#they all need hugs

[st4r-t3ars]

The “How to kill your boss” bookclub

[vivianquill]

Tango hadn't had this much physical contact with another mer since he'd gotten separated from his pod.

He was pinned against the cold wall of the pool, Jimmy pressed against him and holding him pinned. Everything was just too much, at the moment. He squeezed his eyes shut, just focused on the water pumping over his gills as his heartrate started to finally slow down.

Okay, back up a bit, how did Tango manage to get himself in this situation?

In all truth, he wasn't entirely sure. He'd been swimming around the pool, trying to get used to the way his ripped fins changed his maneuverability, going as fast as he dared in the enclosed space-- probably faster than was advisable.

It was an anxious tick of his, pacing back and forth when he was attempting to work something out. It helped when the problem was something he could inspect with his hands and where another perspective was incredibly helpful. Not so much when the danger was unseen, unheard, and completely out of his control. At least he could pace, here, rather than being stuck in an empty tidepool not much bigger than two body lengths across.

He'd been talking out loud to himself-- just gibberish, really, thinking out loud as he worked the stiffness out of his muscles. Anything to distract from the eerie quiet. The water being this quiet never meant anything good. He was going to go insane if he had to sit here in silence, just waiting to be ambushed. And him being loud wasn't helping. the sorts of predators that made the sea go quiet were the ones you needed to be quiet to avoid.

He felt like he was going mad anyway. There weren't any predators here, not the type that sound would do anything more to attract. But he simply couldn't bring himself to shut up. It was easier to just keep chattering away to himself, because then maybe he would actually have somewhere to point the pent-up jittery sort of borderline panic that was making his scales itch. Maybe then there would be a physical threat to sink his fangs into, instead of this growing dread and certainty that his pod was dead again.

He'd lost his first pod to a silence like this.

Tango hated silence.

It only took a half a second of distraction for Tango to lose focus on his careful balance of speed and water pressure and the way his fins dragged to slow him down for the turn and-- there was movement, something was above the water.

Thwack--

Well, that hurt. Tango shook his head, at least he'd had the awareness to twist, hitting the wall with his back instead of with his head or shoulder or anything that would've snapped with the wrong amount of pressure.

Then there were bodies in the water, humans surrounding him where he lay on the shallow bottom, a mer circling around behind him for the kill--

It was a split-second decision, and a lucky glance of blond hair versus blue that let him tackle the human into the water and take him hostage.

The other two had gills, but this one didn't.

Once he had his back to the wall and the held in front of him like a shield, the other two kept their distance.

It was Jimmy, the mer he'd yelled at before, and the blue-haired half-thing that'd helped steal Tango and maybe-kill Impulse.

The human he was holding hostage was the one who'd maybe-killed Impulse. In that moment, he was incredibly tempted to bleed the human out right here and now. He was a threat.

"Woah-- woah!! just calm down. we can talk about this, right?" Jimmy had his hands out in a placating gesture, "Just-- let Martyn go, alright? He's done nothing to hurt you, mate--"

"Oh? Why don't you ask him about what happened to my human?" Tango snapped, tightening his grip.

"Don't--! You're gonna hurt him--" Jimmy pinned his fins back in a show of submission, backing off.

But the other one was trying to edge around to the side of him. Tango bared his fangs in response, twisting to face him too, "You stay right there-- don't come any closer--"

The half-thing put up his hands, "Let him go, we're not goin-ta hurt you."

"Tell that to the human you killed--" Tango snarled, flaring his fins in threat, "You killed my human, it's only fair that I get to kill yours."

"Killed--" Jimmy twisted to look at the half-thing, "Scott, did you guys kill somebody?"

"No. No, we didn't kill him. We put him to sleep, that's all." The half-thing-- Scott-- shook his head, "Let Martyn go before you hurt him."

They-- hadn't killed Impulse? Oh. That changed a couple things. Maybe. If Impulse was okay.

A moment before Tango was going to let the human go, something sharp bit him in the arm.

Tango recoiled with a shout, shoving Martyn away.

He got tackled a moment later by Scott, everything starting to go out of focus.

They were all liars. All three of them. Liars and cheats and Tango wasn't going to let them get away with this--

He snapped at Scott, managing to get at least one or two solid bites in before the half-thing could really react. A moment later, Jimmy slammed into the two of them, knocking Tango's head spinning and taking the opportunity to pull them apart.

Tango twisted in his grip, shrieking in anger as he attempted to get his fangs into Jimmy too. He wasn't able to get around to anywhere he could do any damage. A moment later, Jimmy shoved him against the wall.

And that's how Tango found himself in this situation.

He gave a half-hearted flick of his tail, flexing against Jimmy's grip. Tango didn't really want him to let go, but he didn't want to just-- give up.

"Alright. Listen here, you." Jimmy hissed into his ear, "You need to hold your seahorses and actually listen for once, instead of just fighting us all the time. Now. Are you done? or are you going to keep trying to bite me?"

Tango shuddered, letting himself go limp as he tipped his head towards the wall. His mouth felt thick and clumsy and stuffed full of pebbles as he answered, "I'm done. . ."

"Moon and stars above, was that really so hard?" Jimmy asked, not letting Tango go, but loosening the death grip on his arms.

Everything was fuzzy, like the way it'd been when he first woken up here. Whatever it was that'd bitten him was nasty. Nastier than the time Etho had accidentally gotten Tango with his spines.

Jimmy did eventually let go of Tango, after Scott had gone back up to the surface to check on the human. Tango still had to lean against the wall, though. He didn't like his chances of staying upright with the way everything seemed tipped ever so slightly to the left.

He had to admit that he was sad about Jimmy swimming off to also check on his human after a little while longer. Even though Martyn hadn't actually killed impulse, Tango couldn't bring himself to feel guilty about almost drowning the man.

Sue him for being homesick, but Tango couldn't help but want the other mer around.

[arcane-jinx-2024]

I think my emotional support found family needs emotional support

[rambleonwaywardson]

i have so many thoughts about your astronaut au!! i just wanted to say it’s definitely one of my FAVOURITE clegan fics, sending you lots & lots of love and support 💌

and the last chapter, literally screaming crying and throwing up. i wanted to launch myself through the screen and give gale curt and bucky the biggest hug ever. the way you write both gale’s and curt’s emotions is just so perfect & of course OF COURSE bucky responded to buck’s name, like no gale it wasn’t a coincidence you guys are just made for each other like that (they’re such soulmates it makes me want to cry)

i love love love the way you write them <333

And I’m literally screaming at this ask because THANK YOU so much.

“They’re such soulmates it makes me want to cry” - a thought I have literally on a daily basis.

I really loved writing Gale and Curt’s emotions in chapter 12. Kind of especially Curt, because he’s in such a difficult position right now that can easily be under-appreciated in the grand scheme of things. So I really wanted to explore some of what he’s thinking and feeling and going through. And of course… Gale. Ugh. Gale. Everyone send Gale hugs please.

[nightmare-the-cat]

The Unforseen Price

Or- in my headcannon, about four years of combat training later, all these traumatized kids need therapy IMMEDIATELY because they are terrifying and fucking DANGEROUS when set off

Let’s go down the list here…

Guren

Being leader of any team comes with heavy burdens-including the heaviest dose of trauma when it comes to heroic persuits

You don’t just FORGET the brief moment in time where you were the last living human in the universe-as much as Guren tries to. Being host to the most dangerous and volatile of all the elements does not help these issues one bit either.

The guy is responsible for four OTHER traumatized kids like 24/7 on top of the ESP bullshit driving him up a wall-catch him on a bad day and your body will never be found

Ceylan

Humor can be a great coping mechanism-if it’s not the only one you have. From watching his best friend get murdered (alongside the numerous attempts beforehand) to the everyday traumatic experience that is the horrors of war, one is liable to snap-ESPECIALLY if you’re a sniper like Ceylan. The dude has had to look his victims in the eye for four years, and while they may have been corrupted Quartonians, you don’t just shrug off shit like that

Humor can only take a guy so far, and once it stops working for even a moment, trouble comes knocking in the form of deadly precision arrows that’ll rip through a skull like it was a wet paper towel

Toxsa

Escapism via Video Games only works if you play them constantly-which Toxsa simply cannot do all the time. Considering this is Toxsa’s ONLY coping mechanism, he’s very volatile and moody when not training or fighting on Quarton.

Despite not being anywhere near a fault line, Benham City has become a strange epicenter for daily earth tremors thanks to this gremlin

Chooki

This lad is aware he’s fucked up-but does nothing about it. He tries to bury his feelings and trauma in sports, extra curriculars, training, and of course fighting Corrupted up on Quarton. He dares not to be alone with his thoughts-lest the darkness come swiftly for his mental well-being

The guy doesn’t even TRY to go fishing anymore-the silence can send him over the edge in mere minutes nowadays. But he has to hold himself together around people because he has venomous knuckle stingers and electricity as an element-not a great combo for blowing off steam at all safely

Gen

Shit home life, shit coping mechanisms, and still denying being gay has made Gen quite the mentally disturbed teenager. He can hold himself together longer than the other knights, but if Guren is in any kind of danger, Gen goes batshit feral-moving just as quickly as the whirlwinds he commands to engage the enemy in what is sure to be a quick, painful death

Yet he still denies to everyone that he’s gay-despite spending a LOT of time in his days thinking about Guren nonstop.

The denial is damaging to his psyche at this point, and yet, he still refuses to admit he wants to kiss a boy for fear of rejection-the fact that Toxsa and Ceylan have been dating for six months has somehow not changed this

@kazumahashimoto

[of-kats-and-crows]

Me starting Dungeon Meshi : Hehe, silly cooking show. Silly guys,, babies,,

Me finishing Dungeon Meshi :

[amberskyyking]

Dying Isn't Very Regulation: Chapter 15

Ever trauma so hard that like, 20 people around you need brain surgery to recover from it? No? Just Crosshair? Yeah, he feels real great about that.

(A self-indulgent 5 9 16! chapter fic inspired by Snapback by @toomanyteefs with Fives and Ninety-Nine, because I have emotions about this, they deserves the world, and the narrative ran away with me!)

“I still don’t get it!” Commander Thorn’s words drifted back from the cockpit to where Crosshair was sitting, balled up in a corner of the stupid, too small, too quiet Mandalorian ship. “If we really have a chip that makes us follow these orders how come I wasn’t affected like my men?

“Because you weren’t given the order,” Tech said patiently. “It was designed to be passed down the line, from commanding officers down to their men. You never received the order from a superior, but when you repeated what Crosshair said, it was apparently enough to trigger your men… And one of ours,” He added, a little quieter, but not so quiet Crosshair didn’t catch the bitterness in his tone.

He tried to make himself smaller, pressing his back into the cold walls of the ship in his seat as nausea rolled over him. He had done that. He activated the order, it might have been Thorns words but Crosshair had been the one to put them in his mouth. It was his fault, no matter how reluctant the others were to say so. He knew they blamed him. They could hardly meet his eyes after what he did, after the things he said to Ninety-Nine, and the consequences-

“YOU!” Came a shout from the hold, along with a thrashing sound. “Conspiring with the enemy makes you a-”

The buzz of a stunner made the protest fall silent and Crosshair squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it out. Ninety-Nine was back there with the rest of the Corries. None of them would have ever had to understand, and now they did. Was that somehow what he wanted? That was exactly what he had an entire kriffing meltdown over, wasn’t it? Ninety-Nine never had to comply with vile orders against his will, with or without the chip! He never had his body and mind ripped away from his control, never heard voices compelling him to do terrible things… Until now. The image of his face, twisted and contorted as he wrestled painfully for control, would be seared into Crosshairs mind for a long time, nevermind the feeling of a blaster in his gut or the sound of Ninety-Nine’s gut-curling scream as he somehow found the strength Crosshair never could to hold back that killing blow.

Full Chapter (And Story!): The Consequences That Nobody Asked For

[loveheartgirl1]

[scorpionatori]

at some point atsushi and aku are going to be reunited with dazai and I will cry

[kalevalakryze]

Putting hours into a fix it fic and then pausing... This Is Not The Storyline I'm Looking For

rip to you babes, you could have been great

[vinegar-on-main]

@meme-boys-blog

Reblog with your favorite thing about the person you reblogged from.

[st4r-t3ars]

Batch Cuddles

It’s Tooka time!

[toasterofthedeep]

All the tam lin's lives are so sad like why

Also Altria's memories are so horrible

[califrey]

It saddens me that I am no longer into fairytale princes or I would be all over Wyll’s romance. That being said, he is very friend shaped. Needs a hug.

"Wyll is boring" 😑 he is literally the fairy tale prince archetype, you guys just are not interested all the sudden bc he's a black man instead of a white blonde

[wispscribbles]

I love your ghost design. I wanna squeeze him :⁠^⁠)

If no hug then why hug-shaped???

[badsongpetey]

Keith's back - no way Lance didn't get his hug