#we love some angst

[raayllum]

Callum turns it over in his mind a hundred times.

The sound of his cuffs hitting the floor of the deck, even as Finnegrin circled like a shark. The ache in his wrists and his jaw and just about everywhere, the weight of the green worm in his palm. He'd known somewhere deep down that Finnegrin must've had some kind of trick up his sleeve, that just primal magic wouldn't be enough to beat him, but Callum had still stood there, hesitating, trying to muster up the will to do dark magic and weigh his options and—

Rayla's safety had been the cost, having to try take control of the situation into her own hands.

And then she'd screamed, loud and awful, and he'd seen red. He'd never felt that kind of anger before, hadn't known something that deep and ugly and violent even existed in him. Something so mind-numbingly blank. Callum hadn't been able to think of anything—not the slug, or a spell, or anything, except—

He had to make Finnegrin pay.

But the second you see that elf girl in danger, you completely lost yourself.

It hadn't even protected her. Not in the long run.

Now Finnegrin is dead, and... There's an itch on Callum's palm he can't quite get rid of. A lingering after effect of the spell.

Callum's jaw clenches.

He'd paid the price, though. He always would.

[intcritus]

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape. //Fushimi @ Itachi

It’s been nearly five months – five months with periodic attacks on the Uchiha lands. And it’s like there’s a purpose and method to them. It only tends to happen whenever the first borns are there, when they’re gathered in one place. But even when they aren’t, it’s obvious that even the smaller attacks are to throw them off. It’s bad enough that he cannot be there, and he knows his cousin is feeling the same, that need to destroy what and who is going against their family. Madara had ordered them both to stay where they were, and not to come home because he can feel that shit is about to hit the fan. 

And maybe that worried is founded on personal experience, that battle sense they were all born with but were mostly certainly heightened in the Founder. And for two weeks, it had been quiet, they’re all recuperating, with the elderly and children already away because they couldn’t risk their safety. It was a sound conclusion. And Madara had called only the immediate branch families back, just the adults who were combatants in this case. 

As they get out of the car, Itachi feels it. He’s not sure what it is exactly but everything feels off, his nose picking up on something sweet but sickly. Immediately his nose wrinkles ( if he’d realized sooner, it was something used to block the senses he relied on, leaving vulnerable ) , and he shares a look with Fushimi, but he’s staring off at something.

The short two minute walk through the trees to Uchiha lands was something they’d traversed before and yet as Itachi looked around, something was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There’s a shifting in the trees, and everything is so still but he can hear someone breathing nearby, like they’re trying to blend into the background. He, Fushimi and Kenta are still in the tree line, but Itachi has stopped walking, a furrow to his brow, and everything is silent, unnaturally so and he realizes he cannot hear anything, much less smell two feet in front of him.

Panic arises as everything sways, tilting as though he were drunk. So he cannot hear what’s happening around him. Cannot hear the roars of rage, the sound of flesh being rendered into a puddle, can barely feel the vibration of the earth beneath his feet. 

Then his husband is in front of him, his horns out, red bleeding into his skin and he’s furious, Itachi can ascertain without his senses. But– the hands on his face are tender, thumbs stroking over his cheeks before he’s roughly shoved away. And he sees why as someone with a blade ends up attacking Fushimi, in lieu of Itachi being shoved out of the way. And from the position of the blade, they’d been aiming for his head. But, he can’t leave his husband to fight his battles. And yet, Itachi isn’t stupid, he’s a liability at this moment. He cannot sense anything, much less react the way he’s been taught. 

An arrow lands at his feet and he has no choice but to scramble back, running the way he came with a slurred curse. Whatever he had inhaled after leaving the car had him sluggish, senses gone and he hates it so much. But he hates it even more that he has to leave Fushimi behind. Tears spill down his cheek, and a nudge against his side shows Seiji, in beast form, his horns scratching against Itachi’s side and guiding him back toward the car, whose tires are fucking punctured.

Another nudge before Seiji stops, motioning to his back with a low growl. It’s such a silly thought but there’s no hesitation to climb onto his son’s back, gently brushing through silver and onyx spotted fur before they’re running through trees and road, tears wetting his son’s fur. Why? Why was this happening now when their era of peace had settled in so nice ? Grief takes ahold of his heart, hoping and praying to his deities to keep Kenta and his husband safe. Fuck. Fuck ! Please keep them safe. If he hadn’t insisted on coming this way, they would be home. But was home even safe ?

and so shit hits the fan and he's whisked away to safety. | @nvrcmplt

[perpetualsarcasmmachine]

I've finally figured out what kind of situations to put my OCs in 😈

[milkamel]

Guilt.

(God these two- how dare they occupy my mind 24/7)

[cosmique-oddity]

Happy Valentines, let’s make that capitalist day into something Centered around every kind of Love ❤️

Besides Primus said you are loved 🫵

First time I drew Rung and it’s very comforting

@keferon your AU, sir, shockwave’s flower is both for you and Blurr !

You guys are free to send these to your friends as long as somewhere im mentionned :DD

[yuukirita]

Grief

B-127

Brother

Friend

Warrior

It's not exactly how it happens but Someone asked about Optimus being the one to acidentaly kill Bee so.......

yeah...

the last image IS a scene that happens tho :D

[eggdrawsthings]

>:p

[serevarin]

jan ptáček. hans capon. little birdie. flowers in his wreath: begonia as "caution", blueberry as "trust", holly as "protection", lavender as "I will never forget you". ... *whisper* and also as "lavender marriage".

[bunnys-lil-hideout]

"too many selfship prompts and imagines are revolved around healthy and happy dynamics and interactions and its boring".

no hate to any of you as i completely get where you're coming from. however. holds your hand. you do know that you're in a virtual community that is the equivalent of a shelter filled with traumatized pets right. surely you're aware of this.

[kittykalliarts]

For decades, the blank vision that Iudex Neuvillette wears near his heart has been subject to much discussion in Fontaine. Nobody remembers who it had once belonged to or why the ancient dragon protected it so jealously. It is said that if the Chief Justice would to stare at it for a long while, it would be sure to rain right after. Oh, how beloved that person must've been.

[evyltalks]

Creon - Polynices was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it.

Antigone - He was my brother.

a little bit of black siblings angst like we all love

[coffeecatcraze]

The fact that Vaggie knew it was a HORRIBLE idea for her to go to Heaven because there were so many things that could go wrong and so many bad memories there, but her girlfriend needed her and she couldn't say no to her cute face; the fact that the headstrong, optimistic, determined, powerful Princess of Hell knew she couldn't handle taking this huge step alone and the only one person she could imagine being by her side in that critical moment was Vaggie.

The fact that even when she felt so hurt, heartbroken, and betrayed and tried for a second to deny it, Charlie never stopped loving Vaggie, still referred to her as her girlfriend, and had full faith that she was completely succeeding in her task (getting detailed sensitive information from a weapons-dealing Overlord) while Charlie herself was struggling and failing with her own.

The fact that even with Charlie so upset that she intentionally threw a painful commentbat her (a comment with a subtle double meaning, though Charlie herself was definitely NOT thinking clearly enough to realize that implication and only meant to make a jab at the secret-keeping), Vaggie still wanted so desperately to protect Charlie out of love that she regrew angelic wings despite having been in Hell for years.

The fact that one gesture from Charlie told Vaggie everything she wanted to say to her, and that mutual understanding was so complete that she didn't hesitate to run to her knowing she would be accepted because her girlfriend still loved her and forgave her.

The support, love, and intimate understanding these two share even when things are hard and painful is so beautiful. They've been together for years; they've been through so much; and it's wonderful to have that respected and portrayed canonically instead of dipping into that easy, fan-craved trope of dramatically heavy relationship angst. I'm glad they left that angst itch to be scratched by fanworks instead, because these ladies aren't that type.

They are powerful; they are determined; they balance and complete each other; and most importantly, they are so head-over-heels and experienced in their love for each other that it took one day for Charlie to deeply consider everything and fully reconcile with Vaggie, who never doubted her even for a second. Their relationship isn't just established; it's stable, and I love to see that for a wlw couple. <3

[dustykneed]

good luck, babes! 💙💛

maybe i should write a fic. hmm

(edit: if you wanted to know my personal interpretation... watch the can in bones' hand. and the colors mean things loll. i think i'll make an explanation tomorrow just for fun)

[wanted-to-say]

“I had this thought growing up—every time senseless praise rained down on me for no good reason, I would find myself watching your face crumple in envy and sadness, only to realize I wasn’t the only one watching you—I��m nothing but a mindless leash on your throat.”

[bluebutlikenotalways]

And so we return, as all things do, to Centaurworld.

[X] Should I draw Nowhere King Black Pearl? Vote now!

ALSO! White Pearl’s design is once again cosmicwhoreo’s

Actually I’m not leaving this in the tags. I loved doing those funky backgrounds, but it also means a diversity loss because he fucking speared her on bisexual beach DX

[mobius-m-mobius]

#always the optimist 🥰

Loki S2 Anniversary x Episode 3 - “1893”