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unclewaynemunson · 9 months

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I definitely think it takes Eddie a while to accept that Steve changed. He remembers what he was like in high school.

When Steve asks him out, for whatever reason, Eddie says yes. But he’s determined not to fall in love, because deep down Harrington’s still a dick. But he’s cute, and Eddie can smile and play pretend.

But then! Steve goes full happy relationship mode, he tells Robin (obv), introduces Eddie to the other adults as his bf, and is just generally being sweet.

MY SWEET ANON I HOPE YOU'LL STILL SEE THIS!!!

I'm so sorry it took me ages to answer this one! But I really loved the idea of this (the good ol' steddie + misunderstanding about what they mean to each other with a dash of terrible communication skills my beloved) so i wanted to give it my proper attention, which i didn't have enough time for over the past few months. Buuut the words have finally found their way to my keyboard so here is the first part of what probably will turn into a 3-part ficlet, I hope it's something like what you had in mind when you sent this ask to me <3

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Eddie has been acting weird all day. Maybe Steve is too much of a romantic, but he can't help it: he wanted to celebrate this day. Exactly a month ago, he asked Eddie out. And it's been good. They've spent a lot of time together. They've been on lots of dates, spent plenty of nights together... But today, things are different, somehow. Eddie is different. He turned Steve down for a dinner date, he didn't stop by Family Video during lunchtime, and when Steve shows up at the trailer to surprise him with flowers, he merely frowns and pulls back from their kiss before it can even properly get started.

'Everything alright?' Steve asks, trying to catch his boyfriend's gaze – which isn't exactly easy with how Eddie is turning away from him to not-so-gently put the flowers down in a corner of the trailer's living room.

'Yeah, sure,' Eddie mumbles, not really looking at him. 'It's just – I didn't really expect to see you today. We didn't have plans.'

Steve chuckles, trying to get the tension out of his chest. 'Didn't know I was expected to schedule an appointment before coming here.' He tries to play it off as a joke, but the tone of his voice doesn't really want to cooperate.

Eddie finally turns back towards him and Steve catches the end of an eye-roll.

'I'm just not feeling too great today, alright?' It sounds a bit stiff and Steve pauses. He wonders if he did something wrong, if he somehow invaded Eddie's space – even though he has showed up at the trailer on countless evenings in the past month.

'What's wrong?'

'Nothing,' Eddie answers, a little bit too fast. 'I told you, I'm not feeling so well.'

And now that he can see his face properly, Steve notices that Eddie is indeed looking paler than usual.

'Hey, don't worry about it,' he says. 'I can stay to take care of you, if you want to. We don't have to do anything. You can go to bed early and I'll keep you company. I can make you some soup, read to you... You could've just told me you're not feeling good, you know. I would've picked up some fruit on my way over here and stopped by the library for you.'

'You don't have to do any of that, Steve.'

Steve tries to ignore the fact that it's been ages since Eddie has last called him by his official first name. He doesn't like the sound of it.

'But I want to,' he says instead. He takes a step towards Eddie, lifts his arms to wrap them around him – but Eddie swats his arms away before he can properly embrace him.

'Don't.' He sounds cold and detached, so different from how he usually sounds. 'Don't act like this is something it isn't.'

'Like this is something –' Steve echoes, completely caught off-guard by this turn of events. 'Like what?'

'Jesus Christ, you really don't know when to stop, do you?'

'What?' He takes a stumbling step backwards, driven away by the force in Eddie's words.

'We're not – like that,' Eddie stutters out. 'We're just fucking around, aren't we? So you don't need to pretend. You don't need to bring me flowers. You don't need to take care of me when I'm sick. You don't owe me anything, alright? You can go home.'

Steve takes another step backwards, until his back collides with the door of the trailer. He blindly grabs the door handle behind him.

'Alright,' he says, trying desperately not to let his voice tremble audibly. 'I hear you, loud and clear. I'll – I'll leave you alone, then.'

Read pt2 here (Edit: it's actually 5 parts now. You can read the whole thing on ao3 here)

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #anon seriously thank you so much for sending this to me!! it's been a great scenario to explore #and my apologies for the angst lmao #but i promise more will follow soon #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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accelerandy15 · 5 months

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Heyo :) 💙💛

#honeyworks #lipxlip #aiyuu #hworks #confession executive committee #someya yuujirou #shibasaki aizou #Lily's haniwa animatics #There's no excuse why this is late but better than never hahaha #I'm still not over this #(this exist solely to practice on animation and totally not for me to cry on the music and being like omg my art looks alive)#apologies if it looks like an Aizou angst arc lmao #Anyways HAPPY 3yrs Samishigariya :) :):) Aiyuu canon

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sapphicstacks · 9 months

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Ava walked out of the bedroom to music playing faintly from a speaker and the soft grunting of Beatrice doing curl-ups on the living room floor. She was wearing just a sports bra and leggings with her hair tied back in a bun. A slight sheen of sweat over Bea’s skin and the protruding muscular lines made Ava’s eyes widen.

She whistled enthusiastically. “Damn, girl! Are you single? You are hot as hell.”

Beatrice chuckled softly as she continued with her set. “I am not single.”

Chapter 15 of What If There Was Some Invisible String? on AO3 now.

#this chapter is my apology for all the angst in the firefighter au lately #there is plot coming but the actresses are enjoying living together rn lmao #avatrice fic #avatrice fluff #warrior nun fic #sapphicstacks ao3

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fandomhopping · 1 year

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Ninjago one shot no one asked for

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The gash wound definitely would leave a scar but kai had other things to deal with. Zane was dented, Lloyd got a cut across her shoulder, etc. that needed fixed first!

After the major injuries were dealt with kai rushed to the bathroom pulling out his phone on how to treat a gash wound, clicking on a shady website…

“Hydrogen peroxide…” he read aloud searching for the mystery medicine. After locating the liquid he took a towel, poured the medicine on it and aggressively scrubbed at the bleeding scratch… careful not to let out several different yelps of pain as the cold hit his injury.

After a scrub session that was probably done incorrectly, the red ninja poorly wrapped some loose bandages around his forearm and hid it underneath his gi.

As the ninja settled into their pj’s something odd was happening with their hot-headed brother…

“Kai, why are you wearing long sleeves to bed?” The spiky haired boy looked at the earth ninja like a deer in headlights.

“I’m- um, well…. Cold?” He stuttered out Cole knew this was bullshit so he confronted him on the matter.

“Number one: you’re the fire ninja, your body heat is naturally higher than normal. Number two: you’re wearing shorts.” He pointed out raising an eyebrow in a suspicious manner,

“My legs get covered up by blankets! And even the fire ninja can get cold!” Kai retorted climbing into bed, laying on his injured arm wincing ever so slightly.

Cole shrugged.

“Whatever you say, kai.”

Kai woke up the next day in a frenzy because A. His arm felt like it had sown the night in a volcano. B. Said injury was now a purplish color. The red ninja gingerly but frantically pulled out his phone googling:

‘Should the gash in my arm be purple?’ Turns out No! It should not! He winced as he laid on the injured arm for too long. Kai rushed to change his bandages and took an Advil…hopefully it would help.

“Yo Kai! Cmere!” He heard Cole shout from the other room, rolling his eyes the fire ninja left to answer his brethren’s call.

As kai entered the kitchen he saw his previous leader Cole sitting against the bar, as the brunette set his phone down he walked to the black ninja,

“Hey, what do you want for breakfast? It’s my day to cook.” The simple sentence made Kai grimace… Cole was cooking?

“Don’t give me that look! I can cook just fine!” He pouted.

“In fact-“ the ninja walked over to where Kai had set his phone down… no…no!

“I’m gonna look through your search history as pun…ish…ment…” the fire ninja watched as the color left cole’s face after looking through recent searches. He looked up meeting Kai’s eyes before shouting at the top of his lungs

“CODE RED!”

Instantly everyone was there surrounding the red ninja like a pack of vultures…

“Kai just tell us what’s wrong, okay?” Nya attempted, while he was distracted by nya cole grabbed the brunettes wrist and yanked the sleeve covering it. Revealing very poorly bandaged bloody wounds, audible gasps filled the room… kai had to get out of there, now.

“Hey Cole is that your dad?” He frantically asked. Cole turned, loosening his grip just enough for Kai to squirrel away to the lookout tower of the bounty hiding from everyone.

“UGH why do I ALWAYS fall for that!?”

“Because your father put too much pressure on you as a child there for leading to-“

“Zane, if I want a trauma lecture I’ll let you know.”

The non droid huffed muttering about not getting paid enough while the group hurried to the deck.

“Where is he?” Jay asked,

“He is on the lookout tower.” An irritated robot replied

“How do you know?”

3 different people gave the lightning ninja looks that spoke more than words ever could.

“Right robot algorithms…”

Cole began climbing until finally he reached the top with a huff. Seeing immediately a frightened kai back up clutching his injured arm.

“Kai, can you let me have a look at it?” He asked gently.

“No. It’s completely fine! I don’t need help!” The black ninja sighed.

“Plus maybe you should check Lloyd out instead? He got a nasty gash above his head!”

“Lloyd was taken care of and is resting.” Cole reasoned

“What about Zane? He had some dents in him…”

“Already fixed by nya.”

“Speaking of Nya she had a pretty bad-“

“Kai let me see your injury please.” Cole was absolutely dumbfounded by how much resistance kai was putting up!

Eventually kai let him take a look at the now purple arm, (yeesh this needed fixed like yesterday!) and he for the moment fixed the bandages at the minimum.

“Sorry to burden you…” it was a quiet remark but the earth ninja heard it.

“Kai…” he sighed “you’re not a burden! Never have been! I know you like doing stuff solo but things like this are unhealthy!”

The fire ninja lowered his head almost as if in shame, Cole merely put a hand on his shoulder,

“You’ve done things by yourself your whole life… but now you have family! Let us help you for a change!”

Kai could only nod hopefully and quietly.

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#Kai angst #tw for trauma i guess #tw for everything #apologies #i felt the need to do this #Idea popped into my head at 3 in the morning #lmao what is my life #Ninjago #kai smith #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #ninjago lloyd #kai angst #kai I love you but suffer more please? Thanks! ☺️#I’m a physchopath

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gaywiththesauce · 9 months

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Wait one more thing oh my god I’m so sorry I was rereading your thoughts on my fic remembering Giyuu doing CPR on Sabito while I was writing I was like “wait his whole head got. Mega Smooshed. Why would he be doing CPR what is he stupid (yes)” but then. I pictured little Giyuu like dragging Sabito(‘s body) away from the battle and he isn’t an idiot he can tell he’s long dead but he just can’t accept it and tries and tries and tries and tries anyways bc he didn’t even GET to try with his sister so he has to try he has to and when he gets home to Urokodaki (alone) Urokodaki just takes one look at him sees all the blood on the sleeves of his little training robe thing and KNOWS because his eyes are so far away he’s just completely catatonic and doesn’t speak for like. Weeks probably.｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Anyways. IM ANIME ONLY I DONT EVEN KNOW IF THEY EVEN WENT THROUGH FINAL SELECTION TOGETHER AT ALL so this is all just bullshit but. I’m so sorry please ignore me I just had to put that out into the world so it wasn’t torturing my brain anymore ok bye again I’m so sorry

I KNOW I WAS LIKE "did he??? did he actually?!!??!??" and I'm anime only as well but like they have the same pattern so that's my excuse. I say they went through Final Selection and now Giyuu cries alone :) also THANK YOU for sending me this bullshit, one person's trash is another person's food and oh boy is this the Good Bullshit!

I'm inspired for the angst after my long day today sooo

(No graphic description of violence or gore.)

Giyuu knows that it was useless to try. It was completely useless. Urokodaki's technique was only for people whose heart stopped beating and their chests stilled with the lack of breath. It didn't work for people who were bleeding out. It didn't work for people missing body parts. It wouldn't work for Sabito.

But, he couldn't give up. Sabito never gave up, so he couldn't either. The sun dawned on them for the sixth day, meaning things should get better now. The sun was a good sign, wasn't it?

His little hands couldn't move faster than the rate of the song he hummed to himself through broken sobs. The song Urokodaki taught him for the correct rhythm of a beating heart. Sabito's heart didn't beat like that right now. Sabito's heart didn't beat at all.

He couldn't give up despite his rational mind screaming at him the truth. It was right in front of his eyes, so he closed them and counted in his head until he had to force air into Sabito's lungs. Gently, he did so, but gentle wasn't in Sabito's vocabulary. He doubted if it would even work for him if he had a chance to save him.

Soon enough, his hands- entwined like he practiced on straw dummies- wouldn't go as deep as he urged them too. He didn't know what else to do. This was his only chance to try, he would never get another after this. He had to do something. The sun moved positioned and he could barely breathe with his efforts. He slumped forward, struggling to keep his eyes open as he passed out from exhaustion.

It was midday when he awoke again. Flies circled around both of them. Giyuu only had one thought in his mind. Sabito's body would not be eaten. He didn't have any tools other than his sword, so he went to digging a small hole in the ground. It was almost sunset when he made it deep enough to keep him level with the ground.

The shallow grave was covered with loose dirt and leaves. Giyuu did his best, he really did, but it was quite obvious that something was hidden underneath. He kneeled down, said a short prayer for him to rest in peace and to keep his body hidden, and turned around to face the moon.

Revenge wasn't his to enact, but one day, someone would be strong enough to decapitate the hand demon...

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exilethegame · 2 years

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saw some fanart and decided to play and now I’m sobbing over my dear and darling tiji literally trying to tear herself apart in her mothers’ dungeons what the FUCK (affectionate)

>:3 so another one joins the ranks...

I feel like the general vibe of The Exile is looking at it before you play, going "How bad could this possibly be?" and then exiting with a very traumatized MC on your hands lmao

The angst truly hits the bottom at Chapter 5, and after that things start to lighten up a little... for the MC, at least. The angst has to go to someone after all... 👀

#i apologize for the angst #and i am glad that you're enjoying the game as painful as it may be! lmao #pheo talks #if i have it my way #every single companion will have something spectacularly angst happen to them

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easy-revenge · 1 year

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Does Aki visit Himeno's grave or maybe Himeno's grave isn't there because her body was gone and Aki just visits the cemetery because that's the place where he met Himeno for the first time?

this type of angst has been living in my brain rent free for over a year so it's time to indulge on main.

considering the nature of devil hunting, it's safe to assume that for the sake of the families at least, there's a grave for all the fallen devil hunters.

i doubt that the majority of them make pretty corpses, or are left with much to bury, but i think some type of memorial is put up regardless.

so in my opinion himeno DOES get a grave. her sister and father visit it from time to time. aki does too.

(this ask made me mad that we dont actually get a scene of him doing so in the manga bc it would've been very much in character)

i have this headcanon that the way himeno found out that aki cried for every coworker of theirs that died was bc she ran into him at the cemetery once. he didn't know she was there at first, but she saw him gather the wilted flowers from the graves and replace them with new ones.

i imagine he was very swift and efficient with his motions, like doing chores. he placed each cheap, standard bouquet down one after the other, then stood back up and dusted himself off.

himeno stayed back and watched him do it, expecting him to turn back with that serious, collected expression he'd always keep his face in.

but aki stood there for some time, looking at the graves in front of him, decorated with simple, boring, colorless flowers. as temporary as the lives they were there to honor had been.

when he turned around and saw her, there were tears in his eyes and down his face.

he didn't say anything and didn't move to wipe them off. didn't try to hide from himeno, who felt the inexplicable urge to laugh, even though her chest was tight and uncomfortable.

she didn't go to the cemetery again after that.

aki never stopped going.

i think it takes him some time to finally visit himeno's grave. im pretty sure devil hunters don't get funerals anyway.

maybe it's because the last time he bought flowers for someone he loved was for his family's grave. maybe it's because that same cemetery is where he saw himeno for the first time and he's scared of feeling some type of closure by going back there alone to meet her.

maybe he's not ready to let her go.

after meeting angel, he quits smoking and that's the first time he lets part of her go. deep breaths come easier to him after that.

when he's ready, he buys flowers and takes the familiar route.

her grave already seems worn. there are newer ones around it, more added every day. the flowers in front of her cross aren't wilted yet. maybe one or two days old. her sister must have been in town.

aki feels uneasy. like something is off and out of place. maybe this isn't the clean cut he imagined coming here would give him. closure feels bitter and unsatisfying on his tongue as he sets his flowers down next to the ones already there.

he stares at himeno's name on the stone. it stares back at him, gray and miserable.

he doesn't visit any of the other graves he meant to stop by. all the people he used to drink with that share the same date of death with the person that knew him better than anyone.

being finally unknown feels like a breath of fresh air for aki hayakawa, who makes a point of not knowing himself either. almost feels like freedom.

his steps feel heavy as he leaves, his eyes dry and too big for their sockets. easy revenge, he thinks, isn't enough.

#ANON I RLY DONT KNOW WHAT I JUST TYPED #it sure isnt what u asked me for lmao #this is what happens when im sad and havent touched my unfinished character studies in weeks #apologies #user easy-revenge unlocks new brand of content: angsty headcanons #chainsaw man ask #answered #aki hayakawa #himeno #himeno chainsaw man #akimeno #chainsaw man #chainsaw man anime #chainsaw man manga #chainsaw man angst #aki hayakawa angst #anime #manga

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 2 months

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I want to scream just saw your response and it was so cutee 😭😭😭 him lulling both of us to sleep is so cute😭😭 I don’t want to send him back to the see I know that I usually write fluff ask for this au but what if the reader has to move somewhere WITH NO SEA like Sweden bc if their work 😭😭😭 they would never be able to see each other and I am extra sad for the reader bc nobody would be as good as Suguru he would ruin their love life forever 🌙

HEHE I’M SO GLAD U THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE <33 i think mer!sugu would sing u to sleep all the time!! it’s his love language …….

but 😭😭 my sweet 🌙 anon …. how could u do this to me…… reader moving from mer!sugu’s beach would be sooo heartbreaking :((( if they moved anywhere he could follow i feel like he would, but if it was somewhere too dry for mer!sugu to live at i’d be so sad :’3 …. sigh. for my own mental health i’m just not gonna think abt that LMAO but it’s a very tasty angst scenario……. AND YES SUGU RLLY WOULD RUIN THEIR LOVE LIFE silly hot fish man is the new standard…. no other person could make them as happy 😔😔😔

in return for the treat i’ll offer u an angst thought of my own …. >:3 ok so. i imagine that merfolk age differently than humans right…. as for mer!sugu i feel like he’s around the same age as reader (probably a lil older mentally but physically the same)…….. but he would definitely outlive them :(( and i keep thinking abt that!! how tragic it is. mer!sugu would treasure their memory so dearly though… maybe there’s an intricate burying ritual for merfolk that he’d follow? like. collecting their bones and burying them by the beach… or down in the deep sea….. or maybe he makes a necklace with some pieces of their skeleton and wears it. so he always keeps a piece of them with him. Kinda Fucked Up but it’s a merfolk thing ok just roll w it 😭😭 they’re sinister creatures but also very devoted….

idk just. mer!sugu grieving reader for as long as he lives without them…. the idea of that makes me so so sad. imagine him swimming up to the surface when the moon looks the same as it did when they first met…… shedding a tear or two before returning to sea……. and his tears end up turning into a myriad of sea glass, covering the beach in green and blue and purple…….. or so the folktale goes <3 yeahhhh i just like the idea of their love story becoming a local fairy tale decades after reader has passed. it’s so bittersweet … T—T

sigh i got carried away again. tysm as always for chatting w me 🌙 anon!!! <33 i don’t think my heart can handle thinking abt mer!sugu angst…. i just want him to be pouty and cute all the time……… :(((

#there was this one house i lived at for some time a couple years ago #that was like. righttt by the woods and super duper close to the sea !!#so i used to walk there every morning… it rlly made me love the sea a lot more :’3 n i kinda imagine that location when i think abt this au #tbh i think reader would stay there their whole life partially bc of Lore reasons that i have planned for the fic lol……#but also to be close to sugu T—T #they stay together all that time and even after reader dies suguru stays. that’s Their beach… sniffle sniffle…..#ENOUGH ANGST i need to come up w some fluff… hm hm hmmm……. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#… my brain is out of juice. just imagine sugu angrily flopping away from reader bc they made him mad LMAO #he’s pouting and frowning flopping his way to the sea while reader follows him and apologizes #”suguru can we please just talk this ou —” (splash noise)……………. aaaand he’s back in the sea smh. silly lil fishy #ask tag ✩#🌙 anon !! ✩#mer!sugu <33

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distant-velleity · 5 months

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Too Close for Comfort

Summary: Pairing up two freshmen who are constantly bickering for a potions assignment certainly leads to interesting situations. Word count: 1.3k A/N: another one...!! this one takes place before some of the other fics. mostly this was an excuse for me to put them in another awkward situation teehee. pray forgive me for the honestly mid quality of my writing these two are just too silly Tagging: @thehollowwriter

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with you again for an assignment,” Santiago complains, holding his books to his chest as they leave Crewel’s class.

They’d been partnered for a potion-making assignment, one of their last before spring break. It would be fine if it was anyone but Chrysos, in Santiago’s opinion—the Octavinelle student walks to the beat of his own drum and then has the audacity to yell at Santiago when he doesn’t do anything.

Chrysos, at his side, glares back up at him just as fiercely. “I’ve seen you try on potions, it could be worse. Just don’t slack off. We’ll be fine,” he insists with an air of self-confidence.

“Easy for you to say, what with your ridiculously good exam scores.”

“For a reason.”

“You have upperclassmen actually willing to help you!” Santiago huffs. “Anyway, we have to get our own ingredients for the potion, right? When are you free to go to the botanical garden so we can collect the harder-to-get ones? ‘Cause I’m not just gonna let you do all the work,” he adds when he receives a questioning look.

Momentarily, Chrysos frowns, staring into the distance in thought. “My club is producing a new movie. I’m going to be busy every afternoon until dinnertime. And we still need to eat during lunchtime…”

“...Dude.” Santiago blanches. “Seriously? So you have no time at all?”

Chrysos nods wordlessly.

Santiago groans, tipping his head back. “This is off to a great start.”

But even as he says that, other options are running through his mind, being considered and rejected with swiftness. Asking to go during their next class with Crewel is totally out of the picture—he’d flame them for not being more proactive with their own time. Other classes are out, too, because no way any teacher would let them skip like that, even if it was excused. It’s not like they can miss club activities, either… and each dorm has things to do in the morning.

So the only option is after club activities, which means—oh, it means a little bit of rebelliousness, sure, but nothing big.

“At night, then,” Santiago suggests. “No one ever goes to the gardens at night, really, so we’ll be uninterrupted.”

“How do you know that?” immediately challenges Chrysos, followed up with, “Is it against the rules?”

“One, I’ve been there before at night. Two, not necessarily…” At Chrysos’ doubtful look, Santiago rolls his eyes. “It’s only against the rules if you get caught.”

“So it is.”

“Whatever you say. Frankly, I’m more surprised you didn’t already know the rules by heart.”

“Who do you think I am?” Chrysos lets out a soft huff. “It’s not that I’m against going. Just, the consequences… Anyways, when?”

“When…” Santiago chews his bottom lip, trying to remember Kalim’s whims. “Uhh, I’ve got time to slip out tonight. You?”

“Should be fine,” Chrysos says, only sounding half-sure. “The Lounge is closed tonight. I won’t be performing.”

Santiago smirks. “So you’ll perform for me instead? How sweet.” While Chrysos sputters (or at least his own form of fumbling with his composure), he continues, “Alright, then it’s a plan. Let’s meet behind the Hall of Mirrors at… 9 PM? 10?”

“10. A lot of people are asleep by then.”

“Deal.”

With the date set in mind, they nod and part ways to head to their next classes.

Having barely diverted Jamil’s line of questioning using the amount of homework the sophomores had, Santiago steps out of the Scarabia mirror and makes his way out of the Hall, slipping into the bushes on the side opposite of the main path. The sky is dark and the only sounds around are the cold night breeze and the rustling of foliage—a perfect night to sneak out.

He checks his phone. 21:56 flashes from his dimmed lock screen.

So I’m a little early, Santiago admits to no one in particular. I’ll just wait out here until Chrysos comes.

Not even a minute later, someone steps into the bushes next to him, clumsy and rustling the leaves. Chrysos dusts off his clothes, with an air all too classy for someone who just stumbled his way in. “You’re early.”

“Not at all,” replies Santiago with an easy smirk. “Let’s go.”

They make their way quietly to the botanical garden, side-by-side despite never taking the main path. It’s through a side entrance that they pass into the glass dome of the garden, surrounded immediately by giant leaves and overhanging vines.

“We can find what we need in the temperate zone,” Chrysos whispers. He gestures with his hand for Santiago to follow him, taking the lead now.

The temperate zone is cool, flush with bushes and thick tree trunks. Air conditioning simulates gentle wind blowing by. Light peeks through the glass ceiling in places where the leaf canopy doesn’t quite cover, allowing them to make their way over to a bunch of berries and brightly-colored flowers.

Wordlessly, they set to work. A sense of agreement that can only be found between partners in crime is the miracle that suppresses their urge to argue.

In Santiago’s opinion, it’s going well. Really well!

At least, until—

“Why are you taking so many?” Santiago asks, staring at the assortment of plant lengths gathered in Chrysos’ palm.

Chrysos reaches for a golden-colored stalk of leaves, a plant that Santiago doesn't remember the name of but is 99% sure becomes poisonous in pretty low doses. “It’s none of your business.”

“Actually, I think it is—“

Approaching footsteps echo through the zone—sharp heels clacking against the stone path.

“Who in the world could be in the garden at this hour?” wonders the all-too-recognizable voice of Crewel, just a few meters away behind some trees.

Santiago and Chrysos make panicked eye contact. A mutual oh fuck moment.

“This is your fault,” whispers Santiago. “If you hadn’t got caught up in collecting—”

Chrysos glares at him. “You’re the one who was so loud about it. If you could mind your own business—”

“It was a reasonable question—”

The footsteps grow ever closer.

Before Santiago can protest any further, Chrysos grabs him by the wrist and pulls him behind a cluster of trees with deceptive strength that doesn’t surprise him anymore. The branches and trunks provide shade enough for them to mostly blend in with their surroundings. It’s not something Santiago—as a flashy parrot beastman—is used to, even if he’s been here in the dead of night before.

Without really thinking about it in his panic, Santiago tugs Chrysos closer to him and presses him back against the tree trunk behind him. An attempt at using his body to hide the shorter boy.

“Wha—“ Chrysos is cut off by a calloused hand clamping over his mouth.

Santiago jerks his head towards just past the trees, on the path they were just on—although he’s not donning his iconic fur coat, Crewel is still easily recognizable as he walks by, looking around.

“…How strange,” Crewel muses. “Perhaps I was just hearing things.”

The sound of his shoes starts up again, walking away until they disappear into silence. Once he’s out of earshot, Chrysos and Santiago both slump in relief.

That was a little too close for comfort...

And then Chrysos bites Santiago’s hand.

“Ow!” Santiago lets go to shake it, trying to ease the pain. “What was that for?!”

“To talk. You can get off of me now,” Chrysos says dryly. Squinting at him makes it more clear that his cheeks are flushed as red as the ends of his hair.

Santiago actually wonders why for a second before he realizes they’re pressed chest-to-chest, him pinning Chrysos back against the tree with his body, free hand pressed against the wood by the merman’s head. Taken out of context, it definitely does not look like the attempt at hiding that it was.

So, Santiago immediately jumps back, coughing nervously and fiddling with his feather earring. There’s now what he hopes is a socially acceptable amount of distance between him and Chrysos. “My bad… Ahaha. I think we got all our stuff, should we head back to our dorms now?”

Chrysos stares oddly at him for a moment before straightening his clothes. “Yes. Please.”

#kai's writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #chrysos pendentif #santiago parro #divus crewel #this is also abt 2 weeks old but i wrote it the day after the basketball fic i think #i was. really on a roll #and yes this is what i meant when i said i have a short oneshot where chrysos bites santiago LMAO #consider this my apology for the angst

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ i am thinking of doing another angst story, but this time, a series. 𓁹‿𓁹

#ੈ♡˳· fluff's corner #AHAHAHAHAHAHA ohmygod #i love my self for always coming up with angst fics #i find it ironic on how my name here is fluff but i love angst lmao #again i am not apologizing #i suffer u suffer we all suffer #spread the love?? pfft nAur #spread the pain. </33

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freezethebeez · 2 years

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late night catalyst!ranboo ramblings

transcribed from his mind onto paper. takes place somewhere around ch 14/15 which doesn't make much sense now but will in a month or so <3

fully thingy below the break :]

I know you don't like me and I know you're afraid of me and my hands that hurt and my teeth that kill but can you just hold me?

Just for a bit. Just for tonight– just for right now. Maybe–

Wrap your arms around me and maybe–

Your hands tracing patterns on my back sounds lovely right now but playing with my hair works, too, I think– if that's what you want.

But–

Don't just– don't let me go to bed alone tonight. I can't– I won't make it another night without anyone beside me, I don't think–

You can just lay beside me.

That'll work, I think.

I can listen to your heartbeat from afar; I don't need my ear pressed against your ribcage; my head doesn't need to lay on your chest.

Maybe I could hold you instead.

Maybe that would be better. Maybe. Less selfish.

And me holding you is the same as you holding me kind of so maybe it'll fill the same holes in my heart.

Do you think it could beat with yours, too, one day?

Do you think I could hold your hand and keep it warm in the winter? Do you think we'll make it to winter at all? Do you think I'll ever be able to look at you and not your neck? Do you think I'll drain you of your blood before then? Do you think–

Do I think I even love you at all?

No. No, I do. I– I think I do.

I think there's a part of me that loves you, at least. I think that very same part wants you dead, but it– it loves you a little.

I want to love you, too.

A little.

Maybe if– maybe you could just...

Could you sleep in my bed tonight?

Could I sleep in yours? Would that make it easier?

Maybe it would be– if I slept here tonight. Just here– just with my forehead pressed against your back.

Maybe I can fall in love with you here. Maybe you could turn around and kiss me goodnight.

Can you kiss me goodnight?

Would you– would you want to?

I would, I think.

Only if you asked me to.

Because I think– I think if you asked me to kiss you, I would. And I think if you– I think I would want to. I think I would. I think– I think it'd be nice and you'd be... nice. And I think you'd– I'd love you then, maybe.

Is that what love feels like?

I don't know.

I don't– friends don't– are we friends? I don't think we... are. I'm not– I don't want to– if you don't–

You can't read my thoughts, I don't think.

At least I hope you can't.

Uh.

I'm sorry.

Goodnight.

#apologies for the poor formatting. it looked better on wattpad LMAO #fun fact: any writing that i don't plan on posting is always written on wattpad #the ctntduo fic was one of them... but alas...#Anyways this was silly #yeah yeah more catalyst!beeduo fluff #this is all ur getting btw. there is nothing but pain and suffering for the next 10 chapters or so. soz #gotta break up the angst somehow #but yeah i promise this'll make sense come ch 14 and 15 #idek if this'll make sense with only ch 11 in mind #still crazy to me how you don't even have ch 12 yet like that's actually wild to me #this saturday guys. don't worry #that's enough for my rambling for now. it's late. i need sleep #my horrible awful terribly bad ideas #catalyst

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deathfavor · 1 year

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I got sent home within 1 1/2 hours of being at work bc i was clearly not doing well lmao so uhhhh guess im here.

#᛭ — [OOC] angst is the game and tears are the currency #everyone: telling me to say home #me:i gOTTA GO IN #me getting to my internship & my boss saying i dont have to be there #but im stubborn and wanted to try #and then she sent me home an hour later lmao #and she told me to stop apologizing/feeling bad #i apologize a lot irl #.....i apologized for apologizing HGJDFG lIKE #its fine tho im in bed now resting

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ravenkinnie · 2 years

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Caitlyn/Vi, angst, trauma, and overall despair

Summary: It hits Caitlyn the way her father's expression did, the way the ruins of the tower did: her mother is dead and she feels no pain.

or the one where no one is happy, not even the author

#mine #caitvi #just pure angst babes xx #I'm trying to crosspost more lmao #apologies to caitlyn but giving her trauma is my stress management strategy

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attempted--eloquence · 2 years

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6, 12 and 16 for the author ask please ?

6: Where do your titles come from?

Oof mostly I just go on relatedwords.org and type in a few words that pertain to whatever I’m writing and see if the results give me any ideas that vibe with what I feel like the story is about :)

12: answered!

16: What is your best piece of advice for writing angst scenes?

Okay I absolutely love writing angst so you’d think I would know how to answer this but I have been staring at this question for a while now with only tv static in my brain. I’d say….it depends on what the motive for the angst is, maybe? If I’m writing really anxious stream of consciousness that is trying to put the reader in the character’s whirlwind headspace, then I like to do really loaded run-on sentences that (I hope?) read the way being caught in a panic spiral feels (or alternatively, a shit-ton of choppy sentences one after another that kinda have the same effect).

But also, I think imagery + introspection combo is greaaaaat for angst, because it can sucker punch the shit of someone, y’know?? (tw blood/death mention) Your character’s love interest just bled out beside them and they can’t do anything to fix if, they came too late to help, and they can’t think about the corpse, can’t process it, but their mind keeps wandering to the pool of blood they’re standing in. The way it’s slowly soaking into the toe of their white sneakers. And they think about how fucking hard it will be to get the blood out of those sneakers later. And then they remember that they’re out of that special stain remover that their love interest asked them to pick up from the store last week bc they used the last of it, but your character never got around to it and now they’re here, standing over this dead body of the person they loved, and there’s blood staining their white fucking sneakers, and they will have to go home, and they know that when they go home and step into the laundry room they will see the empty space where that bottle of stain remover used to be and it’s this awful yet mundane visualization of the sudden lack in their life that cements what they just lost, and yeah. Does that make sense idfk sjdhsjsh. TLDR write what makes you sad :)

Thank you so much for asking!! Off to hopefully fulfill my end of the bargain now <3

Ask game!

#that was UNHINGED and UNCALLED FOR on my behalf omfg #can you tell…I love…angst…#my sincerest apologies to anyone who has to read that lmao #my revised advise would be: in whatever angst scenario is happening. think abt what would specifically fuck w your character and why #and emphasize that #I’m ill that was a bonkers thing to say goodnight

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alllgator-blood · 21 days

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I call this one "found family but it goes horribly wrong in an irreparable way" :)

I've been doing a lot of cotl comics but I kinda lost my comic making endurance after not working on art since last september, so I made this to help me flex my art muscles. Apologies for the watermarks lmao they kinda kill the mood but I've already had people repost my art when I put it on reddit so...might as well get the credit if my stuff is gonna be reposted regardless. RAMBLE INCOMING!!

Thinking about how shamura was most likely the one to find + raise their adopted siblings and help them survive the mass deicide that happened thousands of years before....OUUGH. I have so many ideas for comics that take place when half the bishops were still lil kids. I have one in progress right now actually. But it just hurts when I remember how it all ends- they loved their family for so long and yet they credit their love as what caused it to fall apart!!! The lore of the bishops only sunk in when I was dealing with my own heavy sibling angst, and I was like wow....shamura supported the sibs so much they accidentally encouraged their brother into being a heretic, and couldn't close pandora's box in time to save him or the rest of the family. They blame themself for the past 1,000 years and seem to be totally okay with dying for what they did?? Like when they get sent to the shadow realm they tell you to "finish the job" instead of leaving them in purgatory. And despite being the bishop of war, they are the only bishop to not have a "desperate" phase where their attacks get more brutal. They're not desperate, they just want to get it over with. All their other siblings are dead by then anyway so it's not like they have anything to stick around for, even if they were healthy enough to win the battle. Plus I mean...narinder is the bishop of death so they probably just want to see him one last time. Owch

Don't get me wrong I love to hate narinder and his only role in my cult is the guy who cleans the outhouse, but I really like his dynamic with shamura vs. the other siblings. I kinda see him as the troubled kid that couldn't assimilate into the family and shamura took it upon themself to try and fix him. It's interesting thinking about how they're the only one he shows remorse for despite feeling the most betrayed by them. I don't think he 100% hates them, he's just been locked in gay baby jail for so long he's had nothing better to think about than "my sibling encouraged me to experiment with my godly duties, and then punished me for it!!". He's not wrong? But also is shamura that wrong either??? Idk it's complicated with no real answer and I like it a lot, I wish the game told us more about what the bishops were like before they got their shit rocked during the schism. I would've loved to see shamura before their brain was turned to mush by their tbi + 1,000 years of suffocating grief and crushing guilt :)

ANYWAY thanks for making it to the bottom of this rant, here is a sketch I did a while ago of shamura + baby leshy from a prequel au thing I don't have a name for yet:

#cult of the lamb #comic #cotl #cotl bishops #shamura #kallamar #narinder #the one who waits #heket #leshy

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mrsmikaelsxn · 9 months

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Tired

masterlist

pairing: theodore nott x female reader

warning: somewhat angst to fluff, kissing, cursing, jealousy, best friends to lovers, protectiveness, c*rmac mcl*ggen

summary: you were theo's childhood best friend and he waits for a time when you will love him back

a/n: hello lovely people! i am alive and well! i sincerely apologize for not writing in awhile, i just haven't had any motivation to write lmao (this isn't proof read because its really late and i'm tired, so i apologize for any mistakes) (i chose the song below because i've been singing it for weeks and it somewhat relates to theo in this)

song: i'm just ken - ryan gosling

Theodore Nott was tired.

And in love.

With his best friend, nonetheless.

You may be wondering why he was tired. Well, he was tired of feeling upset whenever you called him your best friend. He was tired of hiding how he felt towards you since he was a thirteen-year-old. He was tired of the jealousy that took over him whenever someone flirted or went out with you.

Theodore was tired of many things.

At the moment, he was sat in the Great Hall as Draco complained about his classes. He wasn't listening, though, no he was staring at you as you happily talked with your friends in Hufflepuff.

Someone then sits in the empty spot next to him and pats his shoulder. He tenses slightly and Draco stops talking. They both turn and look at Cormac Mclaggen.

The two Slytherins practically have to hold in their vomit at the mere sight of the Gryffindor.

"Can I help you, Gryffindor?" Theo's eyes narrowed at the hand on his shoulder.

Cormac awkwardly removes his hand and sucks in a breath, a smirk making its way to his face. "You can't, but she can." He tilts his head and his eyes land on you.

Draco and Theo's eyes follow his line of vision and Theo clenches his jaw. "What do you want?"

"I want that friend of yours. And for you to set us up," he shrugs.

Draco glances back and forth between the two boys. He knows how protective Theo is of you, and that this isn't likely going to end well.

"Let me get this straight... you want me to set you up with y/n?" Theodore says with disdain.

"Exactly. Something about her just has me wishing to be in her bed, you know?"

Theo slams his hands on the table, causing some people nearby to look over. He glares at the boy and speaks lowly, "The fuck did you just say?"

"Don't tell me you aren't friends with her to get in her-"

Draco cuts him off before his could finish. "I suggest you don't finish that fucking sentence, Mclaggen."

"I'll take that as my sign to leave. Just let me know whenever you're done with her, I'll be waiting with open arms... and legs," he laughs as he walks out of the Hall.

"Fucking disgusting asshole," Theodore mumbles.

"I can hex him if you want," Draco says. "Maybe get Snape to take points from Gryffindor."

"Both sound good to me."

His eyes make their way back to you and he sees your eyes already on him. You smile brightly at him and he grins back. You turn around so he doesn't see your face warm.

One of your friends, Hannah Abbot, giggles and pokes your cheek. "Someone's blushing."

"Am not!"

"Yes you are. Don't lie," she leans in, "you have feelings for Nott."

"I don't know what you are talking about. We're just friends."

"Mhm." Hannah looks at you with an incredulous face, "I'm pretty sure that friends don't make heart eyes at one another."

You gasp, "Theo and I do not make heart eyes at each other."

Hannah whispers, "I know that you know that you like him. I hope that you believe me when I tell you that he looks at you like he's about to get down on one knee-"

You gently place your hand on her mouth and look at her with wide eyes. "That's enough." You remove your hand but chew on your lip for a second. "Does he look at me like that?"

"Yes! And for the record, I think your children-"

"Merlin! I can't do this today," you drop your head into your hands as Hannah rants about how beautiful your family would be.

It's been two weeks since then and whenever you hung out with Theo, you tried to decipher if he was looking at you the way Hannah has claimed he was.

Theo, however, noticed how you seemed more bright than usual. What had happened that made you more smiley and happy? Did you find someone?

He runs his hands over his face and sighs.

"Theo? Are you alright?"

He sits straighter at the sound of your warm voice. "Yes, love. I was just lost in thought."

"Oh? And what thought has you frowning like a kicked puppy?"

You lean back against the tree behind you and put your legs out straight, crossing your ankles. You pat your lap and Theo places his head down. Your hands start to play with his hair, like muscle memory.

"Nothing your pretty head should worry about," he says quietly as he stares up at the stars. It was past curfew, and you weren't one to break any rules, but how could you say no to your favorite person? Especially when the note was attached to your favorite flower.

"Hm, well I don't like it when you frown. I much prefer to look at your gorgeous smile," you chew the inside of your cheek and start to braid some strands of his hair.

His cheeks turn a light pink and his eyes meet yours. "Gorgeous smile?" He feels a flicker of hope that there's a slight chance you reciprocate his feelings.

"Yeah," you mumble with a light laugh.

He smiles and before he could say anything else, something clicks above him.

You grin as you hold your polaroid camera above his head. "Gotcha."

He fake pouts and tickles your stomach. You burst out laughing and the camera falls to your side, "Theo! Stop, please!" You beg and squirm.

"Okay, since you asked nicely."

"You know, I think I can be tickled to death. I don't know about you, but personally I can't really breathe when I'm being tickled."

He lets out a breath, "I don't know if I can, I haven't been tickled before." He sits up a tiny bit and leans on his elbows.

You huff, "I suppose we'll just have to find out, won't we." You quickly move so that you're next to him and tickling his stomach. His head falls back as he laughs. You smile and he grabs your waist and rolls the two of you over so that he's now on top of you.

Theo gazes down at you. He sucked in a breath at your closeness and couldn't stop his eyes from dropping down to your smiling lips. 'So pretty,' he thinks to himself.

His arms are on both sides of your head and he leans down a bit so that if either of you were to move just an inch, your lips would touch.

"Theo," you whisper breathlessly.

"I really fucking want to kiss you right now," he says quietly.

You look at his lips, "So do it."

Without another word, he connects his lips to yours and both of your eyes flutter shut.

He feels a burst of butterflies fill his stomach. As childish as that may sound, he's had countless scenarios of kissing you. But never would he have expected it to be so perfect as it was.

Your lips were soft and warm. His were too. He slides his tongue across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth happily.

His tongue wanders your mouth and your hands go up and comb through his hair. He lets out a content sigh against your mouth and pulls away the tiniest bit. He gives a shorter and sweet kiss before his tongue is against yours again.

You taste of strawberries and cherries. That was because you ate the two fruits almost every night for dessert.

He tastes like slight cigarette smoke and vanilla, as odd as that may seem.

The two of you could drown in the taste of each other.

Theo pulls away places a gentle kiss on your forehead as he sits up and pulls you against his chest.

He rests his head on your shoulder and kisses your neck. "I love you," he whispers.

You furrow your eyebrows. You've said the three words to one another before, but you hoped he meant it another way. Which you were almost sure of after the kiss. "I love you more."

"No," he shakes his head against your neck. "I'm in love with you."

You feel your heart rate increase and the largest smile is now on your face. "You are?"

"Of course I am. I've been in love with you for years. You don't have to say-"

You turn and face him. "I'm," you kiss his cheek, "in," you kiss the other, "love," you kiss his forehead, "with," you kiss his nose, "you," you finally kiss his lips and Theo melts.

You pull back and look at his blushing face. "Oh!" You just remember your camera and reach over to grab it.

You pull the printed picture from the top and look at the developed photograph. "Look how beautiful you are," you turn the picture to him.

He takes it from your hands and brings it closer to his face. Even he could see the lovestruck look on his face as he admires you from your lap.

"Lets caption it," you say.

"I think you should write, 'first kiss and love confessions'," Theo tilts his head.

"That's perfect," you smile.

"Not as perfect as you, darling," he winks.

You playfully push his shoulder, "I never took you as a sappy one."

He dramatically places a hand over his heart, "Oh how you wound me."

"Will a kiss make you better?" you ask with a glint in your eyes.

"I believe it will, sweetheart."

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