#we love angst

[vanya-evergreen]

Batfam x reader platonic concept

But make it over throwing royal’s with reader as a royal and Batfam as revolutionaries AU (with some fantasy elements that aren't expanded on)

CW: Neglect, Violence, blood. War like topics (revolution)

Something to note: in the real world timeframe I would put this in the late 1910s to early 1920s. The cars are faster than the actual cards of that timeframe because of fanfic logic!

Ps, I would love to write more of this (i already have another 1000 i am keeping to myself)

The soft patterns of rain on the roof was the loudest sound in your room. You lay on a bed, arms locked to your sides, staring up to the ceiling of the tall room. It was opulent to say the least, but that was the last thing you would think of. You were stuck in a cycle of memories that felt like a lifetime ago, yet it was only a few months ago that all of what you knew was gone. Not that you missed much of it.

There was once that if you had even whispered a complaint, it would've been fixed by a servant before you could dwell on it. Now it would just fall on deaf ears. You had alway been pacified with gifts, trips, or even new lessons to learn. It was one of the many benefits you got from being of royal descent, when that had mattered. You were happy with what you had but you still craved more. You wanted the unconditional Familial love that every other child seemed to get.

Slowly, you began to watch the families at garden parties, grand balls, and even going through daily life. You can’t help but staring as the parent lovingly held their children, or how they would even just watch them from afar. If you would turn to your parents, they always had their backs to you. You screamed and fought for their attention. You cried quietly every time they forced another toy or trip onto you. Sadly, it turned out to be much worse for you, everyone thought you were spoiled and ignorant because of your public fits. You never had an understanding of how parents were meant to love a child, until you met him.

The Dark knight.

You had met him briefly once before, given he was an army commander. It was a formality really, but you did remember his suit. It looked oddly like a bat with his cape. Still the Dark Knight was skilled with the sword, even with the advancing technology. You always heard whispers of his real name but they were never loud enough to make it your ears.

You were given sword lessons as another class to keep you busy. ‘I always did want to try the sword’ was just a pathetic attempt at ignoring your ugly truth. You were only 10 when you figured that your parents were pushing you off on all these tutors in hope that they would keep you busy enough to stay away from them. You still remember feeling the love you had for your parents slipping through your fingers like sand. You had stopped throwing fits too, you began to try to hold your emotions closer to your heart. All of this is probably what made it so easy for you to get attached to the Dark knight.

Your first lesson was rough. You had been rudely awakened at an unfamiliar time and when you made it out to the training grounds you could only see slivers of light on the horizon. You were forced to clean your tools and even some of his. You complained but he only remained quiet watching you with a heavy eye. You kept your mouth shut after that, finishing without much more complaint.

When you finished, he made you run laps. You wanted to whine about it, but you remembered knowing it wouldn't do anything, so you ran. Lap after lap, you always felt his eyes on you no matter where you went. He remained silent unless it was to tell you to keep going. It wasn't until the sun had fully risen that he had made you stop, letting you get water. You couldn't help but be wreathing with anger as you sat drinking your water.

“Sword lesson my-” you began to whisper under your heavy breaths, until a warm gloved hand was placed atop of your head. You shot your head up to where the head came from. It was the Dark knight, without his helmet.

“Good job kid.” He looked at you in your eyes, you couldn't help but let your emotions slip for a moment. His eyes were so kind, but his face was worn. It was the face of a man who had led a hard life, but still had compassion for others. You gripped your water, you wanted him to say it again

You continued the lesson for another 2 hours but it felt too short for you. Even if he said you weren't ready for a sword, You couldn't wait for the next lesson.

That is how it started and would go for the next 6 years. Twice a week you would meet with him to learn, but every day you spent hours practicing to impress him at your next lesson. He and you had bonded, or so you thought. You learned his true name, Bruce Wayne. he let you call him by his name, you tried to offer him the same courtesy but he refused, it hurt you but you understood.

This was your way of life, this was the happiest you ever were. You thought you had the love you craved the most. You thought that.

It was your 16th birthday. You were meant to focus on the party that was held every year for you but there you were happily running over to the training grounds to see Bruce. Ever since you met him, he always had some form of present for you on your birthday. It was the only present you looked forward to every year.

You stopped at the entrance when you saw Bruce with two other people. Diana Prince and Clark Kent, they were commanders just like Bruce. You always saw them together when they were in the same room, but why were they meeting here today? They looked like it was a serious matter so you hid behind the stables.You crouched down and slowly crawled to the end of the stable closest to them to listen in. You thought maybe you could scare them, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of the previous time you tried to scare Bruce and failed.

“A week from today we will take the capital.” Bruce said matter of factly. You breathe hitched, you heard murmurs through the walls about a revolution, but you didn't think it was real. Much less Bruce was a part of it. “And arrest the royal family and their descents.” That isn’t when you broke, no you didn’t care if they did that.

“And we can finally return to our families.” Clark added. This is when you broke, the mental image you had created in your delusion, the image of Bruce seeing you as one of his kids, shattered into a million pieces right in front of you. You quietly got up, you acted faster than your mind could think.

You jumped out from behind the stables, “Boo!” you shouted, while you wore your best smile. They all flinched at your sudden appearance. Finally you got them. “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” You beamed while scratching the back of your head. They all looked at you in horror as you walked closer.

“How much did you hear, your highness?” Diana began reaching for her lasso on her hip, while trying to keep a pleasant expression.

“Nothing beyond something about going back to your families” You laughed. “ I assume you heard about the holiday I asked the king and Queen to give the troops after my birthday.” You could see as they relaxed, believing your words.

“Is there a reason you came here, your highness?” Clark stepped closer to give you a kind smile placing a hand on your shoulder, he always was kind to you even when you threw fits.

“I always stop by on my birthday.” You take a quiet glance at Bruce, with guilt flickering in his eyes. Y our heart sunk further into your chest. “I was saying hello to my teacher, before going on with my busy day.” You moved your eyes off of Bruce, and on to Clark. You tried to ignore his heavy gaze, your hands were shaking.

“Of course…” Clark and Diana look at Bruce. He gestured for them to leave. “Well Happy birthday, your highness.” Clark bowed before leaving, as did Diana. You watched them leave until they were out of sight. You clasped your hand together, the shaking stopping but your rate grew.

“Your highness,” Bruce’s soft voice boomed in your head . Bruce’s eyes weighed heavily on you, You were barely able to maintained eye contact. “I got you a gift.” He pulled out a small rectangle box wrapped in expansive sliver fabric with an extravagant white lace ribbon tied around it.

It was like every other year before, a small gift that meant the world to you. You, normally, would eagerly take it from him with the biggest grin, and opened it in front of him, thanking him no matter the gift. That year though, you hesitated, you didn’t give a wide grin, nor did you open it immediately.

“Thank you, Bruce.” You stared at the gift, playing with the white ribbon in your hand. “I really appreciate the gifts you have gotten me.” You sighed faintly. Bruce was stunted by this. “I hope you enjoy your time off with your family.” You let out a shaking breathe.

“What about your-” Bruce reached out to touch your shoulder, it was natural for the two of you.

“Don’t worry about lessons next week,” You grabbed his hand before he touched your shoulder “It’s fine if we miss a week. We alway have the after one, right?” you looked at him with a knowing look. He face dropped, he understood that you had heard more than you would say. “I hope to see you later Bruce.” You let go of his hand as you walked away from him leaving him behind in his silence.

You didn’t open that gift that day, even when you were in your room. You spent the rest of the day distracted. There were plenty of things you could’ve done about your impending arrest, but you also knew that would lead to Bruce's death. You didn’t want that, even if he only saw you as a royal, you still viewed him as someone would view their father. So you remained quiet.

The party came and went. It was the same as it always was, many gifts that were worth an average person's salary for ten years, and even proposal letters from noble families that wouldn’t matter in a week’s time. After that night you started to count down the days. Your memories of that week are blurry now, all of the days bleed into each other, until that day of the plan came.

You didn’t leave your room that day, even when you heard the screams of your family members. You waited, seated in a chair by the fire you had the servant light before going to bed. The box Bruce gave you is still unopened on your desk. You didn’t want to open it and pretend like everything was still the same.

You got up as you heard the soldiers get closer, opening every door along the way, until they reached your door. You opened the door before they could barge in. You came face to face with the helmet of The Dark knight. The blood of those who fought back dripped on the floor off of his suit. You step aside to let them in.

The Dark knight was the only one to step in, “Continue moving without me.” You tensed up as he ordered his subordinates to not follow him in. “Your highness-”

“There is no longer a need to address me like that.” You hummed, closing the door behind him. “After all, my heritage won’t matter by sunrise tomorrow.” You stood by the edge of your bed, looking out of the window.

The Dark knight was across the room from you, staying in front of the fireplace. You wouldn't meet his eyes, as he stared at you through his helmet. He looked around the room, he noticed the box on your desk still wrapped neatly. “You didn’t open it.” He picked up the box from the desk, and looked back at you.

“I thought it was inappropriate to open it, considering what was bound to happen.” You Pointed your head back down to the ground,

“You didn’t try to stop us.” He kept the box with him, and stepped closer to you.

“I couldn’t bring myself to,” You confessed, “I knew what it would lead to if I did.” Even then you couldn't bear the thought of him dying because of you.

“Do you understand why we are doing this?” He stopped two feet away from you, and took off his helmet. You wanted to see the face was making but you knew if you saw his face you couldn’t help but break all over again in front of him.

“Not fully,” You weakly replied “but I know that if you and the other commander are in on it then it is for the betterment of the world.” you clenched your hands. You tried to be mad at him but it was hindered by how you saw him. To you, you knew him as a man of justice, who wouldn’t needlessly create waves unless he saw necessary. You put your hands behind your back, intertwining them together.

The Dark Knight couldn’t understand you, but you knew what his thought was “I didn’t run because you taught me to stand with the side I chose, and by blood I am forced to choose this side.” You looked up from the floor finally. His face seemed almost desperate for a better answer, you could only return a sympathy nod with closed eyes.

The room remained silent for a moment, before you offered your wrist forward to make it easier to cuff them, he didn't. Instead he stepped behind you, guiding you out in front of the palace with a firm hand on your shoulder. You kept your eye forward ignoring the blood splattered across the floor and walls. The walk through the halls were eerie and quiet, they still haunt you to this day.

At the front of the palace each member in the royal house kneeled with their hands bound behind their backs, in rows separated from the servants. The Dark knight didn't seem to be guiding you to the royals until someone grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away from him, you saw him for a short moment longer. Maybe if you weren't so tired you could've seen him reaching out for you as he was swarmed by his cohorts.

The soldier was much harsher compared to The Dark knight. They forced you down by your parents, who were bloody and bruised, they must've fought. Their heads hung low, they didn't even try to lift them up to look at you. You watched as Clark walked to stand center in front of palace residences.

“To the royal family, you are found guilty of tyranny and causing anguish to the lands of…” Clark went on about the endless sins your family and you by extension committed. “Now we will go down the line to give you your sentencing.”

You closed your eyes, listened to cries for mercy by the ones you assumed were to be put in prison for life and the quiet sobs of the ones who got less. Clark stopped when he passed you, You were the only one sitting up with free arms. He whispered something to the person following him, before moving on. two soldiers picked you by your arms from ground and brought you back into the palace.

You might've been more confused if you didn't pass out the moment they shoved you back into your room.

The weeks following after that there was a surgeon of royalist nobels trying to take back the monarchy, but they were swiftly dealt with each time they would arise according to the maids that would pass your room.. You spent those weeks confined to your room, at the former palace, you tried to ask why you weren't in the prison, but none of the guards standing outside of your room wouldn't reply.

It was 2 months later that you finally left your room to be brought in front of the new leaders of your country. Diana, Clark and Him. It was a small meeting with only you and the three of them.

“Tell us _, why do you think that you are here?” Diana spoke in a loud yet caring tone.

“I am here to finally receive my sentence.” You mumbled.

“No,” Clark interjected what would've evolved into a rant. “We are curious to know why you did nothing to stop the revelation.”

“I couldn't live with the consequences if I had stopped you.” You replied flatly.

“and those consequences would be, what?”

“The continued suffering of the country” they gestured for you to go on “and the loss of your lives.”

“And are you aware that means you betrayed the royal family?”Clark retorted. Bruce leaned forward.

“Yes.” You wanted it to be over already.

“Then you will not receive a sentence, but you will live under surveillance.” Clark stood up from his seat and offered you a hand. You took the hand, you could live under surveillance.

“Here at the… well whatever this was turned into.” You questioned, Clark shook his head no. “Then where?”

“With me.” Bruce finally spoke up. Your body ran cool, as a sinking feeling bloomed in your stomach. You would've been fine anywhere else but with him. You had no choice.

“Fine.” You looked away from him.

That day, your clothes, swords, and other trinkets were packed and off to Gotham where the now infamous Wayne manor resides. While you rode in front with Bruce in his Car. The ride was quiet, along with unpacking the car. You broke the silence to say thank you for help, before taking your belongings inside of the foyer. Serval people were waiting, but not for you.

“Who are you?” A boy, younger than you, glared as you stood there awkwardly holding you things. You were going to respond but Bruce came in behind you. “Father, who is this this person?” So these people were his kids.

“Damian, that is not how you greet someone.” oh. You heard of Damian when you and Bruce would take breaks from your sword lessons. He always liked talking about his family, there was even a point where you though maybe they could see you as family too, but not now. “I am _ _” You lowered your head already knowing what comes next.x .

“A member of that trantical family? Bruce, why are they here?” A boy, probably only a few years older than you, almost screeched.

“I will explain it later, Tim” Bruce took your things from you and tried to push past them, only to be blocked by a girl around the same age as time. “Cassandra please move.

“No, we need to know now.” Damian demanded, as him and Tim cornered Bruce with Cassandra.

“Alfred,” Alfred, who was standing off the side came forward and took your things back from Bruce. “Take them to their new room.”

“Of course Master Bruce.” Alfred turned to you “Please, follow me this way.” He smiled politely. Your arms tense as the You followed behind quietly, walking up the stairs to 3rd floor, back into the furthest corner of the house, the perfect reflection of the distance between you and Your new household.

[kirinthepotato]

I do believe that when Regulus and James got married, Regulus would make sure to never make mistakes, even the smallest ones, because he was afraid that James would realize that he had made a mistake marrying Regulus. And Regulus doesn't want them to end up like his parents.

And James knew about this, so he spent one year of their marriage life encouraging Regulus to make mistakes and making him understand that no mistakes would make him regret marrying Regulus, because that man is the air that he breathes.

His one true love.

[vixpunix]

TW: Disturbing imagery at the end

This was based off of a headcanon I had where Dreamtale had no advanced technology, meaning that Dream has no pictures of Passive Nightmare.

All he has is his memory and some drawings, but that's it.

Song: Why Didn't You Stop Me? - Mitski

Dreamtale by Joku

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

This is a terrible thought and this can be done with any ship with Shockwave but I’m genuinely ill so it’s about him and Thundercracker

Some people consider that empurata slowly takes the bots emotions instead of just stripping them away so I imagine that Shockwave is a lot more expressive and feely in the beginning of the war but as the millennia goes on he eventually succumbs to the full affects of the empurata.

Now, I don’t doubt that Thundercracker would take interest in Shockwave in the very beginning of the war, after all Shockwave is really interesting and Thundercracker definitely has an interest for what others may consider creepy.

The point is however, imagine their relationship, originally affectionate and open with their feelings. Slowly it melts into a hollow husk with what seems bares the cusps of one-sided affection. Though, Thundercracker knows it’s not, that at one point Shockwave did love him. It’s just a lot further away now, a memory.

Though, I imagine Shockwave still does those affectionate little actions out of habit. Like bringing his servo to Thundercracker’s wing struts when the seeker brushes against him, returning the little head bumps, the little hugs he gives him when Thundercracker tucks under his gunned arm. It’s all done out of habit but oh how it gives Thundercracker the false sense of hope, how it gives him a sliver of thought that those feelings they once shared still exist. They do, they certainly do, somewhere in Shockwave’s spark, but not here.

[screampied]

never write angst again/j (I have never sobbed this much)

-L

but what if i wanted to post gojo angst inspired by the song die with a smile by bruno mars and lady gaga 👩‍💻👩‍💻👩‍💻👩‍💻

[2-sleepy-for-this]

A Father’s Love

I got this prompt a bit ago from @lycaclientt ! I always love some good ol’ found family and angst so here’s a little one shot about it!

also I’ve been pretty busy lately so my next writing pieces (chapters for something to remember and our little brother) may take longer than expected to come out but have this while you wait! :)

tw ~ misunderstanding, grabbing, unintentional fear play, talk of humans, angst (it gets better tho)

word count ~ 1.5k

“IM NOT LIKE YOU, IM HUMAN!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fundy knew that he’d never had a normal childhood. He didn’t even have a family until Wilbur had found him when he was five. Of course, that didn’t make his life any more normal. 

Wilbur was a borrower.

Fundy didn’t care about that, though. Wilbur was still his father, even if he could fit in the palm of his hand.

It had all started when the thunderstorm did. Years ago, there was a thunderstorm that scared him so badly that he had left the safety of his box in an alleyway and tried to find some form of shelter from this terrifying storm.

Eventually, he had stumbled into an old abandoned house. It was easy to sneak into when the door was falling off its hinges already. Rain pelted against the cracked windows as Fundy tried finding any place in the house to muffle the sounds blaring in his sensitive ears. He had passed the kitchen and dining room. They were too open, too many windows showcasing the sudden blasts of light outside. 

Fundy ended up stopping in the living room and huddling up on the old dusty couch. It looked rat infested with holes in the fabric and foam, but he couldn’t complain.

He fell asleep after a few minutes but he could’ve never expected what happened next. 

Apparently, once he’d gone to sleep, a large colony of borrowers came from the walls. They didn’t seem to react so kindly when they noticed a human walking around their safe haven.

Later in his life, Fundy would hear about how eager his colony was to get rid of him back then. Luckily, one borrower in the colony thought differently.

Wilbur soot.

His father.

Not biologically, of course, but as soon as Wilbur saw the scruffy, dirty human child, he fell in love and knew he couldn’t let anything happen to him. 

From that day forward, Fundy became part of the colony. Well, at least to Wilbur, he was. Everyone else didn’t like him very much, either completely untrusting or scared of him.

However, once they realized how valuable he was, able to do things more efficiently and faster than any borrower, more of the colony accepted him.

Even as a child, Fundy was able to farm in the backyard easily because of his size.

Even over a decade later, Fundy was able to farm easily because of his size. But he didn’t want to.

Can you blame him? It just got so boring after a few years. 

When Wilbur gave him one of the rooms in the old house and helped him get clean and have food, Fundy started to look like an average kid.

Eventually, he found a school and friends, just like a normal kid. Everything was how he dreamed it would be.

Until he went home.

Home to his colony in an old house where he had to do his chores, gardening and doing whatever else they couldn’t do just because he was human.

It was fine, though. Until Wilbur grounded him for seeing his friends.  

All he wanted to do was go out with his friends so when Wilbur said no for no reason, he snuck out, let any other teenager would! 

Wilbur found out when he’d been seen sneaking into his bedroom window and made the colony think there was an intruder. The leaders were very angry that the colony was put on lockdown for a false human intrusion. But nothing compared to how Wilbur felt.

He was angry, Fundy could tell just by his posture, and the stern look on his face confirmed it.

His dad tried yelling at him, scolding him for risking himself and scaring the colony… it only heated up from there.

“We’ll it’s not like I have to try hard to scare the colony.”

“What is that supposed to mean, Fundy?”

“I mean, look at me! I don’t belong here. "

“Of course you do. You’re my son. "

“I’m only here because I’m useful! Otherwise I would’ve been thrown out years ago!”

“That’s not true… I wanted you to be my son because I love you. It doesn’t matter what your size is…”

Wilbur started to get nervous. In all the years Fundy had been with him, he’d never acted out like this. Wilbur watched as Fundy crossed his arms, subconsciously moving closer to his small father, looming over him. Wilbur…

Wilbur was scared.

Scared of his son.

Scared of what his son could do to him.

“Fundy…I-I think you should go to your room… to calm down. "

Fundy didn’t listen.

“It does matter what my size is, I’m not a borrower, dad! I’m not part of the colony!”

Fundy moved closer, only a few inches from Wilbur, before he bent down and reached for his father, looking so small compared to his hand.

“I’m what the colony is supposed to hide from!”

Wilbur felt the giant fingers wrap around his waist as his son lifted him off the ground.

Fundy pulled his father inches from his face.

“IM NOT LIKE YOU, IM HUMAN!”

Wilbur flinched hard at his loud voice. Fundy could feel the fluttering of his small heart against his fingertips. 

Fundy looked down at his father, struggling helplessly in his hand, and his eyes widened.

“D-dad?”

Wilbur’s eyes snapped to his. They were full of fear while his struggles continued.

Then Fundy realized… in all the years that he’s been with the colony, he’s never held a borrower before, and the feeling of holding his father’s life in his hands made him realize just how small he really was.

“Fundy, p-please put me down.”

His father pleaded with him, and a wave of guilt and remorse crashed into him. He slowly lowered Wilbur to the ground, watching him stumble back as soon as he was set on even ground.

Fundy opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He didn’t know what he could say.

The only thing Fundy could think to do in that moment was stand to his full height and walk to his room, closing the door behind him.

It took Wilbur a few minutes to calm himself down, but soon he was walking to Fundy’s door. He’s ashamed to say he hesitated to ring the bell that announced Fundy of his presence.

Fundy’s door opened but not to the terrifying human Wilbur expected to see… instead it was his son, teary-eyed and seeming smaller than Wilbur ever thought he could be. Like he was a little scared homeless kid again.

Wilbur’s heart melted at the sight, beckoning him closer as Fundy leaned down, kneeling on the floor to hear what his father came to say.

“Fundy…”

There was a slight waver in his voice when he spoke and Fundy caught it, his shoulders dropping more.

“Come here… you’re okay,”

Wilbur reached his arms up in the air, not unlike a toddler asking to be picked up. Fundy was confused but very carefully scooped his father up in an open palm, as if waiting for a protest.

When none came, he slowly brought his hand closer to his chest until Wilbur reached out and grabbed at the fabric of his shirt.

To any normal human, it would just look like a teenager holding his hand to his chest, but looking closer, you’d see a purring borrower cupped carefully in shaking hands, holding onto the fabric of a baggy band shirt like his life depended on it. 

“I-I’m so sorry, dad”

“I know… it’s okay, I’m right here… I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Fundy seemed to shake more at that. He’d acted out and almost hurt him. He’d yelled at him and grabbed him… yet his father seemed completely relaxed in his hands now, held against his chest.

Tears fell from his eyes as he squeezed his hand to his chest so very gently to press his father closer to himself… he’s never hugged Wilbur before, there was always a slight barrier between them, always slightly distant, shying from each others touch.

But now, being so close, both of them thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad… maybe they’d have to do this more often.

Slowly Fundy drifted off while leaning against the wall, still holding Wilbur in his hands. Soon after Wilbur saw this, he too closed his eyes and slept, head resting against where he could feel his son’s heartbeat.

It was the best both of them had slept in a long time, and if Wilbur started going to Fundy’s room before bed after that, no one said anything.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope you enjoyed, it was bit hard to write since there was so many ways it could’ve gone but I’m happy with how it turned out :D

[centi-pedve]

headcanons where ideologies are born/come into the world as ideologies ✔ makes sense and efficient

headcanons where ideologies were originally normal people and then became ideologies ✔✔✔✔ 💯💯🔥💯 THE ANGST POTENTIAL WAAHHH

[northwind808]

Early teaser for chapter 6 of When Angels Sin and the Devil Picks Me Up

Will probably do these teasers regularly alongside the release of the name of the chapter following this one.

This chapter is called "Hold Me, Love, 'Till Morning (Because I Might Fall Apart)"

Vaggie pointed her spear at Lute (where did that come from?), and snarled, trying to hide her mounting fear and racing heart.

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

“Sinful filth…” Lute crooned, taking a step closer, her looming shadow taking up all of Vaggie’s view, her mask eerily still as her sword gleamed in Hell’s light, “come to die… we’ll start one eye at a time… tick-tock, we come to raze… end of days… end of days…” 

“What do you want from me?” Vaggie screamed, stabbing at Lute’s form. The blow somehow missed, and Lute grabbed the spear, pulling it and Vaggie closer to her. 

Lute didn’t give her an answer as she raised her sword with her mask finally showing a wild grin. The LED flickered as her sword came down on the scar on her eye, making an ‘x’ before shoving Vaggie to the ground, which opened up from under her. She tried to fly out before remembering that she didn’t have wings anymore, and every muscle that she used to use screamed in agony.

There was no escape. Vaggie was going to fall to her death, and she would have laughed at the irony if not for the fact that her vocal chords were occupied with screaming. 

[unbroken-teacup]

i was so caught up in the fact the hardwon scored even with his abismal rizz, that i was blindsided by the fact she died literally a second later

[mirick-vn]

I have a fanfic idea where Noé is stuck in a time loop on the day he kills Vanitas. Or atleast a few days before he kills Vanitas or sumn?? Either way, Noé has to kill Vanitas.

Now I think Noé was controlled when he initially killed Vanitas?? By Ruthven, the Teacher, idc, as long as he was mind controlled and as soon as he snapped out and realised he's killed Vanitas he goes fucking batshit crazy and kills the one that cobtrolled him. Which then threw him in the timeloop where he has to kill Vanitas without external uhhhh interference?? Influence? idk, but he basically has to kill Vanitas out of his own will now without the help of numbing his mind because of mind control or some shit.

And Noé, of course tries to change his(or their) fate. Doing his best to avoid leading up to the moment where he has to kill Vanitas. But at the end of each day, no matter how much Noé tries, Vanitas always ends up dying. Either by accident or some other sick circumstance, he always ends up dead in the end. And Noé has to wake up 'the next day' to relive Vanitas' death again some other way.

The cycle repeats until he eventually actually kills Vanitas with his own two hands or some shit without the help of being mind controlled. Once he accomplishes that he passes out and wakes up the next day only to find out that... Vanitas is actually gone now. He finally broke free, he finally won't have to suffer seeing the person he loves dying right before his eyes every day, but it also means he actually went through with killing him. That Vanitas' death this time was by his own hands. And he doesn't know how to cope with that, so he just... breaks.

Or idk, whatever fits

[mrsaltieri-real]

Then they fuck. This is canon OKAY?

[astahasdied]

Recently been devouring final fantasy, found this cute pic (although cloud is definitely a chocobo, and this art isn't mine. All credits go to the die artist.), and it got me thinking; which is not a good thing most of the time.

We've all been down that rabbit-hole that is the world of fanfiction and ships. And might I say, it does not get talked enough how Sephiroth and Cloud would be a terrible tragic ship. (Skipping the problematic dynamic, but not disregarding it.)

Also fanfiction prompt: Time-travel fix-it that is just pure cloud suffering. Cloud has the ability to go back in time, and he does it again and again and again- slowly going mad, all while trying to save everyone and everything he can (he fails a couple times, but all of us do) then says (bad word) it and becomes the villain himself.

All the while Sephiroth, Angeal, Genesis, Zack- try and save him.

The angst would be oh so lovely.

I rest my case.

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

I've been dying for seeker angst, and I finally came up with something, though it's a very rough idea basically:

At the very start of the war, Slipstream's trine joined the autobots instead of the Decepticons, and during a battle, Slips gets attacked by her own trine, and she ends up killing both of them.  Idk where this idea really came but making Slipstream suffer is smth I love doing

You could add onto the suffering by having her keep their wings regardless of the fact the attacked her and that she’s forced to remember the moment every time she lays her optics on them, or the idea that a few autobots(cough cough Red Alert) are glitches who keep bringing it up

[lonecorner]

Whatever you do, don't think about the fact that the Lamb will never harbor any trust towards the members of their cult solely for the fact that anything related to the gods and the occult were the catalyst to the genocide of their entire species and any bond formed during their journey would remain null and void as they are immortal and mortal lives will be nothing but fleeting moments to them.

The closest to a companion they could ever achieve to have would be the Crown, the one thing that represents the power they never wanted and the God of Death that became his only salvation, only to make him face damnation.

[screampied]

is it weird that your angst gets me hard (I'm a girl).. also toji angst when? 👉👈

WOW NO ONES SAIDTHIS BEFORE it's not weird don’t worry we don’t judge here 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

omg toji angst ????? now i'm intrigued. we’ll see

[solarseashell]

PNUCHING THE WALL AT THAT SHURIKEN AND VINESTAFF AMV IM GONNA SOB AUUUGGgsgdg /POs

it will happen again 😋