#truama nightmares

[thatguyrobin]

Sick sick SICK of my health getting worse. I’m so fucking fed up with finding out new stuff wrong with me that I just have to learn to live with.

Went for an emergency eye appointment today cause I’ve been getting new weird visual disturbances, most distressingly a bright white flash that covers most of my vision when it occurs. Immediately worried it was another possible retinal tear/detachment I made this appointment. Good news is, it’s not that. Bad news is, it’s just another part of the retinal/ocular migraines I seem to be getting pretty fucking consistently right now. Which is obviously way less bad that the alternative and I’m grateful BUT there’s nothing I can do about this sort from just learn to live with it, and any future fucked up visuals. Retinal migraine along with hemiplegic migraines cause so much anxiety cause they can replicate other very serious problems, and where I don’t actually get the headache part of the migraine, how am I ever going to know??? Again, glad I don’t get the headache part cause that sounds awful but it would also be a very obvious way to know it was ‘just’ a migraine. Instead of stressing whenever my arms go weak or my vision goes weird or I feel like I’m gonna fall over even when I’m literally just sitting down.

ALSO had a heart appointment (with an accompanying panic attack on the walk through the corridor - yay trauma ✨) only for it to be a complete waste of time cause they only did an ECG and not an echo like always, cause all the slots were taken up. Now have to go back in a few weeks for that too, and I’m soooo jazzed cause the hospital is my absolute FAV place to be /s

To top it off this last week has been full of nonstop nightmares and trauma-related nightmares and the amount of sleep I’m getting is shockingly bad because of it. Shit makes me scared to go to bed cause I don’t wanna wake up 2 hours later scared shitless and unable to get back to sleep. Get though the day with the inevitable (again, interrupted) nap and repeat.

ON A GOOD NOTE, however. I’ve been using my exercise bike which was SUCH a good investment because 1) I can’t really go out and 2) my bones hurt, but where this is low impact and literally in my flat I can do it whenever I want to, so I’m finally getting consistent exercise which is helping my weight loss alongside my calorie deficit (plus I’m actually cooking real food - granted, the most basic stuff, but gotta start somewhere!). Lost 6lb since I started 4 weeks ago and I’m so happy it’s actually working. There’s also the bonus of getting to do maths every day which is fun, and I can see the progress written down which helps keep me at it.

Life has its ups and downs and I’m so appreciative of all the good things that have been happening lately, but sometimes I get bummed out by the bad bits too, and that’s allowed.

[shortkinglogan]

Comparing Wade and Logan's healing factors

I keep reading fics that seem unsure about how their individual healing factors work and differ so I'm making this post to help clear it up for anyone who cares (if you just wanna make stuff up for fun more power to ya)

Let's start with

Logan

As far as what he can heal from, it seems as long as there is a small amount of his genetic code, and as long as it gets enough energy, he can regenerated from just about anything.

He needs tons of calories to maintain the healing factor normally.

He can even regenerated from just a skeleton and it only takes a few minutes to happen.

He isn't seen reattaching limbs but I'd assume this is possible under the right conditions, for the same reasons Wade can do it.

There's also the rest of his abilities that are directly effected by his healing factor.

Without the admantium on his bones, his healing factor isn't constantly working, and his senses and instincts become more powerful, making him more likely to go feral. He also cannot regenerated the admantium because it wasn't a natural part of him to begin with.

Feral Logan is like a mental state he regresses into, he has been without the admantium and still not fully feral, seemingly because he has some people to anchor him, though he is still more animalistic like this. He can even be pulled back out of that mental state by just the scent of someone he cares about.

Wade

His healing is very similar to Logan's, yet also very different.

Wade also can regenerated from just a drop of blood if it can get energy to do so, for Wade, instead of an energy crystal thing, it's Logan's energy, growing off him like an ear on a mouse.

His healing factor works about as fast as Logan's as well able to regenerated quickly when needed. Unlike Logan though, Wade has been seen reattaching limbs instead of just growing them back, but it makes sense both could do it, Logan just keeps getting those dismembered limbs thrown miles away or destroyed so he didn't get a chance as far as I know to do the same as Wade.

Now this i see being weirdly interpreted and I feel like I know what's going on.

Its not a "dying factor" it's still a healing factor, it's just weird because of how CANCER works. Cancer is not dead cells, it's mutated constantly growing cells, so a healing factor would not pick that up as something to kill off or heal from, so wades cancer just spread until his entire body, skin bones and all, are nothing but cancerous cells, and stopping the cancer stops the healing because it stops the cells from regrowing, this, stopping his healing (of he wasn't made of cancer he may still be able to heal even if the cancer was stopped)

What his healing factor is constantly working on however is the effects of all this cancer on his body, he probably experiences a different organ failing on him and regrowing almost every day. So what would happen if he had no cancer to make his healing factor constantly work? Could he go feral too?

Short answer no, in fact, Logan's feral state is more because of his other abilities than the healing factor, I feel like a Wade without the cancer would be like Nicepool, not in constant pain and trying to cover it up, not mentally unstable due to many brain tumors, and doesn't really have a reality hole in his brain.

Also in the comics at least, not MCU Wade, he is cursed with immortality by Thanos cause he was jealous Wade was with death romantically, so he literally cannot die, and the healing factor is no longer even a real player in his inability to die.

So in conclusion

Their healing factors work basically in the exact same way, just has a different effect on each of them due to their respective personal traits (cancer brain vs animal brain)

Neither is better than the other, they are equals, at least until Wade starts mackin on death and becomes immortal.

You just can't kill them without starving them first, and even then we know Logan will eat himself (and feed his flesh to Wade) before allowing either to starve.

Side note, they definitely can age (or at least, Logan does, Wade being immortal and all can't now) even with the healing factor, it doesn't stop aging, but it does make him able to live WAY longer than any normal human. Gotta give some love to old man Logan.

If anyone thinks I've missed something or has theories for things that aren't solid confirmed that differ from my own please lmk! 💙💛

[bubblesandducky]

Arcane season 2 act 1 just casually ended on the most chilling scene in the whole show for me.

The declaration for war, and rhythmic thumping of men and women in uniform.

All eyes turned to the most broken, lost and vulnerable young woman in the room. Shes shocked and horrified, but more than anything she’s desperate. Staring at her is the woman who called on her. The woman who sees how big the hole in her heart is, and is completely aware of what she’s doing.

The thumping starts to drown out Caitlyn’s reservations, it’s loud and overwhelming. Weather she knows it consciously or not, she has no choice. Shes completely frozen, but then she sees hope in her friend’s eyes and it’s enough for her to accept. She might even start to consider that this is how to fill the hole inside her.

She is the perfect puppet.

[saltyfryz]

[waywardsou2]

This was inspired/made for @mrcorkus. You've got the right idea mate.

Summary: A past so dark, and stained with blood will always come back to haunt them. One way or another.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Tags: Nightmares, past trauma, past abuse, death, canon typical violence

Logan was sitting by the window, taking large puffs of his cigar. Wade was sitting in the bathroom. Staring at himself in the mirror, pulling his mask off and shoving it back on his face at random intervals.

Tonight was not a good night. For either of them.

They kept their distances, knowing they weren't good company when things got like this.

And by this, they meant when the two of them were suffering from the effects of their pasts. A time when Logan couldn't stuff down all he remembered he'd done, and Wade couldn't crack a joke to hide the fact that he couldn't stand the thought of someone actually loving him.

He still didn't believe that Logan loved him. Even though he had saved Wade's universe when he didn't have to. Stayed when he could have been anywhere else. Agreed to be Wade's boyfriend even though there were plenty of fish in the sea. He didn't believe a face and a mind like his was worthy of being loved. He looked into the mirror, trying to see even the smallest glimpse of what Logan saw in him. But he couldn't.

There was nothing there except his horribly scarred face and his even worse past as a mercenary. It lurked behind his eyes, like a constant, haunting reminder.

And Logan, couldn't understand why Wade saw him as anything more than a monster. That's what he was after all. A wild killing machine, a feral animal. A dog that at any moment might snap its leash and run wild.

He didn't know why Wade cared for him. Why Wade tried to make him smile, and how he even succeeded. He didn't understand why Wade accommodated for him in his life.

Eventually Wade came out of the bathroom with the biggest fake smile he could muster, having left his mask on the sink.

He turned to Logan saying "I'm off to bed kitten, join me soon?"

He said it in a sing song voice as he slipped over to give Logan a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah yeah, see you soon bub"

Wade smushed Logan's face in his hand, pressing his cheeks together. "I love you Wolvie"

And without another word he skipped back to their room. Passing Al who was sitting passed out on the couch.

"You're really gonna leave an old woman sleeping on the couch? For shame" he said to the writer who wanted to mention Al but couldn't be bothered working out the logistics of their living situation.

Wade changed into his favourite shirt and PJ pants. His bright pink Hello Kitty pants and his white custom made shirt that said "Two seater" with an arrow pointing to his mouth and his crotch.

He climbed into bed, grabbing his unicorn stuffie and passing out almost instantly. No one said it was easy being a hyperactive, traumatised fourth wall breaker.

After an hour, and four more cigars, Logan stumbled his way to bed. Hoping sleep would steal his thoughts away from his last moments with X-Men. How...angry they had been. How much he wished he could take back all that had led to them being taken from him. Wishing he hadn't taken for granted how much of a loving family they were to him.

He stripped himself of his pants and his shirt, crawling into bed in only his boxers before he too passed out.

The night dwindled on as Logan and Wade were sleeping. Wade was curled over on his side. His fist clutching at the blanket. Whilst Logan was on his back the blanket kicked away from him roughly.

Neither of them had found the peace they were hoping for through sleep.

Logan was tossing and turning in the bed, his face twisted into a pained scowl. Logan was getting terrible flashes of his past mingled with his not-so-recent present. He remembers his time with Stryker. Feeling the pain course through his body as he took Logan's body and twisted it into a weapon. Logan was taken advantage of, convinced and manipulated. His mind becoming a mess of thoughts and orders that he didn't want to follow but was compelled to.

He saw his family, his real one and the one he found. He saw his father, his true father. Dead by his own hands, 6 little puncture marks in his chest. He had been a villain all his life. A murderer. A killer.

He saw Scott and Jean, laying bloody and torn apart in the foyer. Their faces pale.

He saw Storm strung up from the chandelier, her cape caught in the ornate bronze. Her hair knotted and twisted.

He saw Jubilee and Nightcrawler. His tail severed lying next to his body. He looked as if he had been shielding Jubilee. Small burn marks in the shape of sparkles littered his skin.

Beast had been in his lab, shards of glass sticking out from his body where the hunters had used his own lab against him.

And Xavier, a look a terror on his face as he sat limply in his chair. His body didn't match his face.

He remembered seeing red. Seeing it everywhere he looked. The blood of his family, strewn across the place he had reluctantly called home.

He saw red in his hands. As he tore any remaining hunters to shreds. Watching his claws take the lives of the humans who had mercilessly taken the life of his family.

And he continued to see red. For days as he chased down anyone who held fear or hate for mutants in their eyes. And he kept going. After a while he stopped looking for that glint in their eyes. Only wishing to see it fade as many times as possible. Because all humans were the same. They always were.

Wade lying next to him curled the sheets and the blanket, clutching at them desperately until his knuckles were white. He saw Francis. Watching him walk in and out of view, every time he walked into view a new method of torture would begin. And Wade could hear his own voice making quippy remarks. Remarks he remembered. But all he could feel was horrible, unbridled fear. All he could hear was the rapid beating of his own heart. The strained rasps that were supposedly his breathing.

All he could feel was the searing pain in every part of his body as it was placed under heavier loads of stress. He remembered how desperately he wanted his body to give up on him. He was dying anyways right? So it wouldn't matter.

But it didn't and for hours and hours it all became worse.

He remembers when it was over. When he was able to break out and free himself.

Only for the pain to return. He remembered the metal poll being shoved through his chest. And hearing it creek as Francis bent it over trapping him on it.

The taste of blood in his mouth as he spat up tattered pieces of his internal organs.

He remembered the hours he had taken to pry himself off the thing. Silently begging that he would just die in the process. But he didn't. And then he spent more hours in the rubble as the hole in his chest closed up. Only for the building to collapse on him and him to pass out. Or die. He didn't know which. Either way, it wasn't permanent enough.

Francis stupid face was all he could see. His voice all he could hear.

"What's my name?" He called, but Wade refused to give him that satisfaction. Refused to allow his face fucker to hear the way his voice might tremble if he said it.

And then in a flash, he was gone and instead he watched as the mercenary pulled the trigger. And Vanessa dropped to the floor.

Wade instinctively reached for Baby Knife who was under his pillow and thrust it into her killer.

Just a Logan protracted his claws and shoved them into the cold dead eyes of Stryker who had taunted him about the monster he had become.

But Wade wasn't killing the masked Merc and Logan wasn't face to face with Stryker.

Instead when they opened their eyes they saw each other.

Wade was hovering over Logan his blade in Logan's neck. Right between his shoulder and his nape. And Logan's claws were in Wade's chest. Blood oozing out of the puncture and dripping onto his bare chest.

The two of them scrambled away from each other freighted. Wade yelped as Logan pulled his claws out of him and he proceeded to fall of the bed. The fall adding to the throbbing, burning pain in his chest.

Logan desperately clutched at the knife in neck feeling blood pool in his mouth. He yanked it out and dropped into on the bed as he spluttered. Coughing blood all over the sheets.

Wade had tears streaming down his face and Logan's eyes were wide with horror.

Logan spat out the blood as his wound began to close and he scrambled out of bed over to Wade. Wade was sitting curled into his chest. The blood staining his t-shirt and pants as he held his knees as close to his chest as he could.

Logan wrapped his arms around Wade and sat with him on the floor. His whole body was shaking as his hair stood on end.

The two of them were breathing heavily. Wade's groaning was punctured with sobs as his organs and ribs repaired themselves.

When Logan's neck had healed enough to allow him to talk again he pulled away from Wade but didn't let go.

"Wade it's not your fault. And I- fuck. I didn't know it was you. I didn't see you"

Wade looked up at Logan from where he was crouching in front of him. His hands still gripping Wade's shoulders.

Logan half expected him to make a joke about penetration but all Wade could muster was a weak pathetic "He wouldn't stop"

Logan knew he was talking about Francis. He had told him all about what happened to him years ago.

Wade had probably just relived it all like he did countless times every night.

"M'sorry Lo"

"You're fine. Healed see?" He touched his neck to prove the wound had almost closed up.

Wade simply put his head into his knees and continued to cry.

It wasn't often Logan saw Wade like this, it had scared the shit out of him the first time it had happen. When one of these nightmares had consumed Wade in his sleep.

But I guess everything isn't like what you always see on screen, is it?

Logan sighed and picked him up, no strain at all, and sat down on the bed. His back rested against the headboard as Wade curled up on his lap. His legs less tightly pulled to his chest as he half laid on the bed and half laid on Logan

Logan ran his hand over Wade's head and back. Stroking him softly to try and ground and calm him. Not to let him slip away again into that horrible place.

It helped him not to slip away too

"I'm sorry Logan. I didn't mean it"

"I know you didn't, bub"

Wade couldn't stand the thought of hurting Logan. He never wanted to hurt the ones he loved. But he always managed to get them hurt. He got Vanessa killed, he watched as Colossus got beat to a pulp and Negasonic almost got crushed to death. He watched as the entire X-Force was slaughtered. And he remembered all the nights he had woken up like this. Having hurt Logan, again

Logan was frustrated. His actions were always violent. He always attacked first and asked questions later. He kept fucking hurting Wade. He was ashamed and frustrated and afraid. He was worried one to many nightmares would lead Wade to kicking him out. Sending him packing because Wade realised that Logan was too much of an unstable monster to be kept around.

"I'm sorry too"

"You don't need to say sorry. You just watched you whole family get killed"

Logan laughed humorlessly at the blunt but accurate statement. Wade also knew what went on in Logan's dreams. Wade knew how badly Logan had lost people.

The two of them stay curled up like that in silence for ages. The moon beginning to set over the horizon.

"You could never hurt me. Not where it matters. You know that right" Logan said it. It wasn't really a question. It was more of a reassurance, a statement that Wade couldn't do it. But he wanted to make sure Wade knew that as well

Wade hesitated but Logan felt him nod his head softly against Logan's chest.

"And I've had worse. You stabbed me in the balls remember?"

Logan grunted "Yeah. I remember"

The two of them didn't say anything else. Having said their apologies they couldn't think of more to bring up. They just needed to sleep.

And so Logan sunk down in the bed and Wade shuffled over. This time the two of them fell asleep. Wade's back pressed to Logan's chest and they slept until the mid afternoon.

Their presence was the only thing that brought the other peace.

I hope you enjoyed this! It was really have and maybe a little ooc on my part but I tried my best. I hope I did it justice.

[dont-blame-it-on-the-kids]

When are we getting more amazing Lin tortured by Equalists fanfiction?

Lmao y’all ain’t sick of me yet???? 😅

You see my username and you’ve got a 99% chance of knowing what you’re about to see lmao 🤣

ALSO Welllllll I Might be working on a Big Torture Fic with @angrywarrior69 focusing on Lin and Tenzin starting in the cells with Amon and following the seasons with some lovely Whump 👀👀👀 ((most Major TW will apply be warned!))

We’re jumping around a bit but we’ve discovered ‘Pemeer’ and it’s my new favorite HC/Au. If you can guess what that means I’ll release the deets 😈

TW for under the Cut

Assault, nightmares, trauma, depictions of children in distress

Without further delay! The premier teaser of!

Through the Bending and Pain

(title subject to change)

// Hands found her in the dark, Lin cried out and struggled against them. Trying in vain to push them away from her body. Tenzin’s face before her angry silver eyes filled with tears.

“Why did you let him get her!” He was angry and shouting. Hurting her wrists as he pinned her down.

“I- I didn’t !” Lin begged.

“I’ll show you! I’ll show you exactly what he did to her!” Tenzin’s hands found her pants and suddenly she was naked under him, his movements hurting her, tearing her body apart once again. His face morphing into that damned ivory painted mask, the heat of heavy breaths met her lips through the slit for the mask's mouth.

Once he was done Lin gasped as she fell through the floor, falling and falling until she landed with a sickening crack on the metal haul of the airship. She trembled as she stood and looked back. She saw the sky bison growing further away, the air family in the saddle. Lin reached out to bend the metal but the element was cold and unmoving under her hands.

“No! No!” Wires wrapped around her and she woke again lying broken in a dark room. An infant cried from the corner and the lights turned on bright to reveal Amon standing before her holding Ikki by the scruff of her neck. “No! Let her go!”

“You made your choice Lin. It was you or her.” Amons voice echoed around the room Lin sobbed as she tried to stand only for Mako to hold her back, his hot hands burning against her skin. Lin struggled against him and sobbed.

“No! I’ll do it! I’ll do it please! I’ll do anything!” She screamed. //

Lin woke with a start sitting up in the small bed covered in sweat crying out in agony.

“Don’t hurt her!” She begged. Lin reached her hand out her gauntlet came to her forearm knife ready as she gasped and sobbed and searched the dark for any sign of Amon and Ikki. She fumbled as she opened the drawers and stalked around convinced he was here, that he had her.

——

😇

[foxgloveinspace]

No more: Andrew has vivid nightmares about real shit that has happened to him.

More: Andrew has vivid nightmares about things that make no since, like zombies and weird alternate universes with magic shit, and nightmares about people that isn’t even him, and that one room that has a pool that he knows someone important in a past life drowned in.

[serizawashugenaturals]

[ID:

how is it 2023 and nobody’s come up with a satisfying explanation as to why cell phones never show up in our dreams if we’re using them for 12 hours a day?

@zephyr_on_call (Zephyr On Call) 5/14/23

End ID.]

everyone agreeing with this tweet is so lucky because cell phones have absolutely been in my dreams, specifically DREAMS ABOUT TUMBLR DISCOURSE. I literally had a dream my mutuals made a callout for me i'm not fucking joking helppp

[theenemyod]

book obsession is great when the characters are in my fucking dreams.

[tokeposts]

⁀➷ FALLEN | BAKUGOU

pairing. Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Reader

warnings. character death, violence, blood, greif, survivor's guilt, truama, hurt/no comfort

genre. angst, soulmates au, canon compliant

notes. ouchie this one kinda hurt 👎🏽

1K | Amid the chaos of war, your unspoken bond with Dynamight has always been enough— until the moment you see him fall.

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The battlefield stretches all around you while smoke twists in the air, thick and suffocating, coiling itself around your throat like a noose. The stench of burning flesh and debris settles into your skin, an imprint of death you’ll never trully be able wash away. Your body is screaming, muscles torn and bones grinding against each other with every move, but it’s nothing compared to the pain that’s carving its way into your chest.

The heroes, your friends (what’s left of them at least) are scattered across the ground battered and bruised too. If you listened closely you could hear the ragged breaths of those still clinging to life, their bodies curled up like paper crumpled under a careless hand. You are not any different— torn open, limbs heavy, every breath a jagged knife in your lungs, but none of that matters.

Not when you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

Bakugou stands amidst the chaos, a force of nature even now, even as the world collapses around him. His explosions light up the gray sky, a desperate blaze of light against the dreary rain. You've always admired that about him— the way he moves, as if he’s made of steel and pure determination, every blast a declaration of his existence.

But something’s wrong. Something horrible, gnawing at the edges of your mind.

He's still fighting, still charging forward like he can tear the war apart with his bare hands. But his moves—they're frantic, faster, too fast. He's pushing himself too hard, beyond his limits, like he's racing against the clock, against the inevitable. His explosions are growing stronger, more desperate— sparklingly devastating— but it comes with a cost, one you can feel in the hollows of your bones.

You scream his name, but your voice is swallowed by the storm of battle. It rips from your throat, raw and shredded, but he does not turn around.

He does not stop.

Despite the gaping wound in your side, the blood seeping through your clothes, painting the ground in your wake. Despite the universe screaming at you to rest, to lie down, to simply pause.

You can't. You won’t. You’re running— legs moving dragging in the dirt faster than your mind can keep up with. It’s like being caught in a dream where time moves too slowly. You can’t reach him, and every step makes you feel that much further away.

You’ve been tethered to him for as long as you can remember— an invisible red string stretching between you both, tangled in childish arguments when you were five, in unsaid words when you were 13, in the fire that intertwines your souls.

Soulmates.

You both knew it long before the words could be spoken, though you never dared to voice it. Maybe from fear? Pride? Who knows. But you’ve felt it deep in your core since the day you met, a pull so strong it made the world tilt around him.

And now, with each step you take, that string feels like it’s fraying.

Shigaraki's monstrous form surges from the smoke like a nightmare come to life, his limbs distorted and twisted, swinging toward Bakugou like a scythe cementing his fate. Time stretches thin, your breath freezing in your throat.

Your scream rips through the silence in your head, but it’s too late. You watch it happen— frame by frame, the universe mocking you with its cruelty. Shigaraki’s blow lands— dead center— and Bakugou’s body flies, the sound of impact thunders, tearing the sky apart.

Everything stops. He lands in the dirt, his eyes wide, the fierce determination flickering out like a candle’s flame.

The world crumbles around you, but it doesn't matter anymore. The war, the heroes, the villains— they all disappear, fading into white noise as you collapse beside him. You are too late, a mantra that replays in your head over and over and over. You hit your knees, pain shooting through your bones, but you don’t care. You’re shaking, hands trembling as they reach for his face, his chest— anything solid, anything real to anchor yourself to this moment, to make this stop.

"Katsuki," you whisper, your voice thorns against your throat.

He doesn’t move. His body lies still, too still, and there’s blood— so much fucking blood— pouring from his wounds, painting the ground in crimson. Your hands press against his chest, trying to hold it back like you can turn back time with your will alone, but he's slipping through your fingers like sand, like the life draining out of him.

“Katsuki, please,” you sob, weary and desperate.

His eyelids flutter, just for a moment, his crimson gaze locking with yours. And in that fleeting second, he’s still there. Your Bakugou, the one who burned too brightly, the one who never stopped fighting, never stopped living like he was invincible. His lips part, like he wants to say something, but no sound comes out. His hand twitches, just barely, and you grab it, holding on like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to this world.

There was supposed to be more time. More moments. More chances to say the things you were both too scared to admit. To yell, to scream, to love him, to tell him you were soulmates in every damn sense of the word.

His eyes shake, and his grip weakens.

"Fuck, Katsuki, no," you plead with him, leaning down until your forehead presses against his, your breath ragged and hot against his cooling skin. "Don’t you fucking dare."

The words fall into the void, swallowed by the silence of the dying. There’s no answer, no spark left in him.

The weight of it crashes down, crushing your chest, your heart shattering into barbed pieces you’ll never be able to put back together.

He’s gone.

Your everything— ripped from you, stolen by this war.

And the world, the entire universe, your red string feels like it’s collapsing around you. The battle still rages on, distant explosions and screams filling the air, but it all feels so far away. All you can do is hold him, cradling his broken body in your arms, feeling the warmth slip away with every passing second. Everything has stopped, everything is ending, and all you’re left with is the hollow, unbearable ache in your chest where he used to be.

Just like that, the war takes more than it ever should have.

It takes him.

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[baguette8765]

ATTENTION HUSKERDUST/ANGELHUSK SHIPPERS! Do I have your attention? Awesome.

Okay, hear me out:

We all understand Angel is going through a lot with his horrible boss, truama, constantly being exploited and such, and the comfort and reassurance and safety and love Husk gives him in the fanart and fics is great, I love that for him, don't get me wrong,..

BUT!

What about Husk's suffering? He's an ex overlord, hates his demon form, owned by Alastor, probably a war vet, and is pretty mentally fucked up too. So I ask:Where is Husk's suffering? When is it his turn to be the walking tragedy, the one needing saving, comfort, protection, and reassurance? When does he get to be huddled in a corner, all vulnerable? I'm not saying I WANT him to constantly go through pain, but maybe a moment where Angel and Husk fall asleep together and Husk has a nightmare? Angel comforting Husk after Alastor gets mad at him? Angel helping Husk with PTSD/shellshock? Angel helping Husk take care of himself? Angel taking care of Husk? THE OLD MAN NEEDS SOME LOVE TOO! All I ask is thay we let Husk be broken too. Pretty please?

EDIT:Turns out he's not a war vet. Removed that part. Whoopsies.

EDIT 2:I'm pretty sure he's a war vet, with how he stands straight when Vaggie uses a military voice in ep 5 and spills coffee on himself, so I'm adding that part back :P

[justa-smalltown-gargoyle]

MY CHILDHOOD

I literally had Dinosaurs by Design. I recognized that drawing INSTANTLY

which…now thinking back it’s been so long since my Deep Dive Dino Phase (still love dinos, I forget a lot of details) I really need to learn some accurate Dino shit cuz damn

I just realized that homeschooled evangelical christian kids aren't allowed to have a dinosaur phase and made myself sad

[ponyosmom35]

nightmares

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Synopsis: reader and Simon are in a relationship, and he has a nightmare. He accidentally hurts her. Read part one if you haven't yet for more context!

warnings: choking, angst, self hatred

part one: fight

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733404809671098368/fight?source=share

there will be a third part soon!

"stop!"

Her dreamless sleep is interrupted by the sound of Simons voice. She open her eyes, squinting as they adjust to the darkness. His back was facing her and his body was rigid as sweat clung to his skin. Instantly she recogizes one of his horrible nightmares that plagued him occasionally. It was tough to snap him out of it. 

“No no no stop” he mumers 

She reaches out, placing a hand on his back, rubbing it gently. Despite the anger and sadness she still felt from their horrible fight, she knew she needed to be there for him. Trying to slowly wake him up from whatever horrors he was experiencing. He continues to mumble in his sleep and she allows tiredly reaches her arm across his body, clinging onto him. 

Simon snaps his eyes open, his body in a fight or flight state. He feels an arm around him and instantly grips it and twists it to the side. He flips over pinning the person, his forearm shoved into their neck as his thighs trap theirs to protect himself. 

She screams in pain and shock as in a flash she’s laying on her back, staring up at Simon’s blank cold gaze. He was looking right through her. His grip on her neck tightens and she cries out “si” 

“Its me baby” she nearly whispers 

His eyes glaze over as he realizes what he’d done. He launches himself off of her, falling onto the floor in shock. His eyes were wide as his body shook. She sits up, holding her throbbing wrist against her chest as tears stream down her cheeks. 

“Fuck” he breathes out in horror 

“I’m okay Si” she reassures, wiping her tears as she stares at him. 

“Fuck I- I” his breath falls short again as his gaze finds the marks on her neck beginning to form. “I’m gonna be sick” he says running ot the bathroom. 

She quickly gets up and follows him, but he’s too fast and shuts the door behind himself, locking her out. She hears the sound of him throwing up and cringes. She waits for several minutes, and fixes herself up. She ignores the pain in her wrist. She fixes her hair and puts a new shirt on as her thin tank top had been ripped in the struggle. She was attempting to calm herself as she waited. She needed him to know that it wasn’t his fault, that she was okay. She knew that he was beating himself up right now, and wished to show him that he hadn't hurt her. 

After several minutes Simon unlocks the door, facing her instantly. Tears instantly fill her eyes as she sees the sweat and tears tracks on his face. His eyes were red and puffy. She moves closer to him, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped into his arms. He moves back, dodging her body. She stares at him, hurt that he would avoid her touch. 

“Si it wasn’t your fault” she says gently. She earns no response from him. “You didn’t hurt me. Just come back to bed please” she says reaching to grab his hand.

“No” he says roughly 

“Si-”

“I can’t be here right now, I need to go” he responds

“No you can’t leave right now!” she says, her voice shaking. She follows him as he puts on a coat and shoes. “Simon please don’t leave me right now” she begs. Silence. 

He walks to the door and she grips his hand, pulling him back, he stares down at her. The pain was so evident on his face. “Do not walk out that door, I need you here with me” she says softly 

Simon clenches his jaw and pulls away from her, before rushing out of the door. She collapses to the ground as sobs wrack through her body uncontrollably. She wished nothing more than to go back to bed and act as though nothing happened. But she knew he could never do that. 

Simon struggled with his mental health, the horror and truama he experinced haunted him. He fought everyday for himself and their relationship. Emotions were incredibly tough for him, but he wanted to work through it for her, so he could be what she needed. Yet no matter how much progress he’d made, he always fucked it up. 

He walks through the empty streets, making his way to the beach. He sits on the shore and stares down at his hands. He could’ve killed her. One move and her neck would be broken. He was supposed to protect her, he promise he always would, but today the only threat in her life was him. He loved her so much, she was his home. She was the reason he was still breathing to this day. She saved simon from himself, just as he’d saved her back in Germany. Knowing that he’d hurt her made him sick. He was disgusted with himself and his actions. He wondered how she would ever forgive him, how could she trust him? 

-

She had been crying all night, she stayed up waiting for him to come back. Promising herself that if he hadn’t shown up by 8 am she would go out and look for him. If he wasn’t back by noon she would call the police. 

At ten till she puts on a pair of leggings and a hoodie, brushing her teeth as she prepped to leave. She goes to put on her shoes when the door opens quietly. She whips around staring at him as he enters their home. He instantly spots her and his body deflates. 

“Where were you?” she asks angrily 

“The beach” 

“Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was?” she yells arms crossed as she stares at him. He moves past her sitting on the edge of the couch running his hand through his tousled blonde hair. She sighs, seeing how much he was struggling. He refuses to meet her gaze as she moves closer to him, She places a hand on his thigh, stepping between his legs. 

“You can’t blame yourself, this was an accident. You were asleep, I shouldn’t have woken you up” she says softly 

“I could’ve killed you” he responds staring her dead in the eyes. “Do you have any idea how easy it would’ve been for me to break your neck? How can I trust myself around you? How can you trust me after I hurt you?” 

“There is no one in this world that I trust more than you” she responds “this doesn't change anything. I love you more than you could ever even imagine, you are such a dream to me Simon. Something happened, and now we work through it together, I won’t let you shut me out Si. There is nothing in this world that could change the way I love you, so please don’t give up on me, on us” 

Simon drops his head as tears fall down his cheeks once more. He grips onto her smaller body and pulls her into him. Holding her tightly against his built chest. Her arms go around his neck, finding comfort in his scent. “I love you so much, I can never express to you how sorry I am” 

“Don’t be sorry Si, just hold me”

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a/n:

hey y'all, this is my first Simon Riley fic! It's a small chapter from a book I'm working on. Let me know if you want more!!

[shrowded-eng1ma]

What happens after your death?

Fandom; SAGAU

Plot; People believe you to be a imposter and kill you, this explains what happens after you die.

CW:Death, Impostor Au, Nightmares, Isolation, Trauma.

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After your public execution Teyvat celebrates your death and create a holiday to celebrate the death of the imposter.

A few days go by with nothing strange happening, until it does.

Everytime when people sleep, they hear the quite tears from you, and feel your sadness and pain.

Archons who don’t need sleep, are now fainting at midnight and reliving their trauma again, and again, and again. Only that it gets worse.

Hillichruls and The Abyss Order seem to attack and kill any human in sight, as they wail out in anger and sadness.

Teyvat itself begins to rip itself apart, disgusted at the actions committed by your worshipers. Not wishing to house ‘Monsters’ who killed the being whom created them and just wished to walk among them and be loved.

Everyone is confused and scared, when humans sleep, they hear your cry’s, beings that don’t usually need to sleep are now forced to sleep and relive their trauma but it gets worse everytime. When it’s daytime they need to protect themselves from never ending attacks from Nature and Hilichruls/Abyss Order. Along with that they FEEL your eternal sadness and bear your eternal wrath.

Even those who believed you ARE the creator can’t escape your blind wrath and sadness, but they don’t blame you, the people have brought this upon themselves.

They all then learn that you truly WERE the creator. Fearful, Desperate, and Saddened by their actions and the discovered truth, they pray to your statue harder, begging for forgiveness. But the statues are destroyed, either by Lighting, Earthquakes, Meteors, Falling Buildings, or any other natural disasters.

They lost hope, you cant EVER forgive them, once all the statues are destroyed they hear your voice “I just wanted to be among you. Why… why did you hate me!!!? I LOVED YOU ALL, FOR ALL YOUR TROUBLES, FOR ALL YOUR TRUMA I LOVED YOU!!!! and you repay me… by KILLING ME!!!!!”

The ones who believed you and helped you got a different message “You… you were one of the few who helped me.. thank you, but I still died. I will reward you with a painless death”

They all then fall to the ground, Teyvat roars by releasing a massive earthquake, The Hilichruls roar like a tiger and begin mutilating humans, The Abyss Order are angered and begin to destroy the world.

And your followers? Their distraught, they don’t even fight back at whatever happens. They now forever FEEL your sadness, pain, isolation, after feeling the joy and excitement you felt when you descended, they now just cry forever, they can’t do anything but accept it.

They chant apologies to you, but it falls on deaf ears, they slam their hands together and make a fist, pleading to you as blood drips from their hands and it turns pale, but YOU refuse to accept these.

No one is spared, in your blind anger everyone is to blame, Men, Women, Children. They ALL won’t die, oh no, they’ll LIVE forever and they will only feel YOUR pain YOUR sadness and relive any Truama they may have, or any insecurities they have will be exploited.

This is not the wrath of the creator. This is simply the creators, Sadness and Pain, that was brought upon him by the followers who devoted their entire existence to him, THIS IS THEIR DESTINY.

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No I’m not back yet, I’m still somewhere with weak internet so don’t except another post anytime soon

[spirits-n-giggles]

Must.... conclude.... Beetlejuice story.... after.... 2nd.... movie....

Go on this journey with me

(slightly edited for a better flow.)

Picture it:

A few years goes by....

Astrid and Lydia had become inceperable after their Halloween from hell and live together, but she eventually talks about wanting to experience dorm life for her first year of college. Lydia is happy for her daughter but is now afraid of being alone, not entirely sure what might happen with so many dreams that always plagued her sleep since the resurgence of ☆he who shall not be named☆ - and I want them to use that line as much as they used "keepin' it real."

The house on the hill will become internationally known as the notorious "Lydia Deets' Haunted Arthouse", she didn't have a show anymore, but that didn't stop her reputation from growing exponentially after the Halloween fiasco. People wanna buy this property for millions of dollars, but Lydia will be too afraid of whatever might happen to anyone, should they ever meet the demon from her nightmares, so she keeps the house by using some of Delia's fame funds to keep the home in their name - something Delia would HATE lol - but Lydia doesn't wanna actually be in the house.

Betelgeuse is stuck in the underworld, trying to hide from a revived Delores that continues to terrorize the afterlife, only now she is destroying the place. If the Sandworm can't kill Betelgeuse, how tf is it gonna kill Delores? Wolf Jackson is of course on the case, but things are getting out of hand. This makes Betlegeuse a prime target for anyone with a soul that might wanna rat him out. And there are PLENTY who wanna rat him out. Trying to find a way out or a way to kill the broad, he has to get creative as he stays in hiding. And where is the perfect place to hide? In a certain model town in a certain model home.

Rory will be undead and use his winning personality to act like he worships the ground Delores walks on so she doesn't suck out his soul. She will say she wants Betelgeuse and wants to kill Lydia. He is cool with that and says he will help her achive that goal. He will then become her lacky and tell her how pretty and perfect she is to keep the target off his back. He will be terrified of her but this will gradually make her love Rory and this can cause some potential fun for future scenes.

Lydia has nightmares that always involve Betlegeuse, even some can involve them going on wacky cartoon adventures from the show, but they'll be creepy and dark and stop-motion because Burton. She tries therapy, but it will end up being a bust. It's hard finding the right therapist with someone as much truama as her. OH MY GOD HAVE MICHAEL KEATON PLAY THIS CHARACTER!!!!! (Nice little nod to movie 2) It will freak her tf out thinking she's seeing Betlegeuse everywhere!

This will cause her to become a shut-in after getting rich off the royalties of selling her personal story - a melodrama of love and the loss of two parents after a lifetime of hauntings from their psychic daughter. She sells this story to various people who want to write it into something. She will end up reading raving reviews about a live theater production of her story called "Ghost House" or "Scared Sheetless" after a graphic novel that was released or some shit. Supernatural levels of meta. Might as well! :D

After a particular dream that ruffles Lydia awake in her own apartment, (the dream at the end of movie 2 maybe?) something strange will happen to the house on the hill, causing Lydia to go back and figure it out. Astrid will hear of this and not want her mom to be there alone and goes with her to help solve the mystery. Lydia thinks she knows what (or who) it is and doesn't want Astrid to come along, but she does anyway.

Hiding there in the model, Betelgeuse will see that she and her daughter have returned, thinking she's finally come to her senses and come back to him lol. Betelgeuse gets desperate for Lydia's attention in the best way he knows how - dreams. They've got a psychic connection, and he's done it plenty of times, but now it's for business as well as pleasure.

It would be some kind of earthquake that shakes the hill. Being careful and walking around whatever damage was mysteriously done, some locals say its another haunting and they want to tear the large house down and make something new. Aatrid can hear these comments and relay them to her mom. This will start making Lydia curious about the history of the hill this house was built on, especially since it's so close to the graveyard (the same place Betlegeuse was buried in the model in movie 1)

So she goes on a hunt in the small town, expands it a little, maybe even find the Mainlands old shop? This can parallel with expanding the afterlife while Betlegeuse is trying to find allies. Betelgeuse tries to round up anyone he knows that he can trust - literally anyone from the past - gotta bring Catherine O'Hara and Gena Davis back, right? Stop motion her in as a ripple in dimensional shifts or something and just use her voice. Richard would help as a thanks for helping his kid in the past, and I KNOW we can get Bob back if we tried.

Lydia can end up learning about some of Betlegeuse's history - finds a picture of an eerily familiar couple - but all this place knows is that they were just two of the MANY that were tossed in mass graves on this land centuries back but they don't know details other than they came from Italy. She will make it a mission to go to their original resting place to try to get more info. She's rich. She can do that. (Their love story was in Italy, right?)

Getting to Italy, Lydia learns the urban legend of a murder suicide of some nutorious bad couple who was known for terrorizing the nights in their hellrsising escepades, but after they were dead and buried, the two lovers corpses, along with many other discarded corpses of dead evil people, were moved out of their original land and brought to a new land to be buried there - getting rid of unwanted individuals so they could bring in the industrial revolution. There will be several names, but two will stand out along with a picture -- Delores and another name that's crossed out. Make it Lawrence, lol. Isn't that Betlegeuse's name in the cartoon?

"Betlegeuse?" Lydia whispers.

“Mom!”

“S-sorry."

Astrid tags along with her mother, happy to travel and hunt creepy shit again. Her dad would be proud. This time she won't meet a boy but maybe a girl who was also doing her own research for school. Jeremy was technically her first experience with a boy, and it's possible to stray away from reminders of bad experiences and kids experiment at this age anyway. It will be a cute goth girl who is a fan of Lydia's old show and is one of the first girls Astrid's age to ever actually be nice to her. A nice connection. This could also be a ploy to pull Lydia back into BJs world again, too - yay twists! She can maybe be an illegal ghost girl looking for help from Lydia because she thinks the paranormal human can help everyone in the afterlife.

Underworld is in chaos, and here is a rift between worlds after so many souls had been taken from the afterlife. There's no more order, reality is breaking, and the only way to get everything back in order is to destroy the soul sucker and release the souls she has absorbed. The more she absorbs, the more power she gets.

They get home, and another shift happens between worlds, and with so much death in the afterlife, it's causing serious problems in the real world and Astrid has an idea to maybe call someone for help. Lydia shuts it down, but more rifts and earthquakes happen. She will have another dream of him trying to get her to call his name. And maybe she can awaken in a living nightmare caused by the rift between worlds, and they are both almost killed (by a sandworm, why tf not!!!) before calling Betlegeuse for help.

Get real 'out there' and put those practical affects to good use and let the shenegins begin! As much as I love watching Betelgeuse try to marry Lydia, there is no attempt at marriage this time. There's too much to do. "I just saved your life, now you can help me save mine and finally kill that soul sucking witch for good.”

“No games. No tricks.” Lydia warns.

“I'm not the trickster in this relationship babe,” he wickedly grins, “but we can get back to that after we save our asses. You're coming with me.” Have him turn into a tour guide as he shows off different aspects of the afterlife thays falling apart before the three of them eventually have to run from people who have allied themselves with Delores to find Betelgeuse.

Imagine the reunion of seeing Rory with Delores. Imagine crazy shit that can magically appear to help end the story. Hell, have the goth girl Astrid meets to come back and redeem herself at the end. I dunno. She can appear and admit to being Delores daughter (before meeting Betelgeuse) and thats why she was at the same place Lydia and Astrid went in Italy to find answers- she was too.

This relationship can parallel Lydia and Astrid's positive one- have Delores sacrifice her daughter to start her sacrificial rite for power, and her daughter never forgive her (I swear I am just pulling this out of my ass) have the girl hold vengence for her mom and she can give Lydia the dagger that her mother Delores killed her with that still has the young girl's cursed blood on it. She says to use it to kill Delores, but Betelgeuse is the only one strong enough who can get close enough to do it.

With so much chaos and so many souls taken, anything can happen in the underworld, and chaos ensues. Maybe even break in to see glimpses of the afterlife, perhaps they see a glimpse of hell and see how Jeremy is being tortured (it will be a silly Tim Burton way). They can see part of the great beyond maybe wave at Delia (and the back of Charls’ head) too?

They finally meet Delores and she will say she is over Betelgeuse, happy with her new pet Rory. It's a shock for Lydia to see Rory there but isn't surprised to see him so desperate to fawn after Delores. Satisfied with the new power she’s gained, Delores prefers to keep Betelgeuse alive to torture him.

Lydia will give Betelgeuse the dagger so he can pop her like a bubble and all the souls she's consumed will escape and go back to their soul holders. But why waste energy killing Betelgeuse when Delores can just use him? She is able to levitate him up but Lydia, Astrid, and the goth girl work together to pull him back down. - this is where the goth girl can suddenly enter for the final fight!

Seeing her daughter makes her angry, and seeing her help her foes pisses her off. Delores grows in size to show her strength, and ordering Rory to take care of those little girls. Little goth girl and Astrid go after Rory and Lydia will get a plan -

"Oh... you're not into him anymore, huh? So... you wouldn't care if I did this?" And Lydia pulls that fucker in to kiss him. (This feels very Phantom of the Opera coded.....) Just a peck is enough for Delores to RAGE and she goes full attack mode. She goes after Lydia and Beletgeuse steps in front of her and kills Delores with whatever magical shit her dead vengeful goth daughter supplied, lol. (And I'm talking full jack sparrow stabbing the kraken slow mode scene) Epic as shit!!! Delores daughter will then rest in peace.

Astrid will then ask herself, “Now why the hell can't I connect with humans like I can with ghosts?”

“Family trait, unfortunately.” Lydia says feeling Beletgeuse's breath literally go down her neck with his close proximity. "At least they didn't try to suck you into marrying them."

End it with Lydia being recruited by Wolf Jackson to find those who have been lost in the real world or something. Make it to where she and Betelgeuse have to work together to keep the plane between the living and the dead closed with her as the keeper of the house.

Have the house be the main character in the end!!!!

Betelgeuse will turn to Lydia and say, "So, you're not the marrying type, eh? I'm fine with that-" He'll try to pull her in for another kiss, but she'll push him away.

"Nooo! No-" He lets her shove him to the floor, "I just knew something like that would save your ass. That's what you asked for right? Now we’re even." He quickly jumps back up. "I know jealousy when I see it.”

"You sure do." he inches closer to her, but she crosses her arms looking away, seemingly uninterested.

"Betelgeuse...”

"I can wait, honey. I know you want me." He flexes as he slowly walks away with pride. "No one can resist ‘the juice’ once they've had a taste." He winks.

Astrid groans for her mother, but Lydia just looks to him like she always does.

"Betelgeuse..."

"You will be the one to kiss me again, babes." He holds his arms out in his iconic way. "I got all the time in the world." He thinks this is the end.

"Betelgeuse."

Hmmm.... he doesn't disappear?

But he does give a wicked smile.

Turns out when killing the spirit of the soul sucking witch, the souls did escape, but her power had to be absorbed by someone, and Betelgeuse didn't... really... need.... help with obtaining more power, did he?

Would he be like demi-god state now? Why the hell not? Give me an Astarion evil ending kind of transformation. Give me love and deepspace realness. (google those). Go the whole nine and make him HOT AND SCARY in the end. Michael Keaton is attractive. It's doable! Antihero status! Make it wild! Demigod!!!!

Imagine THAT being interested in you, Lydia. I don't think you'd say no.

End it with his new form levitating and him saying that that iconic voice and green glowing eyes. "It's Showtime."

Throw in a musical number somewhere, a little justice for Bob and you have a lovely story.

There. Done.

I don't think a 3rd will be made, and if there is one, I don't think it would be this ^ stupid! Lol

[kkpaaw]

Anybody just think about the Og concept of Trolls Band Together and realize just how angsty it would have been if they stuck with having Branch be the one kidnapped instead of switching to Floyd?

This idea is in no way original I've read a TON of fanfics that covers the Og concept, but I still can't help but reminisce over what could have been

It's just crazy to think that what Floyd went through- that could have been BRANCH. Our lil grumpy bear who just started learning how to be happy again and is now singing on the regular. Having the very thing he was hesitate to do for over 20 years be the thing that gets him kidnapped and almost killed??

Like imagine after that he's hesitant to sing again. The truama of his voice being used against him making it very hard for him to want to sing. Imagine his panic when he thinks he's done relapsed back into who he was before. having the desire to sing so badly but being so afraid that no matter how much he tries, he jsut can't sing. The nightmares, the white hair that refuses to leave, weak Limbs, all that good stuff to add onto the angst.

Ah man I love reading the fanfics that cover the og concept but it's always fun to think about it as well