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godlizzza · 8 months

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stop me if this is too angsty but. in couple down the street vers. how would dan respond to herbs untimely (and unreversible) death? or vice versa if you think that's more interesting. (unreversible can mean that the reagent fails or the body is damaged beyond use or whatever else you can think of). if you don't wanna write something that sad, how would they manage in the long-term if one of them underwent a successful reanimation?

There had been a time when Herbert had never dreamed he would share a bed with someone. Sleep was already something he abhorred- such a damnable wasted of time that could be better spent elsewhere. The thought of being at his most vulnerable and having another person there for extended hours had made him want to gag.

But that was before Dan.

After fifteen years of marriage, he had grown accustomed to the reassuring weight of Dan's body dipping the mattress, his warmth seeping into Herbert while they peacefully slept in each other's arms.

Now, he felt the absence of it like a severed limb. Their bed seemed impossibly huge without Dan there beside him, the sheets a stiff glacial face without Dan there to warm them. Herbert always found himself waking to find his arm stretched out across the mattress, as though seeking out something that wasn't there. Every day was a numbing blow as he remembered and it crashed down on him all over again.

He had rarely slept in the two weeks since it had happened. It had been years since he'd used the re-agent as a stimulant, but without Dan's disapproving glare to convince him otherwise, it was easy to forgo climbing into his marital bed alone and letting vicious nightmares take him. Besides, he needed the nights to think.

The mornings were the hardest, not just because of waking up alone or going through the motions of getting ready for work when he had no desire to go, but because of the oppressive silence. Usually, Dan's voice would be in his ear, mumbling a sleepy, "Good morning," followed by a kiss. He'd be the one chatting away as he made coffee, cracking awful jokes to try and get Herbert to smile. He always did, much to his annoyance and Dan's delight.

But now Dan's voice was gone, and with it any chance of cheer at a new day. Herbert was left to sit at the cold marble counter alone, forcing himself to eat. He had no appetite but knew he would be useless if he collapsed from lack of energy. A few times he'd tried playing music from the radio but it was no better. Every song reminded him of Dan- a song he liked, a song he'd sing in the car or in the shower, a song he'd play in the operating room and bounce his eyebrows to as he cut into flesh. On one occasion the radio had had the audacity to play Islands in the Stream, causing Herbert to wordlessly cross the room and smash the radio against the hardwood floor.

The days were long. The nights longer. Their house felt like a prison, trapped with memories that threatened to drown Herbert in despair. Herbert had never realised until then his reason for living could be taken away from him. That every breath he drew was in service of being with Dan, and without him there it was a chore to remember.

Life was tedious and pointless, all the daily motions dragging at his feet. He often felt the desire to simply fall to the floor and never get up again. But he couldn't do that. If he did, then Dan would truly be lost to him forever.

It was some weeks after the incident when a knock came at the door, startling Herbert out of the mountain of notes he'd been scribbling. He stood gingerly, his knees and back cracking from being sat, stooped over, for so long. He stepped around the piles of papers he'd haphazardly stacked around the living room and made his way to the front door. He peered through the peephole and sighed when he saw who it was.

"Piper," was all he said when he opened the door on his young protégée.

Piper's huge eyes stared up at him from beneath her fringe of blonde hair. Her chin was bowed to her chest and her hands were clasped tightly in front of her. She looked like a child wearily preparing for a scolding.

"Hi, Dr. West," she said nervously. "Um, how are you?"

Herbert stared at her without blinking. "How do you think?"

Piper flinched though he'd put no venom into the words. "Um...terrible?"

"Correct," he answered and stepped aside. "Come in."

She did and he shut the door behind her. She glanced slowly around the house and Herbert could only imagine how it- and he- must have looked to her. Dan had always insisted on keeping the house clean, but Herbert hadn't been able to muster up the motivation on his own, especially when he was in the middle of something far more important. This disregard for appearances extended to himself as well. He hadn't shaved in weeks, causing his jaw to be speckled with growing stubble. His use of the re-agent as a means of not sleeping had left his skin with an odd, waxy pallor and deep shadows beneath his eyes. It had been days since he'd last showered or brushed his teeth, and he'd been practically living in Dan's old Red Sox jersey.

"What is all of this?" Piper asked, picking up one of the many papers lining the living room and kitchen.

Herbert watched her as she read. She seemed to grow taller every time Herbert saw her. It had been a few years since he'd taken her under his wing, nursing her mind to be capable of things girls her age couldn't even comprehend. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, tucked behind her ears and revealing two sparkling studs in her earlobes. Her body had been stretched taught, her wrists and ankles rail-thin with her latest growth spurt. The sparkly pink unicorn t-shirts and frilly skirts she once wore were replaced with a knitted sweater and denim shorts. She was growing, Herbert realised. Getting older. Soon she would be in middle school.

"Dr. West..."

Her voice was uncertain as she turned back around to face him, her eyebrows knitted with concern. She glanced from the paper in her hands and back up to him before swallowing. "This is- This sounds like a theory to-?"

"Come with me," Herbert told her, instantly starting down the hall. "I have something to show you."

It was a moment before he heard her tentative footsteps following him. When they reached the door leading down to the basement, he whirled on her.

"You haven't told your parents anything about what happened, have you?" he demanded.

"N-No," she stuttered, her shoulders locked up around her ears. "I haven't told anyone, just like you said."

Herbert released a breath, his hand paused on the doorknob. "Good. We can't let anyone know. That would...complicate things."

"But, Dr. West, why? I still don't understand why."

"In a moment you will," Herbert promised and opened the door.

He descended into the misty green glow of the lab, followed by Piper. Once inside, he stepped over to the operating table. He'd placed a billowing white sheet over it, covering the contents beneath. When he turned to face Piper again the girl's eyes were locked onto the lumpy shape under the sheet.

"Piper," he began. "I should apologise to you. The past few weeks have probably been quite confusing for you."

She looked at him with watery eyes, her mouth pressed into a thin, straight line to fight the wobbles in her lip. She had been with him when the re-animation had gone wrong. It was a blur in his mind still, only snatches of memory from that cursed night invading his dreams. But he perfectly remembered the lab in a complete mess, the cadaver's face crushed in by the shovel in his hand, and Dan. Dan lying in the middle of the floor, his body something out of a horror.

Herbert had sworn Piper to secrecy before sending her away, screaming at her to get out. She hadn't returned since, perhaps waiting for Herbert to reach out to her first or even assuming that her apprenticeship was over.

"I'm sorry," she whispered now. "It was all my fault. If Dr. Cain hadn't been trying to protect me, he wouldn't have-"

"Shh," Herbert hissed, and she clamped her mouth shut. "None of that matters now. What matters is me knowing if I can depend on your help."

"Of course," Piper rushed to say. "But with what?"

"With this," Herbert said and pulled the sheet to flutter to the floor.

Piper sucked in a horrified gasp. On the cold slab lay Dan's remains. Herbert had done his best to repair what damage he could; he'd sewn up the gashes along his chest and stomach, he'd reattached Dan's jaw and stitched the skin along his throat back together, and cleaned all the blood (some his own, some not) that had been sprayed across him. There was little he could do about the arm and leg that had been ripped off. The limbs had been destroyed in the struggle, so Herbert had had to settle on pinching off the exposed arteries and veins, leaving the bone protruding from his shoulder and the stump of his thigh on display.

From the neck down, he was a mangled mess, but if Herbert concentrated on his face, he could imagine he was just asleep. That's all it really was anyway, Herbert thought as he stroked Dan's cheek. A long sleep. A coma. One he would wake up from with a little help.

"I- What is-?" Piper fumbled to say, seemingly unable to rip her eyes away from Dan.

Herbert placed two soft kisses over Dan's closed eyelids before straightening up. He ran his thumb along the inside of his fingers, brushing where his and Dan's wedding rings were stacked above his knuckle.

"We're going to bring him back," Herbert told Piper.

Her eyes finally bounced to him, wide and wild. "But that's impossible. His body's too damaged. Besides, he's been dead for too long."

Herbert didn't wince at the word dead. He had long ago learnt that death was not the end, merely a state of being. One that was difficult to come back from, but not impossible.

"I applied a balm to him. It's something Dan tinkered with for quite some time but the end product is remarkable. It'll keep his body from decaying and give us time to find him the parts he needs."

"But Dr. West," Piper stammered. "We've never done anything like this before. I mean, building a new body?"

"Dan and I did it once, half a lifetime ago," Herbert said, his mind flashing back to that house they'd shared in Arkham and the bride they'd built there. He closed his eyes and shook away the memory of her cracked and crying voice melting along with the rest of her. He blinked and focused on Dan's serene face. "With all the knowledge we've gained since then, it'll be simple."

"But his injuries," Piper tried to argue. "His heart was torn."

"And can be easily replaced," Herbert snapped. "Along with the rest. It's his brain that's important. He faced minimal head trauma. A fractured skull but no damage to the brain. He'll be able to be brought back."

When Piper spoke again it was so softly, Herbert nearly didn't hear her. She was looking at the floor, away from Dan's remains, when she said, "But is that what Dr. Cain would want?"

Anger coursed through Herbert's veins, sudden and hot. He slammed his hand down on the operating table, his palm landing beside Dan's grazed ankle with a mighty slap. Piper jumped, shying away from the furious look Herbert turned on her.

"Don't you tell me what he would want!" he yelled, his voice cracking and straining after weeks of silence. "I know him more than you could ever hope to. Everything in this world, we've experienced together. He was mine. You hear me? Mine and no one else's. So don't you dare tell me what he would want." His breath rasped out of him as Piper hid her face in her hands. "What he wants," he corrected.

He blinked and shook his head against the black spots dotting his vision. He'd been awake nearly fifty-two hours and his mind was beginning to slip. He had to grip the edge of the table for a minute, the cold metal biting into his fingertips, before the world swam back into focus and he straightened himself up. He turned once more to Piper, who was watching him from between her fingers.

"Piper," he tried again. "You know, Dan never wanted to take you on. He thought bringing a child into our work was a terrible idea. But he did it anyway, because he had faith in me and I had that same faith in you." He pursed his lips as he considered her. "Are you going to tell me now that that faith was misplaced?"

"No!" Piper cried out, letting go of her face to clamber forward and throw her arms around Herbert. She buried her face in his shoulder, squeezing him tight with her skinny arms. "I'm sorry, Dr. West. You can count on me."

Herbert smiled down at her and patted the top of her head soothingly. She had a brilliant mind for her age, but she was also crushingly predictable. She could hold the secrets of life and death in her hands, but she would also always be a little girl, seeking approval and praise from him.

"I hope so," he said. "I need you, Piper. Dan needs you. He needs both of us."

She tipped her head up to sniffle at him, her eyes red and puffy with tears. "I wanna help."

"Good," Herbert said softly.

Piper released him and stepped back, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. "But how? Where are we gonna find new parts for him?"

"Where do you think?"

He swept away from her, approaching the double-door steel freezer shoved against the far wall. He opened one door and reached inside the waft of cool air that hit him until he found what he was looking for and extracted it. He turned, the metal bowl filled with ice cupped neatly in his hands, and showed Piper his prize. She didn't gasp this time as she looked upon the perfectly preserved foot, sawed off at the ankle.

"A foot," she said simply, staring as Herbert slipped on a pair of gloves and placed the foot on the operating table, next to Dan's other foot.

"Yes," Herbert agreed. "A size eleven. It belonged to a thirty-nine-year-old male. A near-perfect fit."

"You got it from the hospital?" Piper inquired, squatting down to blink at the pale soles.

"I did," Herbert said. "The man was brought in with a compound fracture to the tibia he suffered during a multiple-collision car accident. He had nerve damage all along his Achilles tendon and unfortunately, we had to amputate."

Piper frowned as she inspected the amputation site. "Really? The Achilles looks fine to me."

"That's because it is," Herbert told her sharply. "But he doesn't know that. As far as his chart is concerned, the foot was unsalvageable."

It took a moment for his meaning to sink in and her mouth fell open. "You mean you...You stole it?"

He stared at her coolly. He didn't look away, didn't falter. He let her stare into his eyes and see the resolution there. Only when he didn't immediately jump to defend himself did Piper close her mouth.

"Think of it as an organ donation." Herbert said. "Besides, it's not so bad. The amputation was below the knee. With a good prosthetic, he'll walk again." He folded his hands behind his back and rotated so he was looking down at Dan, now with one piece closer to being whole again. "I couldn't take the rest of his leg. He was too short. I won't have Dan coming back as some malformed thing. It has to be perfect. You need to understand, Piper, that this isn't some foolish game. This is the most important thing you or I will ever do."

She stepped up to his side and he glanced down at her. Her gaze was fixed on the foot, exactly the same length as Dan's.

"You'll have to do things you may not want to do," he said, making his voice softer now. "Do you understand?"

She nodded mutely and reached out to grasp his hand. He gripped her hand in return.

"To help Dr. Cain," she said in an odd tone, and Herbert nodded.

"That's right. We have to do everything in our power to help him, then everything can go back to the way it was before."

"Right," Piper said shakily, rapidly blinking her lashes.

"And we'll have to work quickly as well. I wrote into the hospital on Dan's computer, telling them he's suffered a death in the family. They've put him on compassionate leave, but that'll only last so long. It's only a matter of time before someone realises he's gone, and then suspicion will automatically fall on me." He glanced down at their matching wedding rings on his finger and sighed. "It's always the husband."

"Don't worry, Dr. West," Piper said, staring up at him with an expression of determination fixed on her face. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. And we'll fix Dr. Cain."

Herbert smiled for the first time in weeks. It wasn't the same smile that Dan would draw out of him but it was a smile, nonetheless.

"Yes, we will," he said.

He looked at Dan, his husband, his partner in life and death, and felt his resolve steel. Their time on this Earth wasn't over yet. 'Til death do we part, they had said to each other fifteen years ago, but Herbert supposed he had lied. He wasn't going to let an insignificant thing like death come between them.

"I know it."

#this got real long phew #i did enjoy a foray into angst #basically i think if dan died herbert would go full mr freeze/hawk moth and preserve his body in his evil lair #i almost wrote this from dans pov with herbert being the one who died #both would be intense tbh #also this is NOT tcdts canon just to be clear haha #dan is fine #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #piper skrelpton #the couple down the street #my fics #asks #writing prompt #ANGST.

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kyberconfessions · 1 year

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A/N: Hey guys, I've got no excuse, life happened and shit happened and I lost some dear people. Hopefully I can make it up to you in more chapters. New Moodboard art by the wonderful Saradika. As always, this is a 18+ older fic and deals with anxiety, death, sex, PTSD, murder, loss, found family, Order 66, and coming to terms. This is not just a fluff fic. It will very much be dealing with very dark and hard themes, so please, if that is something that can be too hard for you, don’t read. Pairings: Rex x Reader x Cody (polyamory) I should say this is NOT a Rex x Cody fic. There will be ZERO Clonecest on this blog or story. Reader is a consensual relationship with Rex and with Cody. Yes they share, yes they will eventually have sex together, but Cody and Rex are NOT in a relationship nor will they be intimate. TW: Death, Murder, infanticide, death of the Jedi, PTSD, Loss, Anxiety, eating disorders, sleep disorders, Order 66, sex, m/f, PiV angst, but ends in fluff. I will add other things as I think about them

No Matter Where You Go, I Will Find You.

Part 6 - Confessions

You laid in your bunk, half curled up against Rex's side, half laying on top of him, basking in the afterglow. The small bed was not quite big enough, but neither of you complained, content to be as close as you could be.

It was dark inside, the few dim colored lights flickered, casting soft shadows onto his skin.

You could hear the rumble of your ship's engine, low and soft against the vast emptiness of space, and the quiet beeping from your mousedroid, already in stasis. The others had gone planetside, but you and Rex chose to stay up in the thermosphere, wanting some precious time alone.

The recycled air blew on you and him, causing goosebumps to rise on his shoulders, but he didn't say anything in discomfort, too lost in you.

Rex lazily ran his fingers up and down your shoulder and arm while you pushed your face farther into his neck, arm thrown across his barrel chest.

"Rex?" You whispered against his skin, sleep prevalent in your voice. He hummed in question and bent his head down to kiss your crown.

"Is this a dream?"

You felt him stiffen at your words before both of his arms came to grip you tight. He held you against him for a few moments, content to hold you as close as he could.

You sunk in closer to him, reveling in the contact. It had been so long, so very long. And you never wanted to lose this. Neither did he.

"Cyare, if it is, I'm never waking up."

You smiled, placing small, sleepy kisses on his skin.

"I missed you so much, Rex. I never thought...I never thought I'd ever see you again. I thought I lost you like...like..." You couldn’t bring yourself to say Cody’s name. Thoughts of him started playing in your mind, memories of his kiss, his laugh, his touch; but then your treacherous mind brought up the memory of him ordering your death and how cold and heartless he sounded as he tried to kill you.

You rolled over slowly and rubbed your eyes, waking a bit before sitting up. The happiness you had from earlier suddenly turns to melancholy - thick and sticky in your throat; you move away from him, trying to force yourself to not go to those dark places. Your knees come up to your chest and you lean against them, head in your hands, fingers tangled in your hair. You try to remember your meditations, try to ground yourself in your breathing to let this moment of fear pass.

Rex, unsure what caused the change, sits up as well, back against the small wall and head ducked so he didn't hit the ceiling and your little trinkets.

"Talk to me, Jed'ika. Don't block me out.'

He leans forward to put a tentative kiss on your shoulder, before rubbing his hand up and down your back. It's an awkward position, the bed and cubby much too small for him, but he doesn't mind.

You're quiet. A moment passes, and then another, and he feels small tremors in your shoulders, letting him know you've started crying.

He sighs through his nose, eyes full of concern. He hates that he can’t comfort you now like he used too. When you got like this, it wasn’t uncommon for him and Cody to just hold you at night. You had done the same for them countless times.

Softly he whispers your name and tries to bring you back to reality.

"Sweetheart, please, talk to me. Don't go where I can't follow."

"I went to Mandalore." You whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear, but he did.

Rex felt the blood drain from his face and his stomach drop. His hand fell away from you, unsure of what he should do now.

"I went there to look for you. After...after Master Kenobi and I went to the temple. After we escaped. After he...after he tried to stop that...monster, that thing, that took Anakin, that killed him, on Mustafar. I went there and searched for you. I searched for all of you. I knew it'd get me killed, but I had to see you, just once more, even if you were the one who killed me. I looked everywhere. But it was just....it was ash. And dust. And blood. But there was no sign of you, of Jesse, of Ahsoka, of any 501st soldier. You were all gone. And I couldn't find you. And I couldn't find Cody. And then I couldn't find anyone in the Force. They were all gone, everyone, just gone. I was alone. I was so alone. And Hondo, he tried to help, he did, he tried so hard, but I didn't, I didn't know what to do, Obi-Wan was gone, Ahsoka was gone, everyone was gone and Maker Rex, there was so much blood. Everywhere I went there was blood. So, so much blood and death in the Temple, in the halls, in the rooms, bodies everywhere, my friends, my family, they were all dead, strewn across the grounds like they were garbage, bodies of, of, of younglings!

"Younglings, Rex, they, they, they were just slaughtered like, like animals, scattered in the council chamber, and the Halls of Healing...I can still smell it, I can still smell that burning, fetid, sweet stench... and The Corrie, oh Maker the Corrie...they locked it up, Rex, they locked it up and, and, and burned it down. Everything that was important or precious to The Order was burned. Everything was destroyed. And the Clones, it wasn’t their fault, it wasn’t them, they never would have done this, but it happened and we were hunted down like wild animals by men we trusted; Fox he, he killed so many of us and he loved it, he laughed, Rex, he laughed and he was my friend....and Padme, gods she tried, she tried Rex and ...she...she died...in, in, in my…"

You were sobbing out, choking on your words and breaths, crying at the memories you endured... Finally, you swallowed down a deep, shuddering breath, cutting off your ramblings.

When you closed your eyes, you could see Padme’s face, so serene in death after struggling to birth her children. You pushed the heels of your hands into your eyes, pushing in hard until little bursts of light lit up the darkness, trying to stop the memories. But you could still feel the weight of her lifeless body in your arms. You could see the bloodied corpses littering the floors of the temple; children, friends, teachers, people you knew and loved.

You could see Anakin, still just as handsome as always, but those horrific, yellow eyes that now haunt your nightmares, glowing; that evil that had taken over, clawing at you. You could see him slaughtering the younglings hiding in the Council Chamber, scared and crying, praying for a Master to save them. You could feel the heat of Mustafar and hear him screaming his hatred at Obi-Wan and could smell the putrid, burning flesh of his body as you helped your broken Master up the rocky incline.

And you could see Cody, see him smiling at you, full of love and happiness, hear him whispering his love to you as he handed Obi-Wan his saber with a laugh and you could feel his hands on you as he helped you up onto the varactyl.

You could hear him give the order to shoot you down.

The blanket that pooled in your lap had a growing wet spot from the tears that slipped around the heels of your hands. You took a moment, fingers digging into your hairline and scratching hard, hoping the pain you caused yourself would give you something to purchase on better than meditation did. You took a breath, and another, and another, swallowing down air.

"I've done things, Rex. Things I'm not proud of. Things no Jedi should ever do. I've killed people. I've slaughtered them. I'm no Jedi. Not anymore. That young girl died with Kenobi."

You fell quiet again, eyes closed and head slumped forward with your hands once again tangled in your hair, trying to control your ragged breathing and emotional spiral.

Rex reached out again, slowly, gently. He pulled his hand back for only a moment before gripping your shoulder with a firm touch and pulling you to him. He knew you better than anyone. He knew you didn't need feather-soft touches that dance on the skin. He knew you didn't need to be treated like delicate glass, you needed a firm, strong touch, something to ground you in reality. As soon as your cheek hit his shoulder, you crumbled into sobs, horrible, open-mouthed cries that threw spit and tears all over his tanned skin. He pulled you closer and positioned you to sit in his lap, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other with his hand on your head.

Gently he rocked you, humming some nonsense tune that he made up on the spot. He held you as you cried. Everything you had held in since that night came rushing back. Everything you stopped yourself from feeling as you watched your Master grow smaller and every nightmare you had where you felt Cody fire at you to kill you, everything came out. And Rex was there to hold you through it.

“I have you, sweetheart. I have you.”

#Rex x Reader #Cody x Reader #Rex x reader x Cody #Rebels!Rex x Reader #Rebels #ExJedi!Reader #Clone Wars #Hondo X Reader Platonic #Hondo #X Platonic!Reader #Dad!Obi-Wan x Padawan!Reader #Obi-Wan x Reader Platonic #Polyamory #angst.#lots and lots of angst

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lil-glitch · 2 years

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let’s hold hands and lay under the sky, and when we see a shooting star i’ll wish for this moment to never end.

#love poem #angst.#poetry #short poem #feelings #heartache #heart #i love her #original poetry #poems and poetry

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gallavichfanficlibrary · 1 year

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two paper airplanes

Author: andchaos

Rating: Teen

Status: Completed, December 2014

Words: 4,587

Summary: Ian hates the holidays. Mickey makes it a personal mission to cheer him up.

Tags: Christmas, Canon Compliant, Bipolar Disorder, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Fluff

A story about Mickey preparing for Christmas with the Gallaghers for the first time, finding out what Monica did and how it affected Ian’s perception of holidays. There’s both angst and fluff in this fic. Always love a story that showcases how much understanding there is between Ian and Mickey, even if they’re both not good at talking about it.

Read it here x

#canon compliant #bipolar disorder #tw self harm #andchaos #mickey and the gallaghers #christmas #fluff #Angst.#under 5k #one shot

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plasma-studios · 10 months

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hey what if i wrote a oneshot about ink dying.

#yknow. just.#angst.#ink sans #idk just feeling it.#WAIT THAT SOUNDS SAD #guys i swear im doing fine #i just wanna write the sweet inevitability #i think it'd be pretty neat.#utmv

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fleurmatisse · 5 months

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see in the post-trimax fic im not writing vash keeps dreaming of wolfwood but he won’t say his name. it’s just him. and it’s hard to look at him, because he looks so alive, and vash can’t touch him. there’s no rule against it; he hasn’t tried to do it. but he can’t touch him because then he’d know whether it’s real or not, whether he’s real or not, whether vash is just dreaming or if it’s something else. because he thinks it would kill him either way.

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ghosty-0w0 · 4 months

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Pssst, psst, it's me, someone you never spoke to before.

Can you draw tot leo and donnie lost in the sewers?

*cackles internally*

I need turtle angst please!

this sounds like @averagetmntfan ngl-

(if it’s not once again bad at guessing)

BUT SURE I WILL DO THAT >:)))

#ghosty asks #hehehehe #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ANGST.

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fangirlingindefinitely · 2 years

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Lost Ones (I drew this and I like it!)

KENOBI SPOILERS:

What do y’all think of the theory that Reva was one of the younglings in the opening scene? I think it makes a lot of sense and fits with what we know about the Inquisitors. I also like it cuz it means a complicated, angsty, badass Black woman in a major role.

#kenobi series #reva sevander #reva sevander fanart #Kenobi series fanart #third sister #third sister inquisitor #third sister fanart #Star Wars #Star Wars fanart #fanart #inquisitorius #kenobi theories #Star Wars theory #fan theory #angst.#angsty art #reva star wars

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venusbby · 1 year

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bro said ansgt

OH MY FNGOGODDDD MY DAY JUST STARTED AND GUYS LOOK at ELLIE SHE'S ALREADY COMING AT MEEHSBJDNSKK

#not my fault i cant spell ansgt #ansgt #NAGST #nagi????#angst.#got it #🤣💪💪💪🤣🤣🤣💪#val.answers.moots

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minim236 · 1 year

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all is well.

matthew, bertrand and miriam

Miriam was a beautiful, graceful woman with a mind quicker than most and a fire that burned those who would try to harm her. She cared so much for those she treated as a physician but was one of the best hunters he had ever known.

@dreamofme9 @spitefularmand @matthewsblue

Matthew was never one to want something that belonged to someone else. It was cruel and selfish. Then he became a creature of blood and war and he found wanting was a need to survive.

A complex, fascinating woman.

Miriam was the same as him, but not him. Something more than him. What he hid, she embraced. She enjoyed the fear in the eyes of mortals who had an inkling about what they were.

But she did belong to someone else. Bertrand.

She belonged to the one person who saved him from himself. His brother. This was not like how Baldwin and Godfrey could sleep with the same women and laugh about it later, like the rouges they are. This was him falling in love with a married woman.

"Matthieu."

He turned around, pulled from his thoughts. He realised he had still been sanding down the same slate of oak.

Miriam was standing there. She was wearing a deep red dress with gold embroidery, her red cape over her shoulders. She offered him a smile, kind as she always was to him.

"Miriam." He greeted evenly, "Bertrand is meeting with Baldwin."

"I know. I just was just with them. I care little for their war games at the moment," Miriam said, "I wished to see you."

He smiled at her, "How are you? How was Morocco and Lalla?"

"She is well. Still incredibly tender, but I believe time shall fix that." Miriam said, "How are you?"

"Trying to create new chairs." He held up the now sharpened piece of wood, "My thoughts have appeared to run away from me."

She smiled, "One could perhaps use that as an instrument for surgery. It shall be just as helpful as the rosary."

He rolled his eyes fondly, "Heresy. May I remind you that you are in a Christian kingdom?"

"You need not remind me. I could smell the lack of cleanliness and boiled food." Miriam sighed, making him laugh.

"Matthew." She said seriously, leaning forward. She placed a hand on his arm, "I am a friend to you too. Not just because Bertrand loves you, but I love you dearly too."

He smiled weakly, ignoring the dull pain he felt at her kind words. He was an awful man and a sinner, and he would need to repent for his thoughts.

But he merely placed his hand over hers, "All is well."

#matthew x miriam #all souls trilogy #this is my new obsession #miriam shephard #matthew clairmont #bertand adow #a discovery of witches #adow au #character study #angst.#matthew and his self loathing and lust for his friend's wife #adow fic

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abnormalityjoseph · 7 months

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I Need everyone to know that seeing this chapter has devastated me and I’m remaking my Astolfo playlist

#MY FAVORITE CHARACTER GOT LORE BUT AT WHAT COST #poor Roland oh my god #I Wonder How Olivier feels about everything right now #I WANTED OLIVIER AND ROLAND TO BE LIKE ASTOLFOS PARENTAL FIGURES OR OLDER BROTHERS #BUT NO #ANGST.

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local-kitten-smut · 7 months

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(This is an angst story, I just thought of something and started writing immediately.)

(Might be triggering for people with past abuse and hallucinations)

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Your mother died giving birth to you, and that's what made your father and older brother hate you so much, Your brother is very rude to you and always hurts you. At that time you were locked up in the barn of your house which was dark and cold you were locked there for 2 days without eating or drinking you were very hungry you heard the sound of the door opening and it was your brother he threw you a plate of leftover food

"Eat this." he throws you leftover food in your face

You took the leftovers and immediately started eating. You looked so tired and malnourished.. almost like you'd die any minute. He left without saying anything and the door closed suddenly, the silence was deafening and you realized you were alone with only leftovers of food, you finished all the food in a few minutes and you still felt hungry, it hurt and you were afraid to cry or make a noise, you were afraid your brother would hurt you more if he found you crying, so you just sat quietly in the darkness and the cold. You decided to go to the second floor of the barn, where you always felt more safe and relaxed..

You slowly walked up the stairs to the second floor of the barn, the hay and the wood made it feel warmer and more comfortable, you put your head down and tried to get some sleep but the pain and the memory of your mother's death haunted you and you couldn't sleep, You lay down on the hay trying to fall asleep, you closed your eyes and waited in the dark.

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It was early morning and the sun was rising, you were still in the barn and the pain of your mother's death and your brother's abuse still hurt you but you felt a little better than yesterday, You could hear your brother walking around the barn he didn't know you were hiding in the hay in the second floor, he was walking around and talking to himself

Your brother was at the table having a meal, he looked at you surprised and was holding the knife in his hand, he looked angry and said

"What do you want now? Are you still alive? I thought you would have run away"

He seemed surprised and angry at you being alive. You were standing and looking at him in silence he was looking at you with a cold expression

Ypu looked incredibly thin, so very malnourished..

"No, still alive.."

He was still angry and said with an aggressive tone

"I thought I left you in the barn to die, you're supposed to be dead"

He was still holding the knife in his hand as if he was thinking about hurting you

"Just kill me already.. please.. I'm tired of this shit! If I'm just gonna stay locked up here without food or water, why not just kill me?!" You yelled with tears in your eyes. He had a dark expression on his face, and he said in a terrifying voice:

"If you keep talking like that, I'll make your death painful"

The knife in his hand was shaking. He looked like he couldn't control his anger and hatred towards you. You were terrified and afraid to say something else. "Give me the knife, I'll do it myself.."

He was shocked when you said that. He looked at you and said with a shocked tone,

"what?! Do what?!"

"Kill myself! I'm tired of living like this! If you won't kill me, then I will!" He looked at you, his eyes looked scared and also sad even if his angry expression and the knife said otherwise you could see a glimpse of sadness and fear in his eyes. He stood in silence for what could have been a couple of minutes he was looking at you in the eyes, and at the knife in his hand, he didn't know what to do. "Please just end my suffering already..." Your tone was sad.. and weak.. Your sadness, tiredness, and weak tone made him have even more doubt if he should do what he originally wanted. You were just a kid. What if he was going too far...

He stood still in silence, breathing heavily and trying to decide what to do. His anger was mixed with another emotion, which made him think again about his decision...

He took a breath, looked straight in your eyes, and said in a soft tone,

"You shouldn't say those things, you shouldn't even think about ending your own life, you are still young and your life is in your hands"

He put the knife on the table as a signal that he won't do anything, and then he sighed, and he was standing still and silent again as if he didn't know how to handle this situation

"Then stop torturing me.. if you don't want me to be suicidal, don't make me like this.." He was in silence again, your words seemed to hit him, he started to think again if he was really that bad of a brother, he looked at you and you could almost see regret in his face, he said

"It's all my fault... I shouldn't have been so bad to you"

And he stayed silent, waiting for your next word

"Stop torturing me.. please.." He stood still in silence again. He was so lost in his thoughts even if he was still looking at you, and then he said

"I'm so sorry I tortured you and made your life hell"

He kept looking at the table, still feeling regret about his wrong decisions

"You don't deserve this... I'm really sorry"

He finally looked up from the table to your eyes and looked at you with regret

You started looking even weaker than you were before.. where you about to pass out or something? He wondered, You looked even weaker than before, and you looked as if you were about to pass out. Your brother could see you were in a critical situation, and he said

"You look so weak, you've been locked without food and water for days... I shouldn't have done that"

He was regretting and remembering what he did to you and how that made you weak and tired.

You nodded and fell to the ground, finally passing out. Your brother came to you quickly looking even more worried, he picked you up in his arms, he was shocked about what he did to you that made you in this situation he said while carrying you "oh god... what have I done? " You were so thin and weightless.. what had he done to you.. He was carrying you and looking at you with panic, "You're so thin..." You looked weak and exhausted. He was looking at your whole body and the marks that his abuse made on you. He felt even more guilt as he saw the consequences of his actions. Tears fell from your eyes.. some of your tears blended with the stains of blood on your face.. "Oh god..."

You were really in a bad shape, he put you on the couch and put a blanket on you, he was watching you carefully and was shocked about your situation he said in a worried tone

"What have I..."

He was speechless thinking about what he did to you

You were passed out and crying.. had you bottled it up so much that you cry when you're unconscious? He was watching you as tears streamed down your face, he had never seen you cry in that situation and he felt his heart breaking, he felt pity towards you for the first time he looked at you with a sad and guilty expression as he tried to wake you up

"Wake up... please. " He was shaking you gently, trying to wake you up from your unconscious state

You started to wake up slightly and slowly open your eyes

You slightly opened your eyes.. you still looked so tired.. exhausted.. malnourished... hurt.. He immediately started crying when he saw your eyes open. He looked at you with lots of tears in his eyes as he said,

"Oh my god... you're still awake? I'm so sorry I treated you like that I can't believe I hurt you so badly..."

You were breathing slowly "you know I've always loved you, right...?" He heard your words and he cried even more, he still had tears in his eyes, he was looking at you while hugging you and he said

"I knew it... all this time, you loved me, and I treated you like that?"

He was crying even more, and he said,

"I can't believe it... I can't believe I hurt you when you really loved me... please forgive me"

"I forgave you a long time ago.. forgiveness is given, trust is earned.."

His voice was breaking, and his tears kept going as he looked at you guilty and sad.

He didn't expect you to say that. He was shocked at you forgiving him that long ago, and he stopped crying for a few seconds, and he said.

"What? Forgive me? A long time ago? Did you... forgive me when I was abusing you?"

He looked at you surprised, you have always been loving and forgiving to him it seemed

"Yeah..."

He was shocked and couldn't believe your words that you forgave him

"Why? Why would you forgive me? I hurt you so much... didn't I?"

He said with a sad tone

"Why were you so forgiving? Didn't I make your life a living hell?"

"You did.. you really did.. but.. your my brother.. I can't hate my brother.." He took his time to think about your words, he couldn't believe that you didn't hate him, he was hurting you so much so he thought it was impossible not to hate him

"Oh god..."

He said with tears in his eyes

"Please... don't lie to me, I hurt you so much... don't tell me you forgave me all this time just because I'm your brother... don't lie to me please?"

"I cant hate my family no matter what they do.. its not in my blood to hate, only love and forgive.."

He was hearing your words slowly. He could see some signs of forgiveness and love in you, which made him think you were telling the truth. He looked at you still with tears in his eyes, but he said.

"I know you love me... but do you still love me after everything I did?"

He was crying and trying to understand your feelings towards him

"Mhm.. I love you, brother.." He heard your words, and he continued crying as he hugged you and said

"You... really do still love me? You don't lie to me? I mean... I can't believe it... after everything I did you... still love me?"

"Your family.. family don't hate each other.." He kept hugging you and crying while saying

"You... really love me? This is the first time I hear you saying words like this to me... I have always been a jerk and a bad brother, why do you love me? "

He couldn't believe his ears. You were always loving and forgiving, and now you were also saying you love him

He was still crying and was amazed at how forgiving and lovely you were to him

"Mhm.. I love everyone.. everything.. I forgive easily.. I dont hold grudges.. I dont think people deserve to die.. many would call me a Saint for that, I say it's how it's supposed to be.." He was still crying and hugging you. His heart started to break from all these words you told him. He never imagined being loved by someone even if he hurt them deeply

"You... love everyone even if they hurt you badly?"

He was overwhelmed by all these things you told him. It seemed unbelievable to him that you still loved and forgave him after he made your life a living hell

"Oh god... I.... I can't believe you still love me... I-I really... it was a miracle you even survived my abuse... and you still loved me"

He was still crying, but he was hugging you tightly and looking straight at you with his eyes being watery

"Survived?.. no, brother.. your hallucinating again.. you killed me, remember? Four months ago.. August 23rd.. 5.26pm.. im not real. " He started to shake, and he was speechless as he heard your words. All these times, he was talking and hugging nothing? He was hallucinating about what was happening. He was in shock

"Oh... my god... you're not real?"

He was shaking in terror and was staring at you, afraid of you. He felt his heart sinking and breaking, realizing he wasn't hugging anyone

"No.. its the same every day, you come here to eat, I walk down from the second floor and tell you everything I wanted to say before I died.. every day is a repeating day of August 23rd, 5pm to 6pm.."

"Oh... my god... I have been hallucinating this whole time? And..."

He was trying to process everything you were telling him

"But... I was talking to you? I hugged you... and you hugged me back? I... I saw it, I had conversations, you smiled at me..."

"Wake up, brother.." You smiled as you vanished into nothing.. he looked around and realized you weren't joking.. He looked around, trying to find you there, but nothing, you disappeared. He was shocked you were actually not real, the conversations and affection he was giving you were hallucinations, he never actually hugged you it was all his imagination, he was standing in the same spot looking at the air

"No... no... no... no" He was in a state of shock

"You're not real?... I... I was hallucinating?... Everything?"

"Wake up, brother.." You smiled as you vanished into nothing.. he looked around and realized you weren't joking..

He looked like he was losing his mind while still processing everything

He was so shocked and in denial about what you told him

he looked down and saw it.. your dead body lying just by his feet..

#angst.#sad #angst #emotional abuse #abuse #child abuse #hallucinations

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