#nox hurts

[sparkedblaze]

oscar lashing out at morris while blind with anger and then being hit with absolutely Desperate regret the very second his anger clears is the concept that causes me the most best agony ever

he just gets so Angry and it all builds up and his brain gets filled with static and morris can never leave anything Alone he can never leave oscar alone for even a second and he always needs help and oh, god, oscar’s their pa, he’s just like their pa

he’s so petrified that morris will be afraid of him

Dhaosidhfoaishfiuaublgijabrlgj

H-

Ohohohohohhhoohohoh

Nox this is

This is delicious

Putting this in my mouth

Putting them in a blender

Putting them in a mortar and beating the shit out of them with a pestle

Holy shit

T/w: Smoking, violence, lashing out, anger, general not fun time. This is.... this is fucked up

*

Oscar had been on edge all day, he'd been extra harassed by the newsies, Uncle Wies had been extra grouchy, and Morris had been extra needy and had had almost a dozen meltdowns.

It had to have been something in the air. There wasn't any way this could all be happening in the same day.

Then again, that would be Oscar's luck. Everything going wrong, all in the same day.

Morris was distracted, watching a flock of pigeons hop around the nearby courtyard. Oscar used that opportunity to sneak around the corner, into an alleyway, where he could be alone. Just a second, that's all he needed.

And maybe a light and a cigarette.

He'd just lit one when Morris wandered around the corner. Oscar tensed, taking another drag. "Mo, what hap'nd to the boids?"

"Them flied 'way," Morris frowned, looking over at him, moving closer. "What 'ya doin'?"

" 'M just havin' a smoke, Mo," Oscar grumbled, taking another drag off his cigarette. "Go 'way."

He looked up at Oscar, lip quivering. "Where I gonna go?"

The whine in his voice scraped down Oscar's spine, and he took another drag off his cigarette, trying to stay calm. "I dunno, Mo. I jus' need a second."

Mo let out another whine, looking around the alley. "D'ya got any mo' cigs?"

Oscar shook his head, despite the pack sitting firmly in his inner pocket.

His younger brother frowned, stepping further into the alley. "Os-"

"No, Morris! Jus' go! Jus' for a second!" Oscar snapped at him, raking his hand through his hair.

His cheeks puffed out in a telltale sign of a meltdown waiting to happen, and Oscar could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Morris doesn't get to do this. He doesn't get to have a meltdown just because he can't have his way. It isn't fair. Oscar should be able to have his own time without constantly having to worry about his baby brother.

Morris opened his mouth to say something, but Oscar couldn't make out the words over the roaring of blood in his ears.

He threw his cigarette down, and ground it out with the heel of his shoe. "No!"

He didn't miss the way his voice echoed through the alley, just couldn't find it in himself to care all that much in the moment. He collided with Morris, knocking the other into the wall.

"You don' get to jus' come here 'n ruin my perfec'ly fine day 'cause you's bored! You don' get to jus' 'cause you's lonely! You don' get to do anythin' you want jus' 'cause!"

Oscar didn't know when he'd started swinging, all he knew was that he couldn't stop-didn't want to stop. He was getting out decades of frustration, working through every thought he'd had about Morris, all the things he'd ruined for them.

They could've been out of New York if it weren't for him. If he wasn't so attached to these damn streets, he and Oscar could've hopped a train years before.

And here they were, doing dirty work for the warden and their uncle, for nothing. They got a place to sleep, and food on the table, and barely a nickel more.

"An' it's all your fault!" Oscar cried out, trembling with rage. Rage at Morris' sickness, rage at pa for making Oscar take care of them both, rage at the system that kept them from leaving.

And, more than a little rage at himself (not that he'd ever admit that) for not doing better at raising Morris. For not making him a better man. For not fixing him.

The first thing he realized was the pain. The agonizing pain in his hands.

When the crashing of waves ceased in his mind, Oscar was left with bloodied-probably broken-knuckles. He had to focus to breathe properly, trying to get enough oxygen into them. Had he stopped breathing during that?

His vision came back into focus, and what he saw made his stomach churn.

Morris, curled and whimpering on the ground against the wall, beaten and bloodied and cowering away from his brother.

"Mo..." Oscar reached out for him, but Morris screamed, shaking his head, pressing himself further into the wall behind him.

Oscar knelt, pressing himself against the opposite wall so Morris wouldn't feel trapped, praying he wasn't going to hurl.

"Mo, 'm sorry," he wheezed, heart once again pounding in his ears, body trembling almost in time with Morris. "Mo, 'm so sorry."

Morris shook his head, still hiding his face in his arms, rocking and crying and clacking his teeth together and Oscar knows it's bad.

He's finally done it.

He's lived up to what he's always thought of himself.

He looks like Walter, he always had. Pa always said he'd never be rid of him, and he was right-more right than ever now-and Oscar's blood boiled at the thought.

He'd become the man he loathed.

"Mo..." his voice was barely a whisper, trying to breathe around the searing heat in his lungs. "Mo we gotta- we gotta get back- I gotta patch you up."

Morris shook his head, ducking his head further down, nails digging in at the hairline.

"Mo, c'mon, we gotta go before anybody see us," Oscar tried again, sighing when Morris still doesn't move. He glanced around, trying to gauge how far they were from the house.

He looked back at Morris, leaning in a little closer. "Okay, okay, Mo, 'm gonna be right back, okay?"

Morris said nothing, just crying and screeching and hurting himself.

Oscar slunk out of the alleyway, ducking into the store they were next to. A general store. He knew, however, that there was a row of stuffed toys in the back, and he looked over them. He looked on the lower shelves, finding a smaller toy that he could fit in the waistband of his pants, beneath his overshirt, without looking too conspicuous.

He scoffed, throwing his hands up as if he hadn't found what he'd been looking for. He made his way up to the counter, tossing a coin as the man at the counter got him his usual pack of cigarettes.

"Back for another already, Oscar?" he smiled as he traded the pack for the coin, only earning a grunt in response as Oscar took the pack and left, hoping the man hadn't noticed the stolen good.

He all but ran back into the alley, finding Morris just as he'd left him. Oscar pulled the stuffed dog out, hiding it behind his back as he knelt in front of Morris. "Hey, Mo, I got you somethin'."

He slowly brought the stuffed animal into view of his younger brother, whose curiosity superseded the fear that had been coursing through him. He was still crying, nails still picking at his skin, but he wasn't cowering away from Oscar like he had been.

Oscar's stomach churned faster as he plead with God-not that the bastard had ever been there for either of them-that Morris wouldn't be afraid of him. He wouldn't be able to handle that. He was nothing without his little brother. Morris was his entire world, the only reason Oscar was still there, the only reason he woke up each morning.

He had to make sure that Morris wouldn't try and leave.

He couldn't leave.

#newsies #livesies #92sies #morris delancey #the delancey brothers #oscar delancey #nox asks #nox hurts #nox this is probably the most amazing thing you've ever sent #thank you #i will probably nap now #ily

[ruushes]

found the kuo-toa for the first time and 1) can’t believe w how exhaustively i try to explore everything that i still didn’t find a whole ass map until the third time through 2) im sure it’s been said but Top Tier Comedy with a durge. like hell yes i am become the Chosen of BOOOAL Lord of Murder. why do i suddenly feel like someone’s not mad at me just disappointed

#jk he is very much mad at you. somewhere on another plane of existence dad is having a fucking aneurysm #can’t believe the narrator calls you a tart like true but words hurt #nox #bg3 #talkin

[clansunsharp]

another oldie from my clan. one of the few who hasn't become jaded with the changing times, but he withdraws considerably in order to do so

#another chronic fatigue king #have you noticed a pattern #the best way i know to describe his romantic situation is like #that parks and rec meme #this is our boyfriend vorlen and this is vorlen's husband nox (consensual) #guy who is deeply hurting from past trauma but hides it and hides it and hides it and will keep hiding it til he dies #nox my beloved #pin talks #dragon share #flight rising #bio in alt text

[abysskeeper]

The thing I was losing my mind over earlier. This fic probably won't see the light of day in full for a while because I'm about 6 fics back in terms of proper context...but one day. And what the hell? I spit out a little over 1k of it today and I'm proud of it...so into the tag it goes.

Rated M. Ultimately not explicit, but highly suggestive. Some mentions of death that will be much more explicit in the first chapter I've yet to write.

***

“My most precious treasure beating just under the palm of my hand.”

“If that’s your most precious treasure then—”

“Don’t.” His voice was low but harsh, and the word would have bordered on a threat if it wasn’t tinged with the desperation of a plea. “Do not joke. Do not minimize yourself or what happened, please.”

Her breath stuttered at the intensity of his brown gaze, and she was certain he felt her heart skip several beats under the breadth of his palm. No jokes, no minimization, no trying to ease what happened, he wanted to sit with it and let it rest heavy between them when all she wanted to do was forget and move on. Gale was right though, a part of her knew that. They both needed to acknowledge it, though the longer the silence stretched on, the heavier it hung around them. And the heavier the weight became, the tighter her throat constricted and the hotter her eyes burned.

“Am I…am I truly?” Nox forced out, blinking the tears back.

“Oh, my love,” Gale sighed and leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers.

She was still hyper-aware of every movement he made. His hand slid the rest of the way down her sternum and then around to her back, the tips of his fingers leaving hot trails in their wake and the side of his pinky lightly grazing her breast. His palm flattened across her spine, fingers splayed against her upper back before he pressed her close to him. Their bodies flush against each other, he tilted his head to capture her mouth with his own. The kiss was soft and slow but purposeful, and he delicately took her top lip between his for a moment, before moving to her bottom lip with a light graze of his teeth, and then finally covering them both with his own. His tongue slid out languidly and outlined over the curves of her lips, as much an act of idle worship as it was a request.

She parted readily for him, moaning against him as his tongue slipped over hers and started exploring her mouth. She steadied herself for a moment, both hands splayed over his shoulders before she wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers through his hair. Without thought, one leg rose and wrapped around his hip, yanking him even closer. He responded favorably, moaning into her mouth and wrapping his arms under her to hoist her up against him. She sighed, utterly content as she wrapped her legs around his waist and sunk further into his embrace.

Any other night, and Nox knew she would have been begging him to slip inside her and exhibit how he’d drive them both to new heights of physical pleasure. After their success, it was the celebration that should have been happening tonight. Instead, the closeness that they shared—bodies pressed against one another as tightly as possible, heavy breaths mingling as they kissed each other senseless, hands caressing over hair and skin and scars—finally broke the dam, and the first few tears started spilling over from the corners of her eyes.

She needed this, the closeness. She needed to be wrapped in his arms, just as much as she needed him to be wrapped up in hers. She needed the proof they were both still alive.

Despite everything, they were still alive.

It was overwhelming, and when it became too much bursting in her chest, she pulled away. Despite being rosy and kiss-swollen, her bottom lip still trembled, and she bit down hard in an attempt to keep herself contained. Her vision grew cloudier with tears though, and her heart beat erratically in her chest, overcome with a sense of joy and a sense of grief. A sense of relief that they were both still standing here. Anger that they were both still standing here. And love.

Overwhelming, all-encompassing love. A love she almost sacrificed everything for.

Gale opened his eyes, his heated brown gaze falling intently down on her. He softened immediately upon seeing her tears though, and he brought a hand up to cradle the back of her head, arm braced against her back while he pressed her head back against his.

“Gods above…you are everything to me, Nox’ani,” he breathed out. “And I believed I lost everything once; I survived it, though only just barely and with the help of my dearest friend. But losing you?” He gave a rough swallow and shook his head lightly against hers. “I would not survive losing you.”

“I’m sorry,” Nox croaked, choking on her tears and left near breathless at the sentiment he was speaking. “I didn’t mean…I…I didn’t want…”

She swallowed hard, trying to clear her throat enough to speak. Instead, she swallowed her voice altogether as what little words she had left her. With speaking no longer an option, one hand untangled itself from his hair and trailed down his chest, traveling to settle over his heart. She applied a little more pressure and felt his heart beating just as erratically under her palm as her own did under his.

“I promised,” she whispered, gaze finally lifting to meet his.

Recognition flashed in his pretty eyes before they closed altogether with a sigh. He shook his head again, grimacing with a mixture of pain and understanding. “Nox…”

“I promised,” she repeated. “I promised you that you would live through this day and we’d figure out the rest together after.”

“That’s hardly a promise kept if you aren’t by my side,” Gale pointed out softly.

“I know,” she agreed. She did know, in the aftermath of the fight, she recognized the hypocrisy. “But that didn’t matter at that moment. What mattered was you. What mattered was not losing you, not losing…” Her voice broke off as a small sob shook through her, her tears falling harder.

“Nox,” he mumbled. His one hand slipped forward to cup her cheek as his thumb brushed away a few tears. “I understand.”

She shook her head, silencing anything else he might have said. He did understand, she didn’t doubt that, he knew her enough by now to understand exactly her thought process leading up to her decision to jump in front of that blade. It didn’t matter, it was something she still had to say.

“I…I’ve lost many. You know this,” Nox whispered. “And I’ve survived too. But you?” She shook her head, another, small cry pushing past her lips. She reached up to cup his face in her hands. “You? Gale, I wouldn’t survive losing you, either.”

#don't mind me #my writing #bg3 #bg3 tav #gale x tav #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #I am having a completely normal time with these two clearly #this will be a two-shot at one point exploring nox dying and being resurrected against myrkul #after convincing gale to not blow himself up she just goes and dies...the audacity #gale gave up his scroll for to bring her back and everything #high drama high hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending...all that jazz #because apparently that's what I live for with these two #time gremlin #moon mage of elturel

[crystariumoath]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬.

#ffgraphics #final fantasy xv #ffxv #lunafreya nox fleuret #noctis caelum #my gifs #my coloring #not free to use #don't repost #ffedits #ffgifs #I am having feels for this game again;;; this one just hurts my heart so much..

[feelinprettyblue02]

Chapters: 1/2

Fandom: Content SMP

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Blake | Winsweep & Noxintrus

Characters: Blake | Winsweep, Noxintrus (Content SMP), Rat | doctor4t (mentioned), Fiarrow | Talonflame (mentioned)

Additional Tags: winsweep-centric, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Memory Loss, Amnesia, Dissociation, mannequins, (sorry), thalassophobia, (double sorry), Automatonophobia, Agoraphobia, winsweep has ptsd, noxintrus has amnesia, neverend is a fucking nightmare (literal and figurative), Canon-Typical Violence, Temporary Character Death, Canon Temporary Character Death

Summary: While he was lost in his thoughts of “this is weird” and “I don’t remember any room like this,” Winsweep’s shoe caught on the edge of the tile and he stumbled forward, bracing to catch himself using his arms instead of his face, squeezing his eyes shut.

When he reopened his eyes, his surroundings were pitch black. That’s not supposed to happen. Small, teal particles drifted in the air around him. He had this deep, visceral feeling of “that’s not right, it’s not supposed to be air,” but he just couldn’t explain why.

—

or: winsweep ptsd nightmare/amnesia fic bc that guy is too confident and this is my equivalent of throwing him at the wall

#mcytblr #mcyt fanfic #content smp #winsweep #noxintrus #nox will get a bigger role next chapter i prommy #post-neverend ptsd fic woohoo!!!!!! #hurt/no comfort #if you can’t handle creepy mannequins PLEASE don’t read this #those fucks scared ME and i’m the one writing #praying this one posts bc i’ve been TRYING for TWENTY MINUTES

[noxstrages]

did you know that there’s jewelry for hearing aids?

anyways, i think that people underutilize the fact that emmet is canonically a punk fan

#nox art #submas #emmet #kudari #subway boss emmet #i think whitenoiseshipping is cute #i dont personally ship it but its nice #also slapping my HoH headcannon where everyone can see it again #i just think its a small headcanon that hurts nobody #pokemon #pokemon black and white #pokemas #just a quick sketch before i get back to serious art

[lanseax]

valstina moonguard, youngest daughter of selune

"I am my mother's shield, the defender against the dark. I may be the youngest of her children but I am no less determined to defend her light."

#bg3edit #bg3 #bg3 tav #gamingedit #bg3 oc #aasimar #vg: bg3 #oc: valstina moonguard #so she's the youngest daughter of selune but was determined to take vengeance against shar for hurting her mother #she was so blinded by vengeance that selune stripped her of her wings but when she set her elder sister free she was gifted them back #nox creates #creation!gif

[under-the-blood-moonlight]

"Hehehe"     "Oh wow Azem!"                          "Are you okay?"      "..."

>>get your score<<

#Niqesse de Nox #Azem Nyx #warrior of light #warrior of darkness #waifu score #who hurt you? #underneath this bleeding moon #pls format work

[vvitchynerd]

proving i can draw on paper /j

#artists on tumblr #my art #original character #my ocs #art #its nox! my boooy! #i redesigned him yay #my hand hurts so much after this hair

[amberskyyking]

Disillusioned Chapter 45: We Should Have Listened To Literally All Our Friends

LOOK AT THE ART @wolviecat MADE FOR ME FOR THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

-ahem- Anyways.

If waking up in a slave cell is any sort of indicator, the Kowak job might have been a bit too much, after all.

…..good sol…  follow….. good slaves follow orders…… good…… 

Nox’s eyes slowly blinked open, his head feeling fuzzy and face puffy. He tried to sit up but a sharp pain shot across his back, and something bound his wrists together. What had happened? It took a minute for his vision to clear enough to get a look at his surroundings, but the sight of metal bars made it all come back in a flash. 

The cells. He was in a cell, a slave collar around his neck and binders on his arms! The voice, the fight, the shock, he had to get out. He had to find -

Luz. She was here, motionless on the cold floor a few feet from where he lay. He sucked in a breath. 

“Luz!” Nox whispered, but she didn’t move. He rolled over and pushed himself upright, ignoring the pain and cursing himself for jumping that bastard Pyke and landing them in this mess. The hell was he thinking? 

He wasn’t thinking. He had been trying to keep it together for Luz, but the voice had broken through, the Pykes voice this time, good slaves follow orders…

Full Chapter (And Story!): We Should Have Listened To Literally All Our Friends

#Nox Is Having A Hard Time #At Least He Gets To Kick Some Ass #They Deserve All The Hugs For This #And Therapy #clone troopers need a hug #clone troopers deserve better #Hurt Comfort #Angst Fluff #zygerrian slavery #clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #starwarsficnetwork #star wars oc #clone wars

[sparkedblaze]

cw more abuse and bad times <3

modern au - hey hey, what if. oscar and morris’ pa coming to one of their fights.

he usually likes to forget they exist, and they do the same, but he can’t help but see them crop up more and more over the years - they’re public figures, rising in notoriety. he sees the occasional article, sees them on magazine covers and ads, sees their fights advertised in the betting shops he frequents. sees that they always win. and then he sees a poster that they’re fighting in soho, where he still lives. and usually he’d never seek them out, doesn’t care nearly enough, but it’s just too tempting.

he walks in late and he’s just a single face amongst the crowd, but morris catches sight of him in his peripheral - instinct, like a prey animal - while he’s circling his opponent in the ring. he’s instantly so distracted he takes a brutal hit from his opponent and is levelled to the ground, and it’s almost like his papa hitting him all over again.

(oscar can’t see their pa from where he’s stood. he has no idea what’s wrong.)

OHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO

So, something I haven't told y'all about the modern au

The Delancey's pa does actually find them one day.

Also mystery anon asking for Medda angst, tell me something

Are you sure you want that?

*

Walter smirked down at him as Morris fell to the ground, watching Oscar try and scramble into the ring when he doesn't get up. Weak. Pathetic. Just like he'd always known. He sat down in his seat, watching the events unfold.

The round stopped when Morris doesn't get back up. A timeout until they can use the smelling salts to wake him. He watched Oscar run to Morris, leaning over to whisper to him. He could almost hear the whimpering voice from a lifetime ago.

Cowardly boy.

He smirked again as Oscar's eyes searched the crowd, their eyes locking. He could feel the glare received as he tipped his hat at his older son.

Oscar moved to speak to the referee, and the man in the ring listened and nodded as he spoke.

Walter stood. Oscar's fight wasn't for another hour or so. He'd go speak with them between fights, and he knew Morris would never continue. Boy couldn't ever look past his fears.

He started down the steps as the referee announced that Morris was forfeiting the fight. What a surprise that was.

He made his way out the back door, seeing no security on the way. He supposed they were around the perimeter more than back here.

It didn't matter. They'd let him pass anyhow, wouldn't they? He was their father, for Christ's sake.

He found their changing room and pushed open the door, hearing a dog bark before even entering fully.

Not that he ever got the chance to.

A weight slammed against the door, and Oscar's glaring eye found him through the crack in the door.

"You ain't welcome in here. You ain't comin' in. We already got security comin' for ya," he sneered, pushing harder, trying to close the door in Walter's face.

"I'm welcome anywhere I please, boy, don't you- Morris, you cut that wailin' out or I swear!" Walter's gaze shifted behind Oscar, toward the open bathroom door.

He could hear the snap of Morris's teeth as his mouth closed, that old satisfaction creeping back into his bones.

Oscar was unmoving against the door, though the rage in his eyes built with each passing moment.

"Why you look so mad, boy? I made you into this. I built you up from nothin'! Hell you still is nothin'!" Walter cackled. "Bet you can't afford all them fancy clothes you flauntin' round in."

"It ain't none of your business, Pa," Oscar growled out, still unrelenting.

"I seen them posts. How mad you got at that boy. You ain't told nobody," it wasn't a question, Walter knew they hadn't. "You know silence don't come free, boy."

He watched his son's sneer grow, and finally the door budged.

Walter stepped up, smirking. "Glad you come to yo-"

He sucked in a breath as Oscar's head slammed into his.

"Don't you ever come here threatenin' us. We ain't no scrawny little boys no more, pa," Oscar stood between Walter and the bathroom.

"Wonder if both of you feel that way. Don't you, Morris?"

He heard another faint whimper from the bathroom.

"Leave him alone, pa. He ain't done nothin'."

"I've never agreed with you more, Oscar," Walter held a hand to his nose as he stepped back outside. "Sleep on it. Let me know by tomorrow."

"The answer is no," Oscar snapped.

"Then, I guess you ain't got nothin' to think about," Walter shrugged. "Like, perhaps the fact that it would ensure you never see me again."

He could see the boy working it over in his head.

"Ahhhh... There it is..." he sighed. "Like I said. Sleep on it."

Walter turned back to the hallway as a woman stormed down it.

Oscar groaned behind him as she rounded the corner, snapping out a short "What?"

The woman raised a brow at him. "Don't take that tone with me, Oscar Delancey. How is he?"

Walter raised a brow at him. "Delancey? That what you been tellin' folks?"

Medda turned toward Walter, eyebrows high. "Are you saying that isn't their name?"

He scoffed. " 'Course it ain't. They always been Williams."

"Oscar, who is this?"

"I'm their-"

"Excuse me, sir, I didn't ask you," her hand went up, and her eyes never left Oscar. She needed to know if he wanted her to do something about this man.

"Medda, this 's our pa."

"Your pa?" Walter didn't think her eyebrows could go any higher. "Mhm."

She turned to him, and Walter gave her a smile.

"Alright then, sir, let me speak to you. Just a second," she stepped closer to him. "I just want to get some things straight."

Her hand came down hard against his cheek, and Walter was bent over, clutching his cheek.

Oscar let out a tense laugh at the sight, caught halfway between fear and awe. He'd never ever seen Medda get violent before. Usually gentle and caring, and everything their pa never had been.

"Don't you ever come near my boys again! Do you understand me?" Her voice rose in a way that Oscar could never have dreamt. The way that made him cover his ears. "You have no right to even come close! And if you don't get to steppin' now, I'm callin' security and they gonna carry you right on out of here."

She stepped closer, glaring up at him. "So, Mister Williams, you gettin' outta here your way? Or mine?"

Oscar watched as pa glared up at him, but turned as Doggy barked, a warning that Morris was on the move.

He peeked around the doorway. "Mama?

" 'S that you?" His voice was quiet, but he took a few steps closer. Oscar tried to stop him as Morris ducked out of the door, Doggy right behind him.

"Wait, Mo-"

"Mama!" Morris cried as he dashed toward her, hugging her tight, still shrinking away from pa.

Walter's eyes went wide, and his face contorted with rage. "That ain't your ma! She ain't nothin'!"

Medda held just as tight as Morris, kissing his head and brushing her hand through his curls.

She wheeled around to give Walter another verbal beatdown, but she never got the chance.

Oscar had stormed over, and swung.

"She been more a ma then you ever was a pa!" He kept swinging, letting out years upon years of heartbreak and panic and fear.

Oscar was done being afraid.

He was done letting Morris be afraid.

It wasn't until a hand landed on his shoulder that he stopped. His hands were bloody and his knuckles ached-it'd been so long since he'd fought bare knuckled- but he felt so good.

"Oscar, dear... Go call security. They'll escort him out of here," she didn't say it, but Oscar knew what she was giving him time to do.

He had to get cleaned up before Morris saw him.

*

👏🏼YOU👏🏼NEVER👏🏼STOP👏🏼BEING👏🏼MEDDA’S👏🏼KID👏🏼

I love this and everything it turned into

#newsies #livesies #92sies #morris delancey #the delancey brothers #oscar delancey #newsies modern au #👏🏼YOU👏🏼NEVER👏🏼STOP👏🏼BEING👏🏼MEDDA’S👏🏼KID👏🏼 #medda adopts #medda larkin #medda larkson #mama Medda #cw: violence #cw: abuse #nox hurts

[purple-warlock]

He’s hungy

#he’s just a silly guy #he wouldn’t hurt a fly #he’d just eat one #nox #purple​ warlock #artists on tumblr #art #my art #original art #oc #illustration #frogblr #frog art #froggie #frog #froggy #night sky

[aa-carnivorousfatality]

" --- LET ME TEAR THAT BITCH TO PIECES !!! "

monstrous snarls coming from the symbiote. ohhh. he wanted nothing more to grab Miguel and impale him with one of his tendrils to the wall. Make an example out of him , as he thought he could do to Fel so many FUCKING times.

he reeks of entitlement. reeks of power hungry. Carnage wants to put HIM in his place. remind him that at the end of everything , he is NOTHING without his ego. NOTHING compared to what Fel could be , on her own. Fel is ten times the person that rich brat could ever be. Writhing rat with no regard.

--- I WANNA MAKE HIM SUFFER. MAKE HIM BLEED AS HE TRIES TO CALL FOR HIS "EMPLOYEES." TAKE EVERYTHING FROM HIM. LET HIM SEE HOW SMALL HE REALLY IS !!!!

he wants to KILL. He wants to KILL Miguel O'hara. Wants him to feel every cut. Stab. Bite. Tear. he will make it slow. He will not be kind nor have mercy. Not a smidge of understanding from him. No matter how much he begs, because how often did Feli beg ? How much has she cried ? How much blood , sweat , and tears has she given for this POINTLESS society ? For HIM.

And the COWARDS that just STAND there and let her break. Worthless. All of them. He may not like that boyfriend of hers , but at least HOBIE BROWN was no COWARD. Did NOT turn his head nor offer comfort AFTER he stood there.

Carnage knew he was a tyrant. The symbiote did not walk around , being a JACKASS and acting like he was a good man. Unlike O'hara. Carnage knew he was fucked up.

Maybe he should show Miguel HOW fucked up he could be.

#novaragno #vxrseleader #anytime feli gets hurt #my carnage muse sits STRAIGHT TF UP #mans been near dead asleep #but nox shared the post #and he went: FUCK THAT BITCH #so here we are #blood tw #violence tw

[fellfromavent]

And thus, the cycle starts anew part 2

This is a sequel to my last post but now in Tango's POV for fluff because I felt bad

Everything happened so fast, arrow after arrow whizzed by Tango's head. He felt Jimmy's grip tighten around his hand and in turn, he squeezed back. A silent reassurance that the two of them were still there, they were okay.

But we're they? Could Tango really say they were okay in this situation? The very ground they stood on creaked and crumbled beneath them, arrows whizzed by threatening to pierce their skin.

A scream broke him out of his thoughts, the grip in his hand loosened as he looked over just in time to see an arrow embed its way into Jimmy's shoulder. He watched as his soulmate shuddered and stumbled forward, tumbling off the edge of the platform.

The world seemed to slow down at that moment, he felt Jimmy's fingers brush past his own, slipping out of his grip. He saw the look on Jimmy's face as he started to fall, a mixture of pain and shock. Tango rushed forward, desperately following his soulmate to the edge. He reached forward scampering over the edge to reach Jimmy in time to catch him.

He was too late.

He watched as Jimmy fell further and further away from him, and maybe he wasn't thinking, maybe it was the adrenaline but before Tango could even think he vaulted over the ledge falling down after his soulmate. The wind was cold as it sped past him, he heard Grian shout his name, but he didn't care. If Jimmy was going to fall Tango wouldn't let him fall alone.

He reached out with both arms, trying to catch Jimmy and pull him in before he hit the floor, He could be the one to die and take the blame instead.

If he could just catch him.

A sickening thud echoed in the air seconds before Tango hit the ground, he felt the air leave his lungs, pain erupting throughout his body. He was dead before he could even hit the ground. The cold stillness of death pulled him into the black void once again like a hungry beast.

Tears streamed down Tango's face as he floated around in the empty void. He blinked his eyes open once more and he was in an empty bed. The bed he shared with Jimmy, it was the only one they had. Tango stayed still staring up at the newly built ceiling. He felt cold which was unusual for him, the air was still and he could still hear the chaos that was happening just across the hill.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes sinking further into the mattress before long Jimmy had respawned joining him on the bed. "Mornin' sleepy head," Tango joked turning over to face Jimmy. Jimmy didn't respond instead he stared up at the ceiling, his wings were all over the place, feathers sticking up and messy, hair dishevelled and clothes all messy.

Tango sighed sitting up properly and pulling Jimmy into his lap, carefully he ran his fingers through the canary's wings, smoothing some of the feathers into place. Tango already knew, they'd been together for a few weeks now, and Tango was proud to admit he knew Jimmy better than anyone else. Even without the soul link, he could read Jimmy well. Tango sighed as he heard a quiet sob from the person in front of him. "I-I'm so so sorry." Jimmy stuttered out trying desperately to keep himself from crying.

"And what do you have to be sorry for?" Tango asked, continuing to preen Jimmy's wings, They could get their stuff later right now he wanted to focus on Jimmy.

Jimmy turned to face Tango shock evident on his face. "Tango, I killed us!" He pushed Tango's hand away. "Say something! Scream, shout at me! Anything!" He huffed moving away from the Netherborn. "Just stop being so kind to me..."

Tango reached out grabbing onto Jimmy's hand, and squeezing them like they've done countless times before. "Listen to me, Love. I have never once been mad at you, especially for something you couldn't control." He leaned closer resting his forehead on Jimmy's. "And I have never regretted being soul bound to you," Tango whispered pulling Jimmy closer to him into a hug. "We can fix this, together. We'll still win even if we're red, we're much stronger than everyone else anyway!" Tango said matter of factly.

A small chuckle escaped Jimmy's lips as he buried his face further into Tango's chest. Tango smiled resting his chin on top of Jimmy's head. They'd be okay he thought. As long as they had each other they could get through anything.

#Nox actually wrote fluff? That's a first! #I felt bad so it's hurt/comfort time #double life #double life tango #double life jimmy #double life fanfic #trafficshipping #trafficblr #tango tek #jimmy solidarity #rancher duo #nox writes

[firefallvaruna]

FFXV Fanfic: The Sleepwalker

Rating: Teen Archive Warning: No Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Language: English Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Lunafreya finds herself in trouble when memories not her own cause a sleepwalking incident. Gladio comes to her rescue and makes a decision.

#final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #lunafreya nox fleuret #ffxv lunafreya #lunafreya #ffxv gladio #gladiolus amicitia #gladio #iris amicitia #hurt/comfort #my-stories #my stories #cross posted on ao3 #ffxv fanfic #ff15 fanfiction