#they are very sad

[melllohigrace]

the fence blocks bloodlust

Bdubs hates the fence, he loves being red, but he hates watching Etho walk away.

last life!ethubs angst drabble :) 352 words

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Bdubs hates the fence.

He hates the line drawn down the middle of the snow castle, he hates the fence, he hates all of it. But he loves being red. It's exhilarating, it's refreshing, it's violent.

But he's alone.

He stares over the fence at Etho, who is staring back at him with an apprehensive look. His eyes are tinted green, even the red one with the jagged scar running down it. Contrary to Bdubs, whose eyes are red and full of bloodlust.

He watches as Etho begins to struggle for words. His mouth is covered by his mask, but Bdubs knows the former well enough to tell when he's struggling for words. His eyes start to wander and his hands start shaking. Bdubs isn't sure if Etho is scared – surely not, Bdubs would never hurt him – or just unsure of where they stand.

"Etho-“ he starts off, but Etho shakes his head.

“I can’t do this, Dubs,” he admits, reaching down to his side for his sword. “I can’t do this again.”

“Do what?” Bdubs asks, the red bloodlust in his veins itching to do something, to attack Etho. But Bdubs restrains himself, because this is Etho, and Bdubs would never hurt him, not like that. Not unless he really had to, and right now, he doesn’t. “We haven’t done anything like this before.”

“Last time,” Etho murmurs, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, “you were red early on. And you lost Cleo, and I thought…” his words hitch in his throat.

Bdubs stares at him, waiting for his best friend to continue.

“I didn’t want to see you go before me,” Etho breathes out, and he turns away.

Bdubs - despite how brave he is, how confident he is - watches him walk away. As a red player, he should be chasing after Etho, taking his lives, forcing him down to red, acting on the bloodlust coursing through his veins. But he doesn’t.

He watches Etho go, run away to find safety in greens and yellows, away from Bdubs who will only hurt him if he stays.

[misconceivedcapricorn]

AU where the choir does remember Penny, but she doesn't remember herself

[makeartnotfriends23]

👁️ The Spectacle 👁️

And Kevin

[iyamifucker]

“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.

[halorvic]

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[notherpuppet]

Art School AU LOL 🦌🎨 based on true stories hahaha

[punkeduppirate]

same old married couple, another adopted child

[bruciemilf]

Bruce who forgets he can’t just. Pick Jason up as easily as before.

Jason will get injured, — he hates ankle wounds; they’re not like shoulder wounds, which are his favorite.

They’re pesky, and tiny but powerful, like Damian, — and Bruce casually walks up to him, tries lifting him by the armpits. One time? No go. Two times? No. The third time, he cracks his neck and does it.

Other times, Jason pretends to be asleep in the Batmobile so Bruce would carry him. Bruce forces himself not to mention Jason can’t sleep without his Wonder Woman bear.

[tswkento]

whether he’s in the middle of a heated argument or being pissed at something out of his control, nanami won’t ever yell. he doesn’t see any point in it and he doesn’t enjoy the sound of his voice raising, so why would he.

arguments with you always end in a calm conversation even if initially you do yell, unable to keep it in yourself, and it’s okay because it’s a clear indication for nanami to stop whatever the hell was going on and show you that he was really trying to understand you, but was having a hard time.

and the only time kento is seen yelling is when you put yourself in danger.

it’s like he can’t control himself; the fear in him controls him, stepping on every single thing that’s sensitive and fragile, and kento’s mouth opens before he can think about his words properly. his trembling arms grip your shoulders and his usually impassive gaze is wide open in unfiltered terror as if he is trying to make you feel whatever he is feeling.

and the way you stare back at him; with your mouth slightly agape and a vaguely distant, almost foggy look in your eyes as you wheeze with every breath you take.

and he continues drilling you about how stupid your decision was, how you even dared to do something like that when he’s right there, how could you be so reckless — in the middle of an abandoned warehouse with slowly dissolving curse plasma and the faint sound of street ambiance being disrupted by his harsh voice.

he closes his mouth shut only when your weak voice joins his, a small, broken chirp as you start shaking in his hands, “‘m sorry, kento—”

the rage in him dissipates and he lets go of you, the thought of his fingers leaving bruises on you making him step away in fear of hurting even more. he rubs his face roughly as he looks around with newfound wariness, noting his glasses and weapon laying on the concrete surface just like they were when he threw them away in order to get to you.

nanami turns back just in time with your knees giving out; able to catch you and hoist you up against his sturdy body as his worried gaze roams over your features, brain trying to muster up something good enough to calm down your disturbed mind.

your tearful eyes meet his and nanami lets out a shaky exhale as he blinks away the unwanted memories of people he’s let go of in the past decade.

“i apologise for my outburst, i just—” he swallows through the dryness in his mouth, hugging you closer to himself. “i can’t see you die. i wouldn’t be able to take it.”

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues

[lxnarphase]

sukuna holding your baby for the first time, looking at the little bundle in his arms with wide sparkling eyes, trying so hard not to tear up as he looks at them.

all he can think about is that he used to be this small, he was this vulnerable, he couldn't talk or speak or fend for himself, and his parents decided he was an abomination to the world and he couldn't do anything about it. but now he just knows he will never let that happen to his baby, no, he'd die before letting his baby suffer like he did.

and sukuna doesn't even realize tears are dripping down his face as he cradles your newborn until you coo, reaching over to tiredly caress his face, murmuring that everything is gonna be okay

[heartorbit]

if we could stay connected, just like this

[menlove]

the problem w modern sci fi is there's no camp. would you ever see a man dressed like this in 2024 star trek? no

a woman dressed like this?

what about these guys?

what about this crime?

meanwhile modern trek just looks like this

WHERE is the cunt! the camp! the garish colors!

[morganbritton132]

AU where Tim, age nine, walked three miles to his neighbor’s house, held up his bleeding hand to Alfred, and asked if he could please have a bandaid. He got stitches instead, and a hug from Dick, who squeezed him tight and asked, “Can we keep him?”

And then Tim never went home again.

He learns gymnastics with Dick and reads in the library with Jason. He shows Alfred how to reset the wifi and rambles on to Bruce about his latest obsession (shipwrecks), and he never sees his parents again.

Behind the scenes, there was a kid left alone in a mansion while a whole international incident played out. It included a kidnapping, a ransom, a failed hostage negotiation, and two dead parents never coming home.

It pokes at a wound in Bruce when he is told about the Drakes and he has always been productive in tragedy. He knows how to shove the hurt away and build something strong on top of it.

The adoption was seamless. The sell of the Drake Estate was effortless. The trust for Tim. The memorial. The scholarships in Jack and Janet’s names. Bruce does it all methodical and singleminded.

And somewhere. Somehow. They forget to tell Tim.

Sometimes he misses his mom and dad. He misses his old room and being alone in a big house, but months turn to years and he likes it here. He really does. He has brothers here and Alfred, and they say they’re his family. He likes that.

They said they wanted to keep him, so they kept him. Kept him forever.

Then Damian is there.

Tim comes home and there’s a new boy, about the age he was when they got him. Tim asks in a whisper, “Did they take you too?”