#time for angst

[anestofocs]

(Closed rp thread with @white-reaper-dragunov )

Pre Tekken 4/Post Tekken 3

It was a calm, silent night. The first in a while after Yuki discovered his half sister and biological father. When he lost said father when he sacrificed himself to save his kids. Adding to the turmoil was that his boyfriend, Sergei had been more secretive and withdrawn then usual. Both had been busy even before Yuki had to rush to Japan. Sergei was a soilder, Yuki was getting his new club up and running, alongside his less then legal activity as the "Mocking Demon". Yet lately they had seen less and less of each other.

Shaking his head, Yuki brushed those tthoughts away. He had a job to do. A high ranking "diplomat" and her cronies had been terrorising the local honeless population. Snatching some off the street, all while keeping plausible deniabilty. Unfortunately for her two things got him involed. One,her minions hadn't escaped his intelligence ring"s notice. Two, a customer paid the demon a good deal of money to kill the diplomat.

Garbbed in his tactical gear, a full covering outfit, Yuki stared down the scope of his sniper rifle, signature mask popped up onto his head so he could make his shot. The woman, A Russian currently traveling to her car was right in his sights.

"Got you." He murmured, firing at her from a distance. It was clean hit. But did alert her guards. So Yuki popped his mask back on and ran...

..Unaware that an Angel was on the hunt.

[existentialgaybirdnerd]

The babygirl-ification of Simon "Ghost" Riley is started when Soap notices that Ghost eats a lot of foods he obviously despises and then gives him replacements every few meals for those that are like super bad on the texture scale for Ghost.

He then slowly and methodically gets Ghost used to soft things. Handing him cleaned gloves he snatched and ran through the washer with fabric softener, stuffing his flat pillow with more stuffing, putting a hoodie or two in his closet and taking any and all jackets that aren't specifically for mission use.

Soap then starts asking opinions and when no opinions are given he sets out to find favorites within those questions, easy things like "what's your favorite movie? " or "what's your favorite book?" Ghost has trained himself not to have favorites, so Soap starts getting him to think about it by sitting him down for a movie night and making it seem like Ghost is doing HIM a favor by staying with him for the night.

He gets used to all of this slowly and surely.

He gets used to feeling soft outside of missions and debriefs.

He gets used to casual touches and looks and gentle words. Forehead kisses and gentle feelings.

Too bad that all gets ripped away from him in one fell swoop huh?

[tumbleweeddesktop]

"Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don't cry"

But this time it's Neuvillette recalling it in Wriothesley's voice after he died

[lulue-xie]

Will you see me one day ?

[mytardisisparked]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The X-Files Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully, Fox Mulder & Dana Scully Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully Additional Tags: Angst, Grief, Mulder is very lost, Scully is his anchor, symbolism in rain, honestly i can't say much more without spoiling too much of the story, but I promise the ending is very hopeful and no one dies, except maybe the author, because she loves these sad idiots a whole lot Summary:

The rain was pounding on his window like a snare drum, a sure sign that he should stay in bed. Getting up would mean facing the grey. Facing the wet. Facing… everything.

The only force that moved him enough to roll out of bed and trudge to the bathroom was the fact that Scully would be disappointed if he missed work. She had a way of motivating him like no one else.

[nxmelessfighter]

// oh boy

[wes-laye]

Wake up babes it’s 9pm and it’s time for ANGST

[isefyres-archive]

Lord   Connington   had   been   very   clear.   Something   in   the   eyes   of   that   man   had   shifted   once   he   had   learned   that   Eleana   had   been   on   Aegon's   chambers   alone,   at   night,   and   that   it   clear   that   there   was   something   between   them.   He   had   cited   her,   alone,   to   explain   something   she   knew   very   well.   So   he   made   small   arrangements   at   first.   Her   room   had   been   changed   to   the   other   side   of   the   castle,   to   keep   it   at   a   distance   from   Aegon's.   For   the   first   week,   she   was   able   to   skip   council   and   crossing   paths   by   simply   saying   it   was   her   women's   days.   And   when   that   didn't   work,   illness   did   just   fine.   Through   the   days   of   politics,   she   was   told   by   Connington   himself   to   entertain   the   visitors   from   the   Reach,   the   Oldflowers   who   were   there   to   make   a   claim   on   Highgarden,   she   spend   her   days   walking   with   Lord   Garth   and   his   sister   and   when   she   saw   Aegon   looking   her   way   through   the   gardens,   she   would   excuse   herself   and   leave.

  It   ache   her   to   be   so   distant   with   him,   but   maybe   he   would   finally   see   why   this   was   impossible   for   them.   Instead,   she   should've   known   better.   One   day   after   a   day   in   the   library,   mostly   hiding,   reading,   entertaining   some   of   Connington's   own   family,   she   returns   to   her   chambers.   It   was   a   long   day   and   when   eyes   settle   across   the   room,   she   knows   it's   about   to   be   longer,   when   she   sees   Aegon   standing   directly   by   the   window   of   her   room,   curtains   close.  

"Aegon."   His   name   a   surprise   whisper,   her   hands   gripping   on   the   book   she   held   tightly,   keeping   her   distance.   Eleana   does   have   the   sense   to   appear   guilty   at   the   sight.   "You   shouldn't   be   here."   It's   too   close   to   their   first   kiss,   that   first   confession   when   he   kissed   her   and   his   hands   wander   around   but   except   of   his   chambers,   he   was   in   her   own.   "It's   too   late.   You   should   be   resting.   .   ."   But   there   is   a   fire   in   those   violet   eyes   that   tell   her   she   had   done   something   wrong.   Which   she   had.   "Connington   will   know   you   are   here." @aeg3n

[aresy1pp1e]

depersonalization

a state in which one's thoughts and feelings seem unreal or not to belong to oneself.

Symptoms of depersonalization include: Feeling detached and disconnected from your physical body, yourself, or thoughts, as if you were an outside observer. Feeling emotionally and physically numb. Not trusting your memories

[anaveragefan0411]

Extra headcannons of this AU about the aftermath of the incident :

Mereo after the incident only stayed for the funeral and leave to the forest never visiting the kingdom again

Fue who was a Captain and House Head at that time couldn't grieve properly so after work he would go to Leo's grave and spend time there with Leo

Noelle started to be more determined to be a magic knight since it was one of Leo's dreams and she wanted to honor him in a way

Mimosa was more determined to be a better healer so that she could heal anybody so no one she loved would leave like Leo did

Kirsch on the other hand act like canon did but he would care more for Noelle and Mimosa more (and Mimosa wouldn't mind Kirsch much like canon did)

Ever since Leo was killed, the Vermilion family would cut communication with their grandparents knowing there involvement with Leo's death

Most of the kingdom didn't know Leo even existed because Leo is always busy with training that he didn't attend most events but there would still be rumors about the third Vermilion being the little brother of the Captain of the Crimson Lions

After that event, Fue would be more pissed off with the Nobles for badmouthing he's little brother, he would immediately reply to their statement with if your going to badmouth him you should leave now

The Crimson Lions doesn't know anything about Leo at all and they would wonder the questionable items in their captain's desk

The Captains would give their condolences for Fue and give him some space knowing how much he means to him

Fue would always dream of Leo and sometimes nightmares about him about Leo asking him why did he leave him alone and demanding him to come back he sometimes wonder why he did it too

Fue personality would be like canon but he would be more defensive about someone insulting somebody because of what happen to his brother

Fue would keep most of his brother's item and there would be a picture of Leo at his room and desk

The Crimson Lions would be curious about the boy in the picture at the captain's desk because of how much he looks like him

Randall would be the one who asked Fue and would be shock when he reveals that the boy was his younger brother , Him being curious would ask him what happen to him and Fue would sigh and had a regretful look. Randall noticing his expression would said that he didn't need to answer him and apologize but Fue would chuckle and said he died two years ago that would shook Randall making him to apologize about bringing him up with Fue being it's alright you didn't know

The news about the rumor would spread fast around the squad about the captain's younger brother and the squad for a few days would give Fue sympathetic looks with Fue just giving them bitter smiles

When Asta showed up in the entrance exam, Fue would look at him and reminded him about Leo but since he doesn't wanna be biased about it he didn't raised his hand after the selection

[pose1dson]

his stomach feels tight the moment he sees her . he remembers watching her interview during the games the year after his and hearing her story about her friend . her friend had been killed in his games , and not just by anyone , but by HIM . clarisse la rue's best friend is standing in the same room as him , and now he's having to face her .

he wants to avoid her at all costs , but in trying to avoid the capitol crowds , he now finds himself face to face with her . he keeps her distance , but he knows just turning around isn't an option now that he's been seen . " hi , " he greets awkwardly , avoiding her gaze .

@beaureguarde

[vocal-system]

Wiz snapped awake on a set of cliffs overlooking the ocean. She got up quickly, but half screamed when she tried to move her right arm. She looked down at it and then honestly screamed when she looked at it. The admin looked up, confused. Fwhip knew that that didn't come from his players, but what would have made it then? Wiz watched as her arm glitched out, purple pixels running across it, burning into her very soul. It felt like it was withering, but so much worse. Then she saw it was moving up her arm and screamed for anyone to help. Where was Copper, Gem, Iron maybe? She'd take the Watchers over this- Fwhip got up from his planning table. No mob could make those noises. Time to see what was up, then. He started walking toward the noises, seems they came by those cliffs near the skeleton spawner- those were cries, not noises. That was begging for help. Oh shit that might be his players! He ran now, going towards the screaming, and found a red-haired girl screaming as glitches went up to her shoulder. Oh fuck.

[noodles-and-tea]

Twins in time au but they have slightly different reactions….

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Bruce keeping a tighter and tighter lid on his identity around the Justice League because with each new person to reveal their identity he realizes that he has fucked far too high a percentage of his co workers as Bruce Wayne and he has to take this secret to his grave

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Afton kids deserved better in FNAF..

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