#this is made for angst purposes

[tragedy-machine]

Something something Crystal gets kidnapped by a demon and Edwin concludes that the best course of action would be to go visit the demon (somewhere incredibly dangerous, not hell, but with a big chance of him perishing if something goes wrong, and only Edwin can access that place bcs of his connection to hell)

He's friends with Crystal now, so he's willing to risk it, so he tells Charles to wait for him and goes to mirror hop, but Charles stops him with a desperate grab.

And Edwin is trying to comfort him like

"Charles, if anything happens to me, you can just peacefully pass on after a few years with Crystal, it's fine."

Charles's entire demeanor goes cold. There's no flaming fury in him, he just turns more serious than Edwin has ever seen him, so beyond mad that he appears calm.

"No." And when Edwin wants to argue, he hardens further. "I said no! Not up for a discussion. For now we've got to focus on finding another way to save Crystal, but later, we'll talk about this." And he firmly pulls a speechless, and frankly nervous, Edwin away.

Of course they save Crystal without Edwin needing to risk his entire existence, and when it's all over, Charles grabs his hand, intertwines their fingers and drags a very reluctant Edwin up to the roof.

Charles doesn't give Edwin a chance to even open his mouth.

"Edwin, I told you you're the most important person in the world to me, didn't I? What about that don't you understand? I really care about Crystal, but I would never allow you to risk your existence for her, me, or anyone else for that matter. There's no "I'll just pass on." There's no afterlife for me without you. I don't want it! Having you ripped away from me would break me. Edwin, I need you. I need you the most. I love you the most."

[hinamie]

congrats on your recovery n all yuuji but unfortunately for you I thought the scars were cool >:/

[onionninjasstuff]

Part 2

[muffinsandstardust]

redemption haulted by murder of villain

dan was actually starting to enjoy life again. he'd been let out the theromos and forced into therapy and was now making a name for himself. he was bonding and making amends with his family, he had a steady job, he hadn't killed anyone in 3 three months! the after life was finally looking up.

until he killed a villain in gotham.

in his defence, the man had pointed a gun at his baby sister.

dani was the breath of fresh air dan needed during his mandatory redemption. she was spunky and wild, she was someone that head never existed in dan's timeline so she was free of all the baggage of everyone else dan knew. and she was family so being around her satisfied his obsession for the first time since he fused with vlad.

so maybe dan was a teensy tiny bit over protective when it came to her. maybe he had a bit of an overreaction because he had some form of ptsd for people like the man the pointed the gun.

now if he had killed a major villain like the jocker he doesn't think anyone would mind. except it wasn't the a major villain. it was the most minor and harmless villain in gotham.

dan had just killed condiment man for pointing ketchup at his sister.

now what was he supposed to do?!

[roseworth]

grabs you by the shoulders and screams alex's death WAS misogynistic!!!! comparing it to uncle ben's death doesnt change that!!!!!!! the intention was for it to be an uncle ben death but the execution of it made it misogynistic because it was cruel and unnecessary!!!!!!!!!!

[margoshamangolord]

guys is this real?

[cheeseceli]

Sometimes I write because I want to. Sometimes I write because I need to. Right now, this is the latter.

Hyunjin saw you when his eyes were closed.

He didn't know it was you though. How could he if he didn't even know "you" existed. But he was sure he saw someone. In between the music that reached his ears and the fog that lived in his brain, he saw a person.

He couldn't see the person's features, but he knew they were beautiful. So beautiful that he found immediate peace. So beautiful that when he reached to touch your face, the world stopped. He couldn't see your lips, but he knew you were smiling. And so he smiled.

But then he left his dream to see his bedroom's ceiling. You weren't there. His smile fell. The music stopped and the world kept going on in its natural disorder and sadness. He was alone once again.

Now, he knew this was weird. It could be just a dream. It could be just a cruel prank his brain decided to pull on him. But he was so sure that it hid some meaning. He never felt like that, it had to mean something.

He laughed at himself. How could he feel anything towards a shadow in a dream? And how could he even dare to call it love? He didn't even know what romantic love felt like. He never fell for anyone. He just fantasised a lot about this feeling, hoping he'd feel its effects one day. He doesn't know what it is like.

But he would wish it felt somewhat similar to what he just felt. It lasted some minutes only, but he swears he never felt so at peace. It felt like coming back home. He was coming back home to you.

Oh, he wished he knew who "you" was.

He closed his eyes again. He tried to go back to you, hoping to see you in his dreams just like he did before. And he silently prayed that he could meet you one day. And his prayers were listened to.

Because some days later he sees you for the first time. But it feels like it's the thousandth time he saw you, like he loved you in his past life and all that came before this one. He says that with certainty, because he just saw you. But he knew he was somehow going back to you.

A/n: feel free to skip this part because I will only ramble now lmao. But the thing is, I listened to love wins all by IU and I also watched the MV. To say that I cried is an understatement. But this song also changed my point of view in so many things. Imagine being able to make hell look beautiful just because the person you love is by your side. Imagine fighting against a greater evil knowing you will lose just because you don't want your lover to suffer, and then you need to give it a try. Imagine facing the inevitable end and even there being together. I am aroace. I have never felt romantic love before. Sometimes I doubt if I ever will. But this song made me fall in love with someone who didn't even exist, or at least I don't know if they do. This song made me feel so many things at once. It changed something inside my brain. Don't be surprised if a good amount of my next works are inspired by this song, it really did something to me. And I apologise if this doesn't make a lot of sense, but I had to write about it.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[stariisoda]

I have this head cannon where so like during the plague when Asra and Julian were together in their really toxic relationship, that often times, Asra would hallucinate. And if they were around Julian, they would hallucinate it being the apprentice. So even if they were doing "things", Asra would get caught up with it and see his apprentice instead. I imagine they finally broke it off when Asra got up during it and had a freak out.

So that's my thought. I think it makes things all the more messed up, considering Asra didn't like Julian the way Julian did and they were so hung up on the apprentice.

[anotherdragon]

So how do you think Ashe "I'd let the world burn before I let my friends die" Winters would react to learning the trickster, through her body, killed William, and through the sacrifice she made to save the people she cared about most she only harmed them. And even if they weren't her actions it was through her body. Do you think they would ever tell her

[ryebread-x]

The One out of Two Times Sigyn Snapped

This is just a little thing I wrote about my variant/interpretation of Sigyn, who is morally grey, so this is going to get a bit dark. This is basically my retelling of the "Horse Myth"(I kind of share my thoughts and feelings in the tags about the myth as a whole. As well as some extra info about what I changed in the retelling) but kinda from Sigyn's perspective and what leads to her later actions :

Tw!: Dark topics, just the upsetting nature of the Horse myth in general, implied murder

Sigyn wasn't really one to snap despite her somewhat terrifying appearance. She was cool and collective most of the time. Sure, if you got on her bad side, she'd chew you out with sassy, but no God, not even her own spouse, never expected her to resort to killing someone the way she did. It happened after Loki's original plan to keep the bulider from receiving his payment began to fail. So they transformed into a beautiful mare to distract the builders' horse. That's the story that was told to Sigyn, but only part of it was the truth. Loki told Sigyn the real truth about what Svadilfari was truly a shapeshifter like herself and even after the incident wouldn't leave Loki be. When Sigyn learned this, she was furious she tried to bring this up to the other gods, but her concerns fell on deaf ears. Some gods even made fun of the situation. But some saw Sigyn was serious, and the others making a joke of this situation caused her to inevitably snap. So, Sigyn took matter into her own hands she disappeared into the forest for almost 3 days and nights. When she came back, she was bloodied, but it wasn't hers. However, when she come back, no God or Goddess dared questioned who or what she had killed. However, Svadilfari never showed his face around Asgard or anywhere again. It is unknown if Sigyn had killed him or not , only that she had returned with furious victory in her eyes. 9 months later, Loki had Slepinir and gave him to Odin. It still remained a mystery about what happened to Svadilfari. Yet, no God or Goddess dared to make Sigyn too angry again for the time being. That was until they decided to lock her spouse away and murder her children. They should have learned from their mistakes the first time when Sigyn had returned from the forest.

[sentientsky]

you're in a car with a beautiful (not-) boy and you don't know how you've managed to stay intact this long, how you haven't fractured at the edges yet, lit up from the inside with all that aching, cataclysmic want you've fought so hard to keep quiet—to keep from thrashing in your chest like a sparrow against glass.

you're in a car with a beautiful not-boy, and you're not human but if you were, you're certain this longing would have killed you by now, would have left you in the cool green earth—rotted you down to the quick—a thousand times over (and if that didn't kill you, then the look in his eyes now certainly would). and you don't, can't, won't believe in god because how could She create such a being and then not let you press your palms to the side of his face, not let you hold him, not let you open your mouth like a confession box and tell him, there is a bird inside my chest and you are the center of every solar system and i'm willing to play the part of icarus if only you'd let me. and you don't/can't/won't believe in god, but his eyes open and its like the sun in a three-piece beige suit and you're pretty sure you stopped breathing the moment he got in the car (hell, you haven't tasted oxygen since the moment he stood on the cliffside, hands all empty of swords and fire).

you're in a car with a beautiful not-boy, and you're all spitfire and grief and six thousand years of whispered half-syllables into the dark of a lonely night, of savouring the way his name burns your tongue like sacrament (holy, holy, holy).

and he's handing you a thermos now, and his hand brushes yours and it's been nearly thirty years, and still you'd let him turn you to salt if it meant he might touch you again.

... but you go too fast for him. you always go too fast, with all your ugly, hollow-boned want and your burning yellow eyes and your hands, sullied with the weight of sin; fingertips that look more like claws than anything you'd ever want to touch with any scrap of volition.

and you're in your car with this beautiful boy who is not a boy and you're burning up, plummeting like a waxen-winged thing. and he's looking at you and you're falling, and the world is twisting around the edges, and he's stepping out of the car and your ribcage is becoming a slaughterhouse—an abattoir with all its knives turned up towards the sky. and then you're in a car, and you’re alone. and that is all.

[thcscus]

alistair showed up in my da2 playthrough and i just touched my laptop screen, gently, as if observing a beautiful fish from the other side of the aquarium glass

[bottombaron]

it honestly surprises me that i don't hear anything about the very real possibility that Nandor could have sired Dracula

[bcolfanfic]

is halona native american? i just looked at her pinterest board and am so intrigued. if ur interested in yapping about her/ offering up hcs pls do i’m very here for it!

i need to do more research before i’m comfy talking about in depth but that’s the direction i’m going in yeah! and it’s where i got her name (: i knew an indigenous gal when i was little w that name and have always thought it was so pretty.

also s/o to @therealslimshakespeare who has a indigenous OC that they’ve written *so* so beautifully. halona was def partially inspired by lu…gen one of my favorite mota oc’s *ever* she’s such a darling girl. i think they’d be friends (:

[toastthewolfie]

tw: death (extras in the tags btw :3)

Astrid is constantly haunted by memories of Emily.

Memories of running on the beach, with the sun framing Emily, making her appear surreal with the light forming a angelic ring around her. Memories of getting dragged out of bed at 2am to go stargaze, making her appear like a child who’s wonder knows no bounds. Memories of sitting in a safehouse with their backs pressed together while one of them naps and the other keeps watch.

Memories of messing with the drill sergeants together and laugh-crying through the harsh consequences of their shenanigans. Memories of disassembling and reassembling weapons together. Memories of secretly treating small scrapes in their barracks.

The memory of that fucking expression right as she pushed Astrid out of the line of fire. That expression before the bullets hit. The memory of the way the life drained from her eyes. The horrid stench of iron as Astrid tried so desperately to keep Emily alive while mumbling reassuring nothings.

The memory of watching the small things that made Emily’s bed Emily’s disappear. The memory of secretly nabbing one of the small pins and one of her sweatshirts to just try and keep a piece of her best friend with her. To just try and keep a small piece of the ride or die friend she knew so well. It doesn’t matter to her that every single time she sees that pin or wears that sweatshirt, she has to fight the urge to crumple to the ground and cry because she would fight god if it meant getting her friend back, but she cant do that, so keeping small pieces of Emily with her is the next best thing.

[b00m-b0mb]

Something really funny that's occurred to me is the way Joe talks about Maccie is like she's some catastrophic event that happened to their family "I can't believe she's been here that long." / "Everything's been different since she was born" / "Everything changed." / "She changed everything."

And it's just rlly funny to me. I want to up the dramaticness of his words at some point. And anyway, he's talking to the Samurai/Ronin for the first time and I'm wondering the impression he's getting lmao

Joe is certainly expressive to me, but only when he's given the chance. And I think w Ronin, he just started letting a lot of stuff out bc thus guy is gonna go on his way anyways.. but then he's like wait!!! Actually let me go?? For a little? (Platonic yearning so bad)

Ronin like 》^. "I suppose.. Alright, curious karate man, I'll accompany you a little longer."

Or something I'm messing around UGH