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#i bring  u angst
writer-room · 11 days
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Hey. The Finders have no idea that Bonzle was captured. Fritz and Spitz are still waiting, playing video games in the Monastery, for Cole to bring their sister out of hiding now that the blood moon is over. Geo is still sitting by the window, watching and waiting for a dragon on the horizon to return his kid safe and sound. Cole took a very unsure Bonzle, assured them all everything would be okay, and they'd be back soon. He promised he'd find a way to protect her.
Don't think about how they'll smile when Cole finally trudges back, happy to know he's okay. Especially don't think about the Finders stopping, looking out over the group, and how Cole can't look them in the eyes when they turn to him and ask; where's Bonzle?
#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#lego ninjago#dragons rising#bonzle#finders#cole#cole brookstone#geo#fritz#spitz#text post#angst#talk#LISTEN TO ME#COLE LOST 2 WHOLE FAMILY MEMBERS DURING THAT BLOOD MOON#HES GOING TO NOT BE OKAY!!!!!!! HES DOING SO BAD#mans is a FATHER and he PROMISED he'd keep his kid safe. he promised it to the OTHERS#and hes going to have to walk back up those steps and admit to being a LIAR and a FAILURE#hes not obviously sht just went sideways but you KNOW he blames himself#geo very worriedly stayed behind w fritz & spitz FULLY TRUSTING that cole would keep bonzle safe & bring her back#he loves him so much (in a gay way. u know it to be true) so he trusts him IMPLICITLY to keep them safe. hes done it before#can you imagine the HORROR when cole comes back and hes...alone. with no one else but the other ninja (minus 1)#geo realizing what happened before the kids. the way everything just freezes and drops. cole curled so tight in on himself#and cole cant say hes sorry because he cant even look at them. he lost family hes had for over a decade & a kid he claimed his own for year#you saw how he was w child wu. you saw how desperate he was to keep bonzle safe. AND KAI IS GONE TOO???#homeboy is having the literal worst day ever. imagine him trying to tuck fritz & spitz close while on one knee trying to explain it all#and bro jsut feels like hes literally the worst person in the world#something something 'you dont get to stay with the ninja & be happy. i tried to protect you from what hurt me as a kid'#'and instead your right in the thick of it'
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thejadecount · 5 months
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Me: Yeah I don’t cry from tragedy romance
Me after watching the end of Loki:
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jizzlords · 58 minutes
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i've been getting reminders since last night that helluva boss is coming for us. joy, right? wrong. stolas is gonna obliterate us all. rip my heart out. the full moon. and i will be clutching to ozzie for my LIFE.
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alisaint · 2 years
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eleven saying that she thinks will has a crush because he’s been acting weird and painting a lot but won’t show her anything vs him picking alan turing as his hero for a school project vs him moving away when a girl tried to play footsies with him vs him bringing his painting to the airport to see mike but chickening out vs him saying "sometimes i think it's just scary to open up like that. to say how you really feel, especially to people you care about the most, because what if... what if they don't like the truth?" vs him being pointedly so upset at mike every single time because of his relationship with eleven and how he’s been sidelined vs david and finn making so many jokes in the press run about will being very interested in someone in the group vs me walking out into the street and screaming at the top of my lungs about this to anyone in earshot
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arthurily · 14 days
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Idk what the common opinions are on this but i love morston modern au fics sooo much
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wereoz · 1 month
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reids drug addiction storyline kinda got me like this……..
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yuzurins · 2 years
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[ 11.25 pm ]
"seriously y/n, what happened to you that made you want to drink this much?" miya osamu queried as he cleaned up the mess of onigiris you made. "you always refuse whenever we go to parties."
"i got fired." you weeped, rotating your head from where it layed on your cheek to bury your nose into the table.
osamu squinted his eyes and scrunched his face up.
"nah, there's no way those idiots would fire someone as competent as you," he poked your forehead. "tell me what really happened."
abruptly lifting your head, you gave the man in front of you a pout. "can't a girl have fun for once!"
he scoffed at your childishness, yet a smile grew on his face nonetheless. "wouldn't take ya as the type to go drinkin alone though."
"no, but you're here with me, so technically i'm not alone." a serious expression showed itself as you stared at him dead in the eyes.
osamu's breathing stifled, but he tried to act unphased and conceal the flush that began to spread over his face.
because he swore he was over you.
the two of you sat in silence for a few seconds, until you burst out in laughter, making the male confused.
you smacked the table you were sitting at as you giggled uncontrollably. it was clear you had too much to drink.
osamu figured that he couldn't even begin to fathom what was going on in your mind and stayed silent, waiting for you to finish your fit of laughter.
you wiped the corners of your eyes despite no tears coming out, and sighed as you eventually calmed down.
"sorry, sorry!" you smiled. "i was just reminiscing about some stuff, that's all."
"care to share what got you laughing so hard?" he snickered, walking over to open a cabinet near the back.
"i was just thinking about how i used to have a fat crush on you back in highschool."
osamu's whole body stiffened.
he freezes, unable to control his body as he wants, causing him to drop the cup of water he wanted to give you.
thank god he wasn't facing you, because he could feel his face overheating to the point where one could mistake that he had a fever.
"'samu? is everything alright over there?"
your voice became muffled, barely audible as osamu breathed heavily, subconsciously tuning out his surroundings as he did so.
the fact that you could admit something so casually was enough to shatter his heart into a thousand pieces.
and to make it worse, it felt like you stepped on those thousand pieces of his heart as he recalled how hard you had laughed from it aswell. it didn't help that you were drunk.
it was obvious that you moved on.
no, of course it was.
so why— why was osamu holding on to that tiny spark of hope that you actually felt something towards him?
it was wrong. it was so wrong.
since you had a boyfriend, and he was just a close friend.
and maybe it wasn't until you admitted to liking him in the past tense that his mind finally pieced together that information.
perhaps the realization just hit him too hard.
the ring of the bell that then came from the door felt like a big punch to the face.
"y/n— y/n! i've been looking all over for you!" a painfully familiar voice called, subtly panting as a sign of exhaustion.
both you and osamu turned your heads over to the source of the sound, but two different reactions adorned your faces as the person approached closer.
your eyes lit up, endearment enveloping your features as you stopped slouching and sat up in your seat. whereas osamu felt his breathing become even more unstable and narrowed his shoulders, attempting to hide his prescence by shrinking his body.
"tsumie!" you squealed at the sight of the blonde.
the perfect fuel to the fire that was burning inside of osamu.
the person who had shown up was miya atsumu.
osamu's twin brother, who just happened to be,
your boyfriend.
it may be that the reason behind why osamu held onto that aspiration was because you were dating someone who looked just like him. it was rude to assume that you were just into someone's looks, but was it really a coincidence that you went from liking him to liking his brother?
what he never will know is what went on behind the scenes between you two, as he never bothered to ask how the two of you got together to save himself the heartache.
osamu decided not to dwell on this matter.
for it was already too late to change anything.
sighing quietly to himself, he picked up the cup that he had dropped earlier and turned back around to face the two of you.
you were resting your head on the shoulder of a pouting atsumu.
"c'mon 'tsumuuu," you dragged the ending of his childhood nickname. "don't be mad, i just went out drinking once! plus, 'samu is here, so it's not like i would get myself into anything dangerous!"
atsumu acknowledged your argument, but felt as though he couldn't back down just yet. he scoffed and turned his head away. "who wouldn't be mad when their girlfriend runs away from practice without notice, and won't pick up their phone either!"
a matching pout grew on your face as you snuggled your face further into his shoulder. "well," you hummed. "you said 'samu was lonely! so i thought i'd come visit him and do something funny to make him laugh a bit, since he's always helping us."
cautiously taking a glance over at you, atsumu found himself giving into your puppy eyes as he did every other day. he took his arms out of the crossed position they were in, pinched both your cheeks and started playing around with them. no words were spoken, yet the message he was trying to convey was clearer than day.
it was like you and him were in your own world. anyone could see that, and it was no different for osamu, who was the one who always got the front row seat. but he couldn't bring himself to dislike his brother, especially not over a girl.
osamu found himself smiling bitterly as he heard that you came here to keep him company after atsumu told you that he was lonely, though he refuses to admit that what his brother said was right.
proven by the unfortunate timing in highschool, the ones who were meant to be were not you and him, but rather you and atsumu.
osamu was fine with sacrificing his own feelings for the two most important people in his life to be happy. truly.
he could only hope that in another universe, in another timeline, in another life, maybe, just maybe, he could've had a happy ending with you.
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h-doodles · 9 months
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boy the sudden outpour of angst ideas for larissa weems x reader in my brain got me weeping so bad i feel a fever coming on
#ALL YALL POSTING ABT FALLING OUT OF LOVE BUT MY BRAIN GOING 700 MILES FASTER AND 3000 YEARS FURTHER WITH A#the love was still there. it didnt change anything.#ABT READER LEARNING SHE'S DYIG SOON. BUT KNOWS LARISSA IS SWAMPED WITH NEVERMORE & DEALING WITH THE KIDS. AND SHE ALSO LOVES#HER NEVERMORE FAMILY SO MUCH. SHE CANNOT BEAR TO MAKE THEM SAD#AND BC LARISSA IS SO BUSY. SHE HASNT REALLY LOOKED @ HER WIFE. AND TO READER ITS JUST OKAY. AND CREATES A MINI VIDEO JOURNEY#AND LIKE. ITS JUST ALL THE LITTLE THINGS SHE LOVED TO DO WITH LARISSA. AND THE KIDS. AND OF LIFE U KNOW.#and its wonderful and sad and beautiful#but she's dying and she doesn't want anyone else to know; her family had gone the same way too and thats how she wants it to end#and its just. augh. not my brain adding more angst rn#where her one & only friend notices#and is the one bringing her to all her doctor's appointments (outside jericho ofc. she knows her wife would know the instant had she been#diagnosed there) and like. Larissa getting more and more suspicious of their outings and accuses r of infidelity#.......and at this point r is just. done. and lies.#and gets out of Larissa's life. and everyone's just. shocked & devastated#R leaves but also begs her friend to go away. because she's just counting her days at this point. and you know what#the kicker here is that they agree knowing this was the last act of kindness they could give her.#AND LARISSA STILL DOESNT KNOW.#and wouldnt have known until Wednesday had a vision of a phonecall that'll shatter her#........shit. im crying again haha#anyways i love cinematic orchestra's i built a home <3 it really gives me such the best angst storylines#personal.txt#clown.txt#mod lee speaks stuff#idea.txt#larissa weems#larissa x reader#larissa weems x reader#lee writes#lee writes stuff#my fic
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aahsoka · 7 months
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i have had like amazing patience for jang shin yu but this episode he was getting on my last nerve like i get ur too nice to let everyone know u broke up with ur gf (who you clearly have never liked very much???? who apparently feels very lonely with you and cheats on you bc of it????? like what a poor relationship in general) or have people tell rumors about hong jo but genuinely. you should have never gotten back together with nayeon in the first place and it was dragging out a bit too much. like thank God he finally took a stance but MY GOD you are so blunt to hong jo why cant you do that to nayeon tbh . just tell her shes fucking annoying
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know that I still stay here in the place we once knew
where you last saw me
you never said goodbye or when you were coming back
but i have faith that one day you will.
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Whumpee goes camping/hiking during the summer and doesn’t think to pack heavier clothes because “it’s hot outside.” They fall down a ravine and their leg gets wrenched on the way down; they can’t walk. Luckily, their backpack stayed on; so they have food and water. But they didn’t pack warm clothes; so they freeze all night while they wait for rescue.
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nepotizma · 1 year
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'   you're   insane   .   '   fem   states   as   she   follows   emerson   into   his   suite   ,   her   eyes   red   with   an   intense   anger   .   '   you   can't   scare   guys   away   from   me   when   you   brought   your   whole   girlfriend   here   .   literally   so   hypocritical   .   besides   he   was   mine   and   chlo's   only   way   into   that   party   tonight   and   now   we're   screwed   –––   your   sister   is   gonna   kill   me   .   ' @swtsours
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obesericewrites · 2 years
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Don't worry, you're eggcellent company and you're so funny that you made me cracked up.
I hope people aren't beating you up. I love how fried you are to people. But don't be too raw 'cause it's not crackable.
I am a fan of yours forever, friedeggonobesericewrites.
Love,
Chaotic Anon with lots of pepper and cheesines on their eggquisite heart
Jail. GO MAKE SOME OMELETS IN JAIL
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aurheatum · 1 year
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On a cursory level, Ephidel has understood what birthdays are. A celebration of the anniversary of one's birth, but the morph has never thoroughly experienced one. The date of his creation unknown, and the passage of time insignificant. Even to Lord Nergal, time had come to lose meaning. But here, now, it was far more important to gain the good graces of the morph's new liege. Gifts were often given, he found, and he watched the Archbishop closely to learn more than just what to offer her. Her gaze was often turned skyward, and a hairbrush was one of the few personal artifacts that even Ephidel possessed. "Your Grace," He speaks softly, the gift offered up to her. A hairbrush of dark ebony, dotted with stars of gold. "On the day of your birth, from your humble servant."
The archbishop of the Church of Seiros is a being made for exaltation, for while she is not Seiros - the Goddess's Sword and Proclaimer, Founder of Empires and Preserver of Bloodlines - she is the closest modern Fódlan has to a saint. She is a link to the furthest reaches of the continent's history and there is little more nobles love than to be remembered in such annals.
(Rhea smiles, because it is true; she remembers all, she remembers and does not forgive. Neither, however, does she pass judgement. It is not her place.)
The words and affirmations that come to her now could so easily be swept aside with the rest of the day's detritus, but something in this gift and its presentation makes Rhea pause; no, as lovely as the hairbrush is, it is the presenter that catches her off guard.
The display is thoughtful, not in the way one would usually use the word in regards to gifts but methodical – dark eyes briefly regard Rhea's deep green ones and she can tell today was only of many times this one has watched her.
Perhaps, that should upset her more, but as their hands briefly touch upon Rhea's accepting of the gift she cannot help but think there is something she recognizes in the newly appointed deacon. (–their hands are cold, as are Rhea's most often. But the familiarity is not that. It is in the tone of voice, the unpracticed or sometimes too practiced lilt there, that she has come to associate with her own creations.) "I thank you," she says, "for your generosity. And for remembering the date as that of my birth. Did you know it also the anniversary of Saint Seiros's appearance in Enbarr? I would be happy to tell you more of the legend if you are so interested."
A question asked, but not the one in her heart. Who formed you, she wants to know and the long healed burns of dark magic upon her palms sting, through what means; and furthermore, who, is the one who will take you apart?
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