#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.

[citrus-simp]

7 hc’s for a bakugou who loses his quirk after fighting a villain

-devastated. Completely just broken

-would probably go into a deep depression. He’s been training and working so so so hard for years on end just for it to end doing what he loved.

-you of course are there every step of the way. Every time you’d walk in on him trying to spark back up his quirk. How there would be a brightness in his eyes if he thought he felt a spark. The way he’d sit in bed just zoned out thinking of god knows what

- wouldn’t want any kind of attention, can’t face his peers or even his mentors. He feels like a failure. You always try and comfort him as best as you can but you know what he lost and what it meant to him. You would remind him that he’s still a hero not just to you but everyone who knows his name

-He still trains his body just like any other day, sometimes you do have to step in or he’ll push himself much too hard thinking he could “get the quirk to come back by training hard enough”

-sometimes the reality is too much to face. To know he can no longer fight as a hero, at most he can work with the hero’s but not be in the actions like he was before. Over time he would still try and learn to accept it but would look at the sky and ask into oblivion “why?”

[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.

[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

[nochepsicodelica]

"All those drinks are gonna do you dirty, ma. You're gonna throw up if you don't get some food in your system, so eat," Toji says, pushing the box closer to you.

You giggle at his serious face, before standing up from your chair for the fourth time, trying to go around him. Toji's used to this by now and stands up, bringing you back down to your chair.

"Stop getting up and eat your food. You literally begged for this. Why aren't you eating it?"

"Why aren't you eating it?" You return, raising your brows at him, seductively. It doesn't come off too sexy when raising your eyebrows makes you immediately squint because of the light going into your sensitive eyes, but it does lure a chuckle out of Toji.

"I'm ignoring that. Just eat. I don't wanna hear you upchucking in a couple hours."

"You won't hold my hair back?" You pout. Your feigned little flash of sadness produces real tears in this state, so it's a little confusing for Toji when you start giggling while wiping at your reddened cheeks.

"Your food's getting cold. I know how you are about reheating fast food, so eat it before it goes to waste."

You smile at him, your eyelids almost completely shut in your drunken daze. Toji can't even lie, it's cute. It's the only reason he's not up the wall about this little situation. Then you decide to drop a bomb on him.

"I'm not hungry anymore. Too tired to eat." You rest your chin on your palm, shutting your eyes. It feels nice. It would take less than thirty seconds for you to fall asleep.

Fuck. Think, think, think...

"Hey." Toji pokes your forehead, lightly, earning a hum and a furrow of your brows. "What if I feed you?"

You laugh, giddily. "Ooo, you trying to romance me?"

"Sure, if you eat."

You laugh again. "Toji, you dog, you. I'm not putting out." You shake your head, eyes closed with a dumb grin on your face. "No, sir. It's food and then goodnight for me."

"You already put out for me, earlier, doll." He smirks at the way you blush, clearly having an 'oh, yeah...' moment. "Eat some more so we can go to sleep."

"Hm?" You hum, rolling your eyes open after your blink of sleep. You crack a grin as soon as you look at Toji. "You wanna kiss me sooo bad. Look at you."

"I'm not gonna kiss you. You're not listening. You think you deserve kisses for that?"

"Uh... yes? I mean no. Pshhh, nooo. Of course, not."

"That's right. So eat, or you'll go to sleep without kisses, tonight."

"Noooo," you whine, dramatically. "Wait! Fine, fine. Look." You take a huge bite of your sandwich, your cheeks puffing up as you chew. "Oh, this is really good," you say, muffled by your mouthful of food.

"Don't choke, doll. Small bites are fine," he says, picking up a napkin and wiping the excess condiments off your face.

You push through it and gulp down the bite. "That was a lot. Got bread stuck on the roof of my mouth." You take a sip of your drink to wash it all down. "Did I look so pretty for the party, today?" You ask, your lips curling as you put the cup back down.

"You did, mama. Stunning. Swept everyone there, off their feet."

You smile, the gesture transitioning into a giggle. "Even Shiu?"

"Yup. Even Shiu said he wanted a piece of you."

You gasp. "No... Did you fight him?"

"Nah, I wanted to, but I kept my cool. If he had put his hands on you, then I might have, but I had my eye on you all night, to make sure nobody did more than look at you."

"I wouldn't have followed him anywhere, anyway." You roll your eyes, suddenly so hostile against the host of the party. "Probably would've kicked him in the nuts and gone to find you."

"Yeah, that's a smart idea, doll."

Toji's elaborate answers to your questions kept you awake long enough for you to mindlessly eat while he talked. You were at the end of the sandwich when you realized how much you had eaten and how full you were.

"Can't... do it..." You groan, lying on the arm you have extended on the table. "Too full." You sigh, heavily, setting the rest of the sandwich down on the scattered fries in its box.

"That's good, ma. You don't have to eat it, anymore. We can go to bed, now."

You let out another heavy sigh, sluggishness washing over you before you force yourself to stand up from your chair, this time with Toji's 'okay'. He looks at your little belly as it protrudes from your dress, proof of how full you actually are, and pokes at it. Your usually soft tummy is temporarily stiff and it's adorable.

You grab Toji's hand so that you don't stumble as you walk. Before leaving the table, he finished the remainder of your sandwich in one bite and threw out the container with the remaining cold fries.

"Damn, you were right, baby. That was good."

"Mhm," you mumble, waiting for him to lead you to the room.

Toji helped you brush your teeth and wash your face, and when you finally made it to the room, he helped you dress down into comfier clothes. Now, you're in bed together and you're in his arms trying to doze off, but you can't with the way he's smothering your face with kisses. It's just kiss after kiss with him and you can't focus, but it is what you wanted. After all, you stuffed your face for this.