#this got sad real fast

[cajunfoxnight]

Did Lillie and Reconstruct ever meet again?

The things we do to protect the ones we love 💔

[constantvariations]

Same train of thought is why in the fuck does Blake start out deradicalized?

The White Fang had been committing at minimum targeted property damage, grand larceny, and assassinations since Blake was twelve. Being radicalized at that young an age, she wouldn't just be lost in the sauce, Blake would be mixing kool-aid in Jonestown!

Something pretty major must have happened in order for her beliefs - which at this point would be intrinsically tied to her identity - to be shaken badly enough that she'd eventually leave the only family she'd known for the last five years. And even after leaving, there's still the unlearning of those beliefs and all the missteps that accompany that journey

Yet she gets introduced as being uncomfortable with the direction of things as if they haven't been going on for half a decade, as if she's not on what seems like a routine mission, as if there's not a damn good reason they're doing the things they're doing

ShawLuna kinda wrote Blake like she was born yesterday and is just now learning what sin is rather than a young woman having a moral crisis

[number1villainstan]

Hai :3 kai chisaki for drink Headcannon🥛, stress headcanon💣, sadness Headcannon⛈️, and work headcannon💼 pls :3

And also tengai for a family headcannon and a stress Headcannon. I’m forcing you to think about him.

Kai Chisaki:

Drink: This man runs off of ungodly amounts of caffeine energy drinks, possibly spiked with alcohol. However, if for some reason he is being forced to take some downtime, he'd probably like hot and sweet drinks, like hot chocolate or sweeter styles of coffee. Not that he'll actively search for things he likes. I don't think he views himself as worthy of pleasure.

Stress: Always. All the time. Being trans and gay in a highly conservative and high-control yakuza group + untreated childhood trauma + absolute workaholic is NOT an equation for relaxation. He is, of course, much more snappy and irritable when he's stressed, and that stress tends to leak out and make all the other Expendables stressed as well.

Sadness: He's too alexithymic/emotionally unintelligent/depressed to be Sad, exactly. He tends to process things very logically while ignoring his own emotions outright. But I feel like if one of his Expendables/Bullets, despite their name, actually died? The grief would paralyze him until he finally lets himself break down crying. Even worse if that Expendable is Kurono or Irinaka or Katsukame because of his history with them.

Work: Touched on this in the Stress headcanon, but yeah, absolute workaholic. His favorite parts of work used to be working in the lab and experimenting because Biochemistry Special Interest, but then depression hit and sapped away his passion and interest, as depression tends to do.

Tengai:

Family: Haven't thought about this a lot--I believe he's like, in his 50s and was a Buddhist monk? So probably his 'family' was the monastery he was in until they kicked him out for reasons unknown, and now you could argue that his family is the Expendables. I can see him viewing Rappa as a particularly annoying younger brother :P

Stress: Rappa stresses him out canonically, but I think that he prefers to retreat to a quiet or dark room and meditate if he can when he's stressed. He's probably the best (besides maybe Nemoto) out of everyone in the Expendables/Chisaki's side of the Hassaikai at handing stress because of his past as a Buddhist monk.

[never-ending-fanfic]

Just realised that in all this mess of learning to live with OCD all by myself and managing it, researching, learning and finally seeking help from a therapist and a psychiatrist I completely forgot to realise that I'm going to have to still live with it.

For the rest of my life.

[jacqcrisis]

I think the fact he can't give Karlach a hug bothers Ronan a lot. Can't give her a chummy pat on the back. Can't rest a hand on a wound to heal it. Can't help file her horns into something more acceptable.

What a terrible curse to be afflicted with. How is he supposed to foster comradery in his fellow travel companion if he can't put an arm around her shoulders while they walk and talk (well, she talks and he mostly grunts)? He's burned his hands so many times trying.

[girlivealwaysbean]

on one hand completely ignoring your emotions is soo good for my mental stability and productivity but man i miss staring at the ceiling and listening to sad songs on loop

[campingwiththecharmings]

The web novel bots on AO3 are evolving 😑

[weirdcat1213]

if i see this animated in stampede i will jump off a cliff no joke

[glass-trash-bab]

Maybe I am staying up till 3 a.m. making a playlist for my dnd character. What of it

[thisisareallymeaningfulurl]

CHIEF YAKOU NO

[scorching-passion]

@holyguardian​ asked: "You've seen the world, right?" It wasn't a malicious question. Aerith didn't mean to stir up a past bloodied with war, though the innocent curiosity had a strong sweeping effect. It was likely his memories tumbled with that one question alone.

"My mother told me I was born at Icicle Inn. That means I have technically been outside Midgar, but these walls are all I remember." Her hand curled and rested to her chin with a thoughtful little hum. "And SOLDIERs, you're always on the move right? Missions to take you everywhere... so, where in the world would you go?"

The skirts of her dress shifted as she turned to face him proper. Her smile, so wide, and touched by a childish playfulness. "You must have somewhere you'd like to go, just to... be." To be free. Unprompted Asks - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

The night was unusually warm for the season, pungent was the breeze which ghosted through the garden, the plume of flowers dancing atop their long stems; without a care or a single trouble to mar their scented beauty - to die and bloom again when the season was through. Oh, the desire for a second chance like that. The ability to rebirth and grow afresh, stronger and even more glorious than before. 

It was with these thoughts in mind, when the comfortable silence which had slowly settled between them was broken. Though rather than conjure a past he would rather forget, Roche would instead blink stupidly at the girl for a second, perhaps two. 

She was so pretty, dearest Aerith Gainsborough, as much as his memory could serve him in that moment, from a time before the infantry, before SOLDIER and whatever he was supposed to be now. Perhaps ShinRa believed they could strip away and rebuild a man, much how the flowers would die and rejuvenate; to warp ideals, perspectives on life and how one should lead it… built to serve and fight the good fight. But he could never forget her; not her face, her gentle touches when he’d fell and scraped a knee, those emerald eyes as they’d cried the day he chose to walk away… 

This question of hers… Exponentially heavy, a weight upon his chest, deep within the cavity which caged his cold jaded heart. 

And so Roche would offer a sigh, a low contemplative sound, allowing his eyes to wander once more amongst the flowerbeds and their aromatic bounty. 

“I’ve seen some of it, certainly not all. There truly is no limit to the crave wanderlust brings.” He himself would shift, shoulder adjacent to Aerith’s gaze while he would bend both knees to rest upon them each elbow. A fist, loosely held, clasped within his other hand, a single thumb rubbing habitually over leather coated knuckles. 

“As for where I would like to go…” a pause, searching for the words, because this place was long gone to him now, so far out of reach and without the possibility of mere travel. Obliterated by time itself. 

“...Here, with you. When we used to play in the spaces of the old town, that time we found the family of kittens on the far southern scrap border… I would very much like to visit again… one day.” 

For it truly was the last time he recalled ever feeling anything even close to happiness, of truly knowing the notion of freedom when it was only well too late; the memories alone simply weren’t enough.

[partiallysame]

Ghost gets no bitches and he reminds me of whatever that TikTok audio is that’s like “how’d you get her?” And the other person is like “get her? No she grabbed me by the throat and told me I was hers”.

Word count: 800

Warnings: none (ghost being immediately whipped)

So hear me out you’re at the grocery store and while walking down the aisles you see this behemoth of a man. Big muscle sexy, surgical mask covering his face. You want. What to say? How should you approach? Ah yes you need help getting something from the top shelf. Stepping so you’re in his line of sight

“Could you come here?” You ask him and he just gives you a blank stare. Raising your eyebrows clearly waiting for a response he turns around looking for who you could be talking to and who is clearly not listening to you. When he sees no one else in the aisle he slowly points at himself, questioning you. “Yes you.” You smile trying to hold in a laugh. Quickly adding a “please” in the sweetest little voice and he is scurrying over to you.

“Could you please reach that box for me?” Ghost raises his arm up and points to a box when you nod confirming that’s the one you want he hands it to you. “That one too please” he obeys. You have him hand you two more boxes (not needing any of them). Then you try to push your luck a little. “Wait not this one” you hand him a box back and he returns it to the shelf. Before you know it you’ve had this man put all the boxes back just to hand them to you again. A smirk plastered on your face. Not once did the large man question you, not when you were looking up at him with those pretty eyes.

“Ok done with this aisle. Come on.” You start walking and his feet are following you. He hasn’t said a word to you but is following you around the store like a puppy. Down the next aisle you pointed at something (well within your reach) and he handed it you.

“Are you always this obedient?” You watched his eyes go wide but he found himself nodding. He’d probably say yes to anything you ask when you’re looking at him like that, like you want to eat him whole. His answer brought a smile to your face and he swore his knees were gonna buckle. You held out your hand, “phone.” It was a statement not a question and he quickly (fumbling) pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. When you saw it was locked you looked up at him moving the phone ever so slightly towards him. You had meant for him to take the phone and unlock it but instead he mumbled out “0000” a small but dramatic gasp left your lips “oh so he does speak.” You typed in the 4 digits and the phone opened. You looked up at him when the basic passcode worked. “Simple and obedient. Just how I like ‘em” ghost swallowed hard. No one has ever treated him like this. Spoke to him like this. Not even Price. He should be offended? Insulted? Definitely not turned on. Right? (mark him down and scared AND horny). You handed his phone back to him, your number and name resting on his screen. He reached to take the phone from you, but you didn’t let go. Fingers touching you looked up at him “you better call me. I’ll be real sad if you dont.” He swore he was gonna pass out. Before you let go of his phone, hands still touching, heavy steps made their way into your aisle.

“Aye lieutenant there ye are. Been wandering round lookin fer ya.” Soap called down the aisle.

Ghost refused to acknowledge his friend calling for him, keeping eye contact with you. Your smile got bigger as you let go of the phone.

“Lieutenant huh? That mean you know how to give orders too?” He nodded again. “Then I’m definitely going to need you to call me. I’d like to see that.” Your eyes shamelessly raked down his figure. Fuck he needs to hold on to something.

Once you finally walked away, Soap approached quickly asking who you were and when ghosted shrugged his shoulders “I don’t know.” (But he’s gonna that’s for sure)

“She’s a fine looking lass I’m gonna go talk to her.” Ghost’s hand moved fast, grabbing the back of Soap’s neck guiding (pushing) him in the opposite direction of you. He was thanking god you saw him first and not Soap. If you had talked to Soap like that, ghost knew you’d have him walking on a leash (who’s he kidding if you had asked ghost would’ve barked)

Part 2 Part 2.5 part 3

[the-cooler-king]

The meds take the bite out of my anger because Jesus christ do I want to bite chomp and murder

[superhoeva]

the 141 boys with a crying reader is eating me aliveee

the first time you cry in front of gaz is an accident and that man turns into the softest thing you'll ever meet. maybe it's a bad day at work. or a rude dick at the store you stopped at on the way home. regardless, he's allll sweet cuddles and coos. shushing you while kissing your wet cheeks, mumbling that it's gonna be alright, lovie. 'm here, 've got you, yeah?

silence. that's the first thing that comes when soap realizes you aren't faking it. those are real tears falling from your eyes and he's got to do something about it. there's an ache in his stomach when you lull against him, and the man's got to pull himself together before you're both blubbering messes. with no idea what to say, he opts for physical comfort instead. holding you almost too tight, hoping that you can't feel how fast his heart is beating at the sight of you so sad.

price spots the tears before they come. senses the energy in the air as you walk to him with slumped shoulders. what's this now, hm? the question rocks something inside you–breaks the dam–and collapses you straight into his awaiting arms. he ignores your whine when he pulls away, cradling your face and reminding you to breathe. in and out, darlin'. that's good, just breath with me for a bit. whatever it is this time, he'll fix it. make it better, and do the same thing the next time you come before him with a wobbly lip and watery eyes.

what's happened? who did this, i'll kill em. you can't find a break in your cries to answer simon, and this makes him sober a bit. finally, it takes him a second to realize that that's not what you need to hear right now. that version of him isn't who he needs to be right now. so he stuffs down the anger and replaces it with a palm against your back and cradling of your head with the other. he stands completely still, as if you'll break, and stays that way until your sobs revert to soft sniffles. don't 'ave to tell me right now, love, okay? just don't pass out 'n me, alright?

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[tea-of-destiny]

terra kingdomhearts voted most likely to be suffering from "guy in his early twenties" syndrome