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milksnake-tea · 4 months
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good morning reaper kissers i bestow upon you amnesia angst
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"Sorry, do I know you?"
Instantly, something behind those red eyes shatters. The stranger's hand stills, and for a moment, time ceased to exist. Inside, you see blood welling from the cracks, a healed heart cut open once more. His mouth opens and closes, again and again, but no words find his tongue.
Your heart squeezes. Already, you want to take your words back, to throw away all reason and embrace this stranger and tell him that everything is alright. But your body refuses to move, frozen on the empty street.
You don't know this man.
That is something you know for sure. No matter how much your heart may weep, no matter how badly it screams at you to comfort the white-haired stranger, to love him, you yourself have no recollection of him.
And so you stand there, staring at the man you've forgotten.
"I..."
He stutters. He hesitates. He curls back, back into his shell. You don't know why, but you hate the tears forming in his eyes, glistening like pools of water.
Your hand reaches towards him, but you pull it back.
"I'm sorry." You step back.
He shakes his head, his gaze dropping. "Don't... Don't be. I should be the one apologizing."
Despite his calm facade, his voice quivers. His shoulders shake, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. Again, your heart screams, twisting at the mere sound of him.
"No, it's okay," you say, your voice soft in an attempt to ease his worries. "That person, they must mean a lot to you."
Broken eyes meet yours once more.
"They... were everything."
You can't help but think he meant to say something else.
Bleeding red burns into your irises, expecting something, anything that would indicate - even by the smallest bit - that "you" were still there.
But you could never give him what he wanted.
You try for a smile. "Well, I hope you find them."
He doesn't answer to that. Grief swirls in his eyes in a whirlpool of mourning, trying to pull you into them, trying to pull you back.
But something keeps you from diving in.
Your feet move on their own. By the time you finally come to, you've already left him.
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reblogs w comments are appreciated !!
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fantastic-nonsense · 1 year
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I'm sorry but I'm not going to be able to take those dramatic angsty scenes between Hermes and Percy in The Last Olympian seriously now. I just can't keep a straight face imagining Walker Scobell shouting at Lin Manuel Miranda for abandoning his kids
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azurlily · 11 months
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Hi, can I get what dating Azula would include? Please
Well hii!! Sure, I got you!
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Dating Azula Would Include:
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Azula isn't...the nicest. She's kind in the way that she loves you, but also wouldn't hesitate to laugh at your mistakes.
Azula, to say the least, is a good lover. As long as you get over being a massive bitch sometimes. She'll laugh or snicker at some servant or pedestrian doing something stupid.
Dating Azula means being friends with Mai and Ty lee. You have no choice. Once the two girls learn about you, it's all over, this is your life now. You have no choice.
Dating Azula means you get recognized a lot, meaning people see and know who you are. Just one glance at you, and you're recognized by everyone around you.
Dating Azula means you get kisses at the randomest times of the day. You two could be walking around and she'll pin you to a wall and pull you into a deep kiss. She then prances off, acting like she didn't just kiss your lips off.
Azula is only affectionate in private or around people she trusts. She allows Mai and Ty lee to see her kissing, touching, loving you.
Azula doesn't share. By no means are you allowed near ANYONE she would consider competition. Mai and Ty lee are on that list too. She has no issues keeping you away from anyone she doesn't like.
Azula has a hard time expressing her love, with the life she has lived it's understanding. She more than likely buys you things, things she deemes worthy of your touch. So you see a dress or a peice of jewelry you like? Just ask.
Azula tries her hardest not to be a bitch when your feeling down. Dating her means you see the vulnerable side of her, she knows you'll show that side of yourself too. In her eyes seeing the real you, it's a pleasure and a bit overwhelming.
Azula gets her red lipstick all over your face when she kisses you. Make out sessions are very evident to those who pass by you. All they see are red smudges and an even redder face. Too bad she enjoys seeing you all quiet and flustered.
As your girlfriend, Azula takes care of many things for you. She knows that being in a relationship with her is hard, so she takes the workload off you. This is one of the many ways she says 'I love you' without actually saying it.
She doesn't care if her father approves of you. It doesn't matter, I mean at first it did. Now though, now she'll do anything you say. If you say it nice enough.
Azula will take you everywhere with her. She's paranoid that you might get hurt without her. So, the obvious option is to bring you with. She's so smart.
As your girlfriend, she doesn't get a little control happy. She decides who gets to give you attention, she decides what you eat, everything. Although that's just her paranoia and control complex. Dont worry, after about 5 to 6 months of dating, that's stops.
While she hates people wanting you, she loves to show you off. Oh? There's a big important banquet coming up? You're coming with.
"You look amazing, it doesn't matter what they think so hurry up. I know what I said- shut up!"
You more than likely make fun of her. For what? For her getting embarrassed by the fact that you're holding hands in public. She might not seem it, but trust me, once you two are in private. That bright blush comes out of her cheeks.
Azula gets angry when you think bad about yourself. If you're good enough for her, you are 10 times better than anyone else. That is just a fact.(in her eyes)
"Am I supposed to care? I don't care that you think your fat, you're better than any man or woman. The fact that I love you, is more than enough proof."
Aggressively loving. She gives you everything aggressively. Her love, her anger, her joy and happiness, her lust. Everything is aggressive. Thata how it should be though.(wink wink)
If you two were to ever break up, it's more than likely because of her status or controlling nature. She feels the need to prove she loves you, even if it's a bit crazy sometimes.
She'd be mad about the breakup, she'd do anything to get you back. I mean anything, she'd give you the world. Azula is more than definitely scared of losing you, not like she'll admit it.
Azula will yell, scream, fight. She'll do anything except admit she's afraid of losing you.
If you two get back together, she's even worse. Not for long though, especially if you already had a very long term relationship. She'll feel weak for letting you almost leave. She's angry, but at the same time afraid. Azula takes measures to make sure you never leave her again.
She is loving person...just ask Ty lee and Mai.
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Hoped yall likes this. I'm finally getting back into writing!! I'm going to be doing as many requests as possible. I more than likely wont finish any of the yandere month challenges on time. So I'll do them when I want to and I'm getting back on requests. Have a good day/night yall!!
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iwasbored777 · 6 months
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If you need me I'll be watching this on repeat the whole evening this always makes me so weak
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crimsonlovebartylus · 11 days
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rosestarkiller is cute, until you realize that Barty loses the two love of his life and ends up alone, while Evan experiences his first heart break when Regulus dies, and Regulus dies with the guilt of leaving evan and barty without an explanation but with the memory of their final moments together.
and while Evan and Regulus reunite in the afterlife, they both have to watch as Barty will never join them. a very tragic love story.
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quess-art · 1 year
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I just heard Book 7 dropped so here's old Lilia sketches while I sort out my thoughts
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wikitpowers · 3 months
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okay so obviously i know that twp will break us (we all know that's true) but idk about ya'll but i'm at least grateful that i can prepare myself mentally for the pain bc like imagine picking up twp randomly thinking it's gonna be a fun little series??? like honey u have a long shot coming here
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ivyjupiterwrites · 1 month
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Some sad 141
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zenopic · 1 year
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beanghostprincess · 3 months
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Water 7 and Enies Lobby happen but that scene in which Usopp is plotting to go back to the crew doesn't happen. Sanji finds Usopp staring at the sunset and the beach and wondering what he's going to do next exactly. Elbaf, yes, but he needs to plan so many things before sailing on his own. And Sanji just-- They haven't confessed or anything. And Sanji doubts Usopp loves him back that way. But what they've been through has made him realize he's in love with him. Which, you know, fucking sucks because he's leaving and Sanji can't do anything about it.
And,,, I'm just thinking,,, About Usopp actually leaving. And Sanji going with him. Usopp claims that he doesn't need somebody to protect him. That he's going on his own for that reason. He needs to do this on his own. But Sanji insists and says that that's what a first mate is for. The he isn't doing this because Luffy told him. Or anyone, really. Actually, this is something really impulsive and he doesn't think it's the best idea but it's what he wants to do. The Strawhtats are his home, yes, but he has realized that Usopp is the flame that keeps him warm. He doesn't feel so out of place and uneasy when Usopp is around. He doesn't think he'll be able to handle it without him. "I'm not doing it for you" is what he ends up saying. And fuck, okay, Usopp just has to accept. Excited. Happy. In love.
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the-ace-with-spades · 2 months
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Buck has just one New Year's resolution --- get over whatever he feels for Eddie.
He's thought about it for some time before the New Year's Eve party at Bobby and Athena's, mostly because he didn't know what to do with himself since he and Natalia broke up --- and Eddie and Marisol haven't --- and the more he thought about it, the more he felt trapped with no escape route.
Eddie will always be his best friend, Chris will always be his best buddy. But there's no way further, despite what his heart keeps imagining.
Marisol isn't at the party --- Eddie said she is celebrating New Year with her brother --- but Buck can't stop thinking about how the party will look next year. How she'll be here, giving Eddie the midnight kiss along with all the other couples and Buck will be there, the only person on the sidelines, still waiting for something that will never happen.
Even now, with Chris in Harry's room, completely de-attached and uninterested in spending time with the adults, Buck feels... numb. Like he is missing on something but not being missed.
Buck goes to the kitchen five minutes before midnight, intending to wait out the actual countdown and the midnight kisses. Eddie tracks him down a minute and twenty seconds to midnight.
"Why're you sulking in here?"
"Not sulking," Buck says and it's technically true. He's just feeling a bit raw. "Just needed a minute alone."
Eddie steps closer to him, leans on the counter next to Buck, so close their hips keep brushing up, but still turned towards Buck, enough that Buck can see his lashes fluttering, the little beauty marks on his tanned skin, the warm shade of his eyes, the soft creases around them as he raises an eyebrow at Buck, waiting for Buck to explain himself.
The timer says fifty-one seconds when Buck makes up his mind.
It's forty-six seconds to midnight when Buck leans down, his hand landing on Eddie's collarbone as he kisses him.
He closes his eyes, lets his nose brush Eddie's, lets himself taste the strawberry cheesecake he ate a few minutes ago, breathe in Eddie's sandalwood aftershave, stroke the broken skin on his bottom lip.
Buck steps back when there's no response. Blinks the wetness away from his eyes.
Four...
Eddie stares at him, wide-eyed and silent, leaning back on his hand on the counter.
Two...
There's nothing but surprise on his face, coarse and unprocessed.
One...
The fireworks outside start erupting and there's an echo of cheer from the garden when the whole team watches the New Year begin.
Buck smiles but looks away. "Thought I'd leave that behind with the year."
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stillnotyourmusebitch · 3 months
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I did it I wrote a fic for my boys. Huskerdust has a hold on my heart. I hope you like it.
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give me a sign (Dieter Bravo x f!reader)
WC: 200
summary: is it too late?
notes: angsty af, established relationship, ups and downs of celebrity and living in Hollywood, feelings
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He searches for the ring he gave you so long ago. Its presence would give him hope. A physical sign that you’re still here, that you still believe in what the two of you have shared.
Something precious among the messy, relentless, and chaotic world that is Hollywood. A place where true love is constantly tested.
There isn’t much left to give. You’re both exhausted and frustrated. Prying eyes and the cameras are looking for cracks in the polished facades you display. Fun personas and colorful outfits can only go so far.
It’s a tiring game, being in the spotlight while maintaining a relationship that is shaky at best. Others in your position gave a valiant effort and failed. Is this how your story ends too?
Your heart aches as you cry. The conversation you’ve been dreading, but agreed to have. In person, in private. In a room where countless memories were made with the person you love.
You reach for his hand, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the golden band that’s wrapped around your fourth finger.
He exhales deeply, but still cautious of what you will say.
“I’m not going anywhere, Dieter,” you confess. “How about you?”
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jahe · 1 year
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Alchemy of Souls: Light and Shadow new teaser
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liltaireissocute · 1 year
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Gifts
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unclewaynemunson · 1 year
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hi i just found your blog and i’m in love with ur writing<3 imma stalk it, if that’s ok!! also, saw ppl can send writing ideas (u don’t have to do this it’s just something i like reading lol) and i see lots of angsty fics where steve is the one that fucks up and has to apologize but I also think eddie could fuck up too - so if you could right something angsty (with a happy ending obv lol i’m not made of stone) where eddie fucks up and has to figure out how to apologize to steve :) but like i said no pressure if it’s not something you want to do <333
keep up with your writing, it’s beautiful <33
Ohmygod this is such a lovely message, thank you so much <333 Seriously this really means sooo much! I hope you're having a good day, lots of love!
And YESSS i love this prompt! I started writing something and it completely got away from me so now it's getting waaayyy longer than i planned it to be, whoops. I'll give you the first part already and I hope to have the second (longer) part ready soon.
(also, i wrote this post a while ago which also has angst and eddie being kind of a dick so you might like that one, too)
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'Do you know what day it is tomorrow?'
They're on Eddie's bed together, the two of them, not doing much – or rather, Steve's not doing much. Eddie, however, is tirelessly scribbling down ideas in his notepad to prepare for the next Hellfire meeting.
He looks up from his notes to look at Steve in disbelief, wondering if he's for real with that question.
'Friday,' he answers in the most scathing tone he can muster.
'C'mon Eddie, don't be a dick,' says Steve, but a small smile is playing around his lips. 'Can I take you out tomorrow night?'
'I have band practice on Fridays. You know that.'
'Yeah, but I talked to the guys. They're okay with skipping it one time.'
'Dude, I'm not gonna miss my band practice for fucking Valentine's Day.'
Steve frowns. 'You don't have to say it like it's a gross word, you know.'
'But it is a gross word, Stevie!' Eddie exclaims dramatically. 'Come on, you know just as well as I do that it's not for people like us.'
'Seriously?'
Eddie doesn't understand why Steve is acting so surprised. Honestly, what did he expect from dating a non-conformist queer metalhead, exactly?
'It's not even about romance, man! It's a conspiracy of the big corporations so they can capitalize off their ridiculous made-up heterosexual ideas of what relationships should be like. Nothing romantic about it, it's all bullshit.'
Something shifts in Steve's gaze. 'It's all bullshit?' he repeats, eyebrows arched into a frown.
There's something in his tone and in his pose, his arms crossed in front of his chest, like he's challenging Eddie, that makes Eddie feel like he can only double down on this now.
'Yeah. Complete bullshit.'
'Okay.' Steve nods, opens his mouth, then closes it again – seems to swallow his own words, before he continues: 'Okay, good to know. I won't keep you away from your band practice, then. Um, you know what, I should be heading home now.'
'I thought you were staying here for the night?'
'No, I changed my mind.' Steve doesn't look him quite in his eyes. 'I think I just wanna be alone. Get a good night's sleep.'
Eddie squints at Steve as he gets up from his lazy position on the bed to grab his shoes.
'Are you angry?'
'No, I'm just – you're probably right, I don't know why I even thought – never mind.'
But Eddie can't see Steve's face as he's ducked down to tie his shoelaces, and his voice sounds oddly strained. Steve leaves Eddie's room without so much as a kiss on Eddie's cheek and only stops in the living room to say goodbye to Wayne before he heads out into the cold evening.
'You and Steve okay?' Wayne asks after the sound of Steve's car has faded away. Eddie is still standing in the middle of the living room, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
'I... don't know,' he answers his uncle's question. 'He was being all weird about fucking Valentine's Day, can you believe that?' He lets himself fall onto the couch. 'What about this –' he makes a vague gesture at both himself and the room around them – 'could have ever given him the idea that I'd care about Valentine's Day?' It's impossible for him to keep the disgust out of his voice.
Wayne sighs. 'And did it ever occur to you that maybe he cares 'bout Valentine's Day?'
Eddie scoffs. 'Of course he doesn't care about Valentine's Day, he's –' Shit. The horrifying realization dawns over him and it makes so much sense that he wonders how he didn't see it right away. How could he have been so stupid? Of course Steve Harrington cares about Valentine's Day. And he probably planned some big romantic surprise date for Eddie and all Eddie said was that it was bullshit.
He groans and lets himself fall further into the worn-out couch cushions.
'That's what I thought,' Wayne comments dryly.
'Shit! Shit, shit, shit, I fucked up so bad, Wayne! How could I have known?! He's a fucking badass, I didn't think – Ah, damnit, I'm such an idiot!'
'Badass or not, if you didn't wanna be with some hopeless romantic, you been lookin' in the wrong place, boy,' Wayne says.
Eddie lifts his head up to take a look at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. It's almost eleven thirty. That leaves him with about eight hours until Steve wakes up on his own in that big empty house, on Valentine's Day, ready to start his day feeling completely miserable. It's time to switch into all-nighter mode.
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(Update: read pt2 here)
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