since Ro can hear ppls heartbeat do you think that when keefe and her moved in with cassius for the first time she could hear his heart beating loudly whenever cassius raised his voice, or came close to him, or was hostile in any way and slowly realised that this kid was abused?
The potential angst that Sophie and co defeating the neverseen brings because yes finally they don’t have people trying to kill them or others and they finally get a break and that feels wonderful for a few days but then
What do they do now
For the last at least 4 years everyday has been about it
I mean Sophie doesn’t know a lost cites that doesn’t involve her having to risk her life all the time
What are they even if not fighting the force to be reckoned with
And now people are looking up to them
They saved so many lives
But it doesn’t feel that way
And they can’t help but feel guilty that in some twisted way they miss the chaos
It’s all they know
And they’ll always be special
Put on this pedestal
Of saviors, of heros
But now they have to go back to being semi regular kids
And people will move on
The neverseen is gone and people have lives to live
But this group, these kids are traumatized
And no one understands
They can’t
And now these kids are supposed to move on with the others
But some part of them will always be back at those memories that will haunt them for the rest of there infinite lives
Angsty Biana Aesthetic because i dont want to move to a brand new city
Think my brain is rotting in places.
I think my heart is ready to die.
I think my body is falling in pieces.
I think my blood is passing me by.
But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn't know how to be alive;
I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die.
But you need your rotten heart,
Your dazzling pain like diamond rings,
You need to go to war to find material to sing.
What strange claws are these scratching at my skin?
I never knew my killer would be coming from within.
It's so boring to not be yanking muscle off of a woman's bone.
Everybody hates the, everyone hates the un-relatable,
And I love to place two of 'em in the arena of the public's eye
And try and get 'em to fight about something dumb and we pick sides
'Cause staring at her too long made our life look like muted pastels---
We'll love you if you just make us feel better about ourselves!
Everybody supports women until a woman's doing better than you;
Everybody wants you to love yourself until you actually do.
It was something about her hair---
So perfectly fallen.
She was nice and smart and funny and got everything she wanted.
And she does charity!
Isn't that the most obnoxious thing you've heard?
Her popularity---
She's too pretty for her own good.
She's probably self-centered;
We hate her and she's nothing---
If everybody leaves her,
Then she had it coming.
// "Brand New City" by Mitski // "King" by Florence + The Machine // "Everybody Supports Women" by Sofia Isella //
wanna talk abt like keefes anger and the way he handles it
bc like there are very few instances in the series that keefe is like outwardly angry outside of his own pov. being raised in an emotionally abusive family can fuck you up real bad in the way you handle your emotions, thats without even putting into account the fact that hes an empath. like, that environment where you're constantly forced to push down any negative emotion because you know itll just make things worse for you, it can cause you to let it out in unhealthy ways, often times towards yourself.
i feel like he has so much anger and rage inside of him that he is forced to keep inside and he would rather ruin himself a hundred times over than let it out on someone he loves, and i have no doubt hes terrified of it. hes terrified of himself, of the thoughts and feelings that he has. and im trying really hard to like keep it in cannon and remember whats actually real but i know he has said that he, and i quote "has a major dark side" and that violence and blood doesnt really affect him the way that it does other elvesthe way its supposed to. some people just, are like that, they have dark, bad, violent thoughts, especially mentally ill ppl or victims of abuse. and on keefes side, his dad is a shitty abuser and his mom has killed enough people to be considered a serial killer, i dont think it would be a surprise if he himself had violent thoughts like those, thoughts and feelings that he doesnt act on but theyre still there.
idk what the point of the post is i just have thoughts that i worry are too obvious but then when i say them here ppl like them so ✨anggggsstt✨
I’ve been having them for years, ever since my telepathy was triggered when I was five but they didn’t used to be like this, the contest terror, the constant trauma being brought right back to the surface no matter how hard I try to fight it.
There not always the same, sometimes its brant’s mangled face, or a shadowed one asking me questions I’ll never be able to answer, sometimes it’s Fintain’s with screams of people and the sound of melting crystal in the background, or Gethen’s with haunts of how i’ll never been the same and an almost icey feeling of darkness seeping into my bones while watching every one love fall to the ground around me, sometimes it's a mix of all three with more tauntings,
I use to wake up from my nightmares and start to feel comfort in me old worn bed with the blankets I knew so well they had holes in them, but recently waking up I can't tell if i'm still dreaming or not,
My life is a nightmare, a living breathing nightmare that never ends.
It's not that I'm not grateful for my life, because I am but sometimes I wish I could go back to being that young four year old who didn't know what people were thinking, or what people were capable of…
Hi! I’m new, but I really love ur work! I’ve read all ur Kotlc ao3 works! But I was wondering… mind giving me some Tam angst? I seriously need it. (U don’t have too, just askin :))
mmm... Tam angst??? let me see what i can do
Tam is not... like... an emo guy. He's really just not. He got set into a role because he was a sad kid. That's it. He listens to some of the music. He wears black. But beyond that, he's really not emo. But he is sad. Of course, who wouldn't be? There are scars on the inside of him and the outside of him.
He's got thick ones around his wrists from his time with the Neverseen. Glimmer gave him those. Light burns. He could see the pain in her eyes whenever he winced. She sleeps down the hallway from him now at Tiergan's house. He pretends that he doesn't see her face in his nightmares in the mornings when he meets her on the way to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
There is a bite scar on his right forearm. It's jagged, gross, a mauling, a thick bloody bite that was cured with disinfectant and time in the middle of the woods. Linh cleaned it out with her hydrokinesis. He winced into the darkness as she used her needle and thread for mending their cloaks to stitch him back together. The medic tent had been closed that evening. Tam had gotten bit by a wild dog. Maybe it was a tame dog, really, Tam thought, as he settled down in the utter silence as Linh bandaged his arm with ripped strips of cloth in the candle light. Maybe the dog was missing from its home. Maybe he just wanted love. Linh blew out the candle in order to save the small bit they had left. Tam could not sleep that night, his arm throbbing. Maybe the dog didn't know how to love, and had bitten instead.
He has a knife scar, an arrow scar, and a lightning scar on his back. Each from a different fight. In two of them, his opponent came out of it looking worse.
He has a scar on the back of his leg. He got kicked once with iron toed boots. He doesn't like to remember who the boots belonged to. That thought hurts more than the scar he's never let heal to a light color, but has kept picking at until it's stained purple like plum juice.
He has a scar across his left eyebrow. Linh shoved him down the stairs once, and he cracked his head against the corner of the wall. She'd sobbed in front of their parents, begging them to accept her apology. He'd accepted it immediately. Their parents sent her to bed immediately, and told him to deal with the cut himself. Personally, he thought it was a rather harsh way to deal with two seven year olds.
He has a scar on his lip. Just a slight one. He can only see it if he looks at it in the right light. His mother had once nicked him with her long nails. She kept them sharp. It glowed in the moonlight, and faded in the daylight, a result of her element-infused nail polish.
That's all i got for this one! But I hope you like it!!!
honestly, Shannon just made an entire series with barely any plot and too many cliffhangers and like guinea pigs we just read it, and for that I'm proud of her
*Fitz was walking around Foxfire on a late afternoon in a mostly empty corridor from what he could see. Dark circles hung under his eyes as a replacement for the sleep he hadn't been getting lately.*
*He clutched at his chest, a wave of pain rippling through his upper body like a cyclone had attacked his nervous system. His heart hammered rapidly against his chest like it was trying to escape and he felt bile rising in his throat.*
*He coughed into his fist and leaned heavily against one of the nearby lockers for support, his head spinning. When he pulled his fist away from his face, he could see blood swirling with shadowflux speckling the edge of his long sleeved dress shirt. When he looked up from his fist, he saw a familiar strawberry blonde across the hallway.*