done for selfish reasons, they've fully regretted, repented, and set out for redemption. That in their heart of hearts, they are no true Death Eater, because true Death Eater have no compassion, or selfless love. Selfless Love is a pure thing, and if that exists in the heart, then they may survive being killed.

And there's another thing: they return to the physical state they were in before taking the Dark Mark. It's all effectively "wiped clean", as it were. Of course, the actions remain, as do the mental scars, but the physical body is now back to when it was still pure of this evil as a little nod to the purity of their heart.

During the second war, then, there are a few Death Eaters who do not die. But only the fewest:

The most famous example? Severus Snape, who is all but a mere child, barely touching adulthood. Who's small and underweight, whose body is still riddled with scars from the Good Guys. Who's so young it's frightening to think he became a death eater at this age because there's something so broken and fragile about him. How did he manage to survive through that?

And then... And then there's Bellatrix. Bellatrix Black.

Who... Who's a literal child.

[lawsofchaos1]

Shadowhunter Promptlet: Empath Alec Lightwood

Imagine an AU where certain powerful Downworlders and some Shadowhunters from the oldest bloodlines, the ones most connected to Raziel, have special powers.

Alec is the eldest son of two ancient lineages and no one is surprised when his gift is unusually strong. Alec is an empath/psychometric and can feel everyone's emotions through touch. The emotions are overpowering and hurt, so he wears gloves almost every waking minute of the day and avoids touch from pretty much everyone, only occasionally allowing Izzy or Jace close, but never any direct skin contact.

Magnus, son of Asmodeus, is equally strong in his gift - a telepath who can influence people's emotions in addition to reading minds. Although, people are horrible, so Magnus has iron clad shields to prevent that as much as possible.

Magnus has locked his heart away for centuries because he is terrified that his partners only 'love' him because he's influenced them without meaning too.

When Magnus and Alec meet, Alec is absolutely entranced. Nobody has ever felt so good to him before, and feeling the edges of Magnus' emotions is like sinking into a warm bath. Magnus resists his own fast fall into love until he finds out that Alec is immune to being influenced by his emotions - he can feel them, but he knows they're not his. Magnus cries for the first time in centuries when he realizes that Alec's open adoration for him isn't something Magnus unknowingly manufactured in the thrall of loneliness and desperation.

Alec is touch-starved, their kiss at the altar the first time Alec has touched anybody's bare skin since he was a child. Afterwards, Alec indulges in Magnus' touch every chance he can get, reveling in every brush of warmth from Magnus' hands and lips and arms.

[Only hit Keep Reading if you want some optional hella angst before returning to the happy ending as scheduled.]

They’re still the wonderful, schmoopy Malec we adore, but Alec always feels in the back of his head like he somehow lucked out and stole Magnus from someone more deserving - he was literally Magnus’ only option after all.

On a mission one day, however, Alec discovers a lead on a magical artifact that would enable Magnus to selectively neutralize his powers.

Alec would do anything for even a small chance at changing his husband’s life like that- letting him be able to finally hug Ragnor and Cat and Raphael, let him hold Madzie’s hand.

But Alec knows in the deepest part of his heart that with every step he comes closer to finding the artifact, he takes one step closer to losing his husband. Why would Magnus choose Alec if this discovery opened up the whole world for Magnus to choose from?

Three weeks later, in an abandoned dockside warehouse, Alec stares down at the gem in his hand and thinks that it’s a cruel irony he would find this on the evening of their third anniversary.

He contemplates waiting, contemplates giving himself just one more time with Magnus, one more night to burn in his memory to last for the rest of his life, but he knows that every stolen touch would feel tainted and wrong.

The only question is, after giving the gem to Magnus, does he wait for his husband to ask for his freedom or does he offer to give it to him before he is forced to hear that request cross Magnus’ lips?

Alec doesn’t know which one will hurt worse.

[Return to happy ending post-haste after suitable amount of Miscommunication and Angst]

[rainintheevening]

Return

Hard floor under knees

Shock in wood meeting skin and bone

And a warm rush like water

Smell of mothballs and old wood and the beef broth from dinner

Squinting in a different light

Mother is a quick thought, echoing of old forgotten joy

Mum

Dad

How could they have forgotten?

England, war and all, like a long lost nurse embracing them

Welcomes them back in the flush of youth and

White-haired, bright-eyed curiosity

A guiding hand to steady where the swords hang no longer

Tracing lines between the older stars of this old home

And questions

Belief behind the spectacles that draws out trust, laughter

Letters race away toward the battered house in Finchley

So much not said, but enough to say what matters

Love, love, miss you, the Professor is a brick, miss you, love

The shirts and skirts and shoes fit well enough

Even wistful memory cannot keep plain food from filling bellies

But minds and hearts are stretched too far to fall back into the same places

Imagination on a holy scale

Some wriggling is required to make it settle in

Knuckles press to wood, questioning, hopeful

But where there was a door there is only a wall

Aches of doubt soothed by voices

Telling what the other eyes have seen

And in that big old house and in those lawns and woods

Some magic lingers

Wood is warmer than stone they remember

[canthandlethishit]

prompt: timetravel fix it (?)

Damian somehow traveled back in time and meet robin!Jason mistaking him for Dick, after a while he caught up and realized, Jason was headed out to the place he’d be taken and later be killed at the hands of joker, Damian now have to contemplate changing the timeline to save Jason or not

go wild