#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 😈

[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

[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

[hinamie]

色彩 [Shikisai]

[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

[mobius-m-mobius]

#always the optimist 🥰

Loki S2 Anniversary x Episode 3 - “1893”

[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)

[micawla]

Guys I’ve somehow found myself down the Azris ship rabbit hole and I only have 2 things to say:

1. I absolutely need them to be canon

2. Do the fanfic writers for this ship know happiness???? Why is everything angst???

[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

[iilmunchkiin]

"Rough Hands"

[athousandbyeol]

i can't stop thinking about this scene.

it was so light-hearted. sheng wang was all-smiley after finishing (perhaps multiple rounds) of revising and studying. but the lively atmosphere simmers down into this thick and stifling tension once jiang tian opens his closet.

honestly, if i were sheng wang, i would have so many questions too. why is he packing? is he going somewhere? but where? so, whatever sheng wang is thinking or feeling at the moment is valid (to me, at least, it is.)

i think it has so much to do with sheng wang's expression here (liu dong qin, the actor you are) that breaks my heart into tiny, million pieces.

it's in the way his eyes follows every movement of jiang tian, but particularly directed at the opened luggage, that has me thinking of sheng wang's fear of separation. the trauma he experienced when he was just a little boy.

i can't imagine how he felt when he saw his beloved mother collapsing to the ground—at the age so little to grasp the situation—to comprehend the meaning of sadness and grief and death.

he was broken. he was devastated. but those feelings as a child were just feelings. but the adult sheng wang now understood that those feelings come with bitter memories and realisations that death is inevitable, and death is permanent. his mother won't come back to him no matter how frequently she visits him in his dreams (and wake).

his heavy breathing. his fixated stare. that feeling of abandonment is washing over him again. they're coming in slow, steady and destructive.

so when jiang tian approaches him with the said book that has more extensive questions, he still can't look away. not until jiang tian realises that sheng wang's attention is now elsewhere.

and he finally asks,

i personally adore how benjamin acted this scene out. jiang tian immediately glances over at the luggage, somehow already knowing the context/direction of this conversation. (it's in the subtlety of benjamin's acting here that has me going nuts.)

when sheng wang asks this question, it reminds me of this scene in episode 1,

jiang tian was looming in front of sheng wang's house, wondering if he should stay or leave. possibly his only destination would be uncle ding's house. maybe he has nowhere to go, to be honest.

sheng wang immediately called him, voicing out his thoughts. and the context is similar—are you leaving?

although jiang tian answers sheng wang's question, not leaving him hanging the way he did in episode 1, it's still not enough. the reason being, as of right now, we're knowledgable of sheng wang's past. but what about jiang tian? we know nothing about him. we just know this boy is closed off and distant and cold and grumpy. but why?

these questions are the answers. but sheng wang doesn't know. not yet.

they could have just dropped the conversation here. but this is one of (the many) things i notice about sheng wang: he's always curious. always seeking answers. even in his studies, he would ask crab (i love you, friend) for the solution. and we saw some instances where jiang tian would share the method he used, etc, only to help him. and i think it's being presented at a different light here. sheng wang is waiting. he's waiting for jiang tian to give him answers.

as jiang tian says it's a habit, it might not be the answer sheng wang wanted, but it was needed, at least, only for the night.

it's so overwhelming to me how jiang tian has always been providing sheng wang with safety, happiness, anger, irritation, fun, answers and questions. how susceptible sheng wang is with everything jiang tian is. they are like mirrors reflecting one another. because for me, jiang tian is like a closed book, but i could understand him once i start reading. but sheng wang, he's more layered. he's open but also secretive. he expresses emotions, but not everyone reciprocates and understands him. not until jiang tian.

and i'm no longer sane in the head because of this.

[suspensefulpen]

Not Again

TW: Kidnapping, Captive Whumpee, Chain Restraints

Whumpee pulled at the chain locked over their ankle. They’ve been trying since they woke up. They woke up in a basement alone. They weren’t sure where but something about it looked familiar — they couldn’t put their finger on it.

Obviously, someone kidnapped them and decided to throw them in a basement. But the question is, who would do that and why?

Even more so, why weren’t they dead yet?

Whumpee glanced around to find something sharp but came up empty handed. They sighed and went back to attempting to pull the chain from its base in the wall.

They instantly froze at the sound of footsteps over their head. Gently, they placed down the chain and listened. It wasn’t long before the steps stopped at a door that was far from Whumpee’s grasp. The locks moving filled the short silence before the door creaked open, revealing—

“Whumper?” They exhaled. A smile slowly appeared on their face. “I’m so glad you’re here! You can get me out of this. I’ve been trying for forever now. If you can just—”

They were silenced when he began to laugh.

Did they miss something? Or was this just an elaborate joke to scare Whumpee?

“No, no Whumpee.” He shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. “I am the reason you’re here.”

“What?” They rolled their eyes, a smile on their face. “Oh I get it. You’re mad about that— listen, it was a bad idea and I—”

“Oh I’m mad alright.” He descended down the stairs, coming closer. “But the reason is not what you think.”

Whumpee raised a brow. Whumper stopped in front of them, kneeling down to their level. He gently lifted their chin.

“You got away from me Whumpee.” His voice was low and gentle yet pained. “And you almost got hurt. I’m not letting that happen again. Because I’m never gonna let you go.”