#two endings

[be-side-my-self]

Time for Max!

Different playthroughs, different filters and different outfits. But all chronological. Partly I made them lighter. But they might still look rather dark on your screen. Sorry if that is the case.

Find all the other screenshots (for now) here: https://be-side-my-self.tumblr.com/post/716413945679904768/besidemyself

#The Quarry #The Quarry Game #Supermassive Games #Max Brinly #Screenshots #Max is right there #Look #Two endings #I have a third one but I had the 30 Screenshots #also the LauraMax Ending is so fucking sad #It really hurt to watch Laura lose her smile because she knows there is no future #gdi

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

Marinette is so tired of everything. When given the chance will she stay? Or will she go? 3/3 Chapters 28/30 of the Thirty in One series

Commissioned Art for this fic:

#Thirty In One #Bre's Fics #read the tags #Lukanette #Class Salt #Adrien Sugar #Two Endings

[sofiiel]

Stuck In Reverse : Table of Contents

Rockstar!Eddie x Fem!Reader x Cinematographer!Jonathan | 18+ ᴍᴅɴɪ

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ₁ ▸ ₂ ▸ ₃ ▸ ₄ ▸ ₅ ▸ ₆ ▸ ₇

Content Warnings: drama. trauma. angst. fluff. hurt. comfort. mentioned infidelity. drug use. sex. violence. probably vulgarity. self-image/self-worth struggles. love triangles. cliche shit.

❝​You see sass, no class, negative ass over there? Honestly, he's great, I swear.❞

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: As his friendships and relationship teeter on the rocks, Eddie's faced with a stark reminder of what's important when his intended is taken down by a bullet with his name on it.

After a year of Eddie sinking money into treatment and care to make her comfortable, Reader's eyes open again.

But she remembers no one past her junior year of high school.

What was believed would be a short term side effect, won't go away. Now Eddie must try to make her fall in love him with all over again. But it barely happened back then, and it is no easier now ~ When she's falling for the wrong man.

Jonathan tries to ignore Reader's affections for the sake of his work and personal friendship with Eddie. Though, he has found that he and Reader have more chemistry than he'd expected.

❝​It's high school all over again, damn it.❞ ❝At least now you know the icebreaker.❞

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#eddie munson fic #jonathan byers fic #two endings #rockstar!eddie x reader #jonathan byers x reader #cinematographer!jonathan x reader #eddie munson angst #jonathan byers angst #eddie munson hurt/comfort #jonathan byers hurt/comfort

[i-did-not-mean-to]

May I request an angst about Maedhros? Gender neutral/Fingon whom he is courting. He's saved from Angbang, but through all the trauma and self hatred he believes they are better off without him and let's them go? Cries and tears as they tries to explain to him that can work out together? Maybe 2 alternative endings? Fluffing ending and angst ending? Please && Thank you for your time 😊

Dear anon, I do not do angst very well, I am very sorry.

BTW, I went with gn Fingon 🤷🏻‍♀️ looool

I've given it a shot, but I like them a lot and I truly hope you'll be choosing the ending under the sun banner rather than the one under the night banner...

Words: 1,5k

Characters: Maedhros x Fingon

Warnings: I've tried my hand at some (very) light angst

At first, the silence was deafening.

It took a good moment before his dazed mind could pick up on the small sounds and noises filtering through the deceiving hush that was habitually drawn like a veil over sickrooms and households struck by tragedy.

The heavy, quick steps screaming their impatience were Tyelko’s and the nervous humming vibrating against his sweat-sheened skin let him know that Maglor was dreading this confrontation; he had no doubt that they were all there, waiting for the heavy door to be tugged open so they could heap their worry and anger in a tangled ball of but half-baked emotions onto his crumbling form.

It had ever been thus, and he would not have had it any other way.

In his younger days, he had often wondered why he had grown so very tall, but now he knew: his body was the shrine and sepulchre of his brothers’ most precious memories that had to be left behind when the world around them fell apart. In his blood, he kept samples of their tears – helpless, frightened, angry tears shed over mishaps and quarrels – from a time when they had still cried, and his skin was a map of the imaginary adventures they had set out on back when they could not even have imagined what terrible actions lay in their future.

Maedhros looked down on the tightly bandaged wrist and he saw that hand that was no more; it would leave bloody prints on everything henceforth that might be invisible to everybody else, but he’d know.

This hand had been Fingon’s, their love had been etched into every line, and – for a single instant – he wondered if the Enemy would peruse the epic, desperate, monumental story he had marred with a mocking smile. He remembered the blades and talons opening each cherished scar on his once so beautiful body to befoul the memorial of a youth spent as a protector and friend; he had been stripped of more than his dignity, he had been robbed of his very purpose.

The person staring back at him from the blurry looking glass was a stranger wearing his skin, a threat arrayed in familiar colours, and he took a deep shuddering breath. He had not merely been injured and poisoned, no, he had been turned into a well of toxic hurt himself so that he might defile everything he touched.

Boundless and merciless was the Enemy’s guile and cruelty.

A sudden blur of movement startled him into stumbling back like a frightened beast, teeth bared and lone remaining hand lifted as if to strike, but then he realised that it was his beloved – crouched in a corner of the room like a ghost – who had come forth to check on him.

“Your brothers are here,” they informed him gently, just in case he had not deciphered the thousand sounds that had been the melody to his life as much as his own heartbeat echoing in his shapely ears.

“They may wait,” he croaked – his voice a jumble of sharp-edged shards grating along his windpipe – and cleared his throat a few times in vain, “I need to talk to you first.”

He could see in the eyes of the one he had loved with such a self-evident ease all his life that Fingon knew what was to come; they always did and that was part of why their relationship had been so effortless – despite the shifting sands of treacherous circumstances – hitherto.

“I shall leave with them.”

“You are too weak to travel!” Fingon’s eyes flashed with indignation and a fear he had never expected to discern in a soul so valiant.

With a sigh, he repeated himself slowly; he would not stay around to see the corruption implanted into his flesh hatch and devour what he held dearest in this life. Selfishness had never been a luxury afforded to him and so, he knew only too well what sacrifice was to be brought in order to save his beloved Fingon.

Your destruction ends with me, he thought bitterly, I shall curl up around the wounds wrought upon me and feast on the darkness gnawing through my being in solitude; the endless circle of desolation you’ve embedded into my flesh and bone – one cut at a time – shall find no other outlet, you are now my prisoner.

Tears sprang into Fingon’s eyes with that sudden energy that always came so naturally to their strong body; but then, they stilled as if stricken by sudden cold, as if wrenched back onto the icy wastes they had crossed to find their half-cousin, as if death itself had wrapped its cold arms around them.

Angsty ending

“We can figure this out together,” Fingon said then, a sigh like a gust of wind weaving through their words, “I can’t lose you again.”

“It’s not again, love,” Maedhros replied in a hollow voice, gravelly with regret and disuse, “you’ve cut my body off the rock, but you couldn’t carve the corruption out of my soul lest you dig right through me.”

“NO!”

Fingon had such faith; they had forgiven the burning of the ships and the suffering it had brought, and – of this Maedhros was almost certain – they’d accept and embrace this danger with as much foolhardy eagerness if it would just keep him by their side as well.

“I can’t,” he sighed, “I have to look to my own now. My brothers need me.” They are enmeshed in my doom anyway, he thought, and it will cost me my life – whether in a singular burst of agony or in tiny torturous increments – to uphold the many vain, but binding promises I’ve made out of love or despair. 

He knew that it was vicious and unforgivable, but he did not bring up his doubts about soiling the purity of Fingon’s soul which was so very important to him for it reminded him of all the good things he was fighting to protect; his lover would rail and protest, and he’d be swayed by their loving arms and words.

No, this burden was his to carry in silence and in solitude.

He had to cut this golden tether to a better future before his doom would drag Fingon down along with him; he had to try to save as many of the remaining beacons of hopes of his grandfather’s people as he possibly could. He was too jaded now to believe – even for a single moment – that it would counterbalance the crimes that were yet but festerineg seeds within his core, ready to burst forth to choke out life and light, but he would struggle against those malicious vines tirelessly until they devoured the last remnants of his essence in their insatiable greed. 

“Call them in, please,” he declared as he felt his soul wither and die within a pale, seizing chest; the dice had been cast and he would follow the path he had been chained to without looking back lest he succumb to the temptation of fleeting, sweet happiness oft promised and ever out of reach.

Fluff ending

“We can figure this out together,” Fingon said then, a sigh like a gust of wind weaving through their words, “I can’t lose you again.”

Maedhros understood; too often had they taken leave from one another to face unfathomable dangers without knowing if they’d ever get the chance to lay eyes upon that beloved face, distorting into a tiny, blurry dot in the distance, once more.

“I love you more than this,” they pleaded, “and I am so sorry about your hand, but – you of all people must understand this – there are promises so sacred that no sacrifice, no matter how gruesome, will keep one from fulfilling them.”

“Which terrible oath have you sworn then, my dearest heart?” Maedhros asked warily, rubbing stiff fingers over an expressionless face that adamantly concealed the turmoil under the surface of that scarred and mutilated skin.

“To love you, to be by your side,” Fingon replied calmly, “you are not the only one to have pledged your life blood to another. Leaving me equates killing me in the most heartless of fashions, Russo, for I’d wander lost in the unending darkness forevermore.”

I’ll die at your side, they thought peacefully, so it was written and so it shall be done.

“Oh Finno!” Finally, the dam broke and tears – his and all the ones he had preserved within the depthless well of his immortal soul – spilled forth like ink in which Fingon’s whole life had been scribbled down haphazardly; they threw their arms around the one they loved beyond reason and self-preservation.

“We’ll be alright,” they promised, ever believing that good faith and even better intentions would end up saving the day.

“Eventually,” Maedhros quipped without much conviction.

“Now,” Fingon opined, “or at least very soon. Let your brothers see you, we were all much afeared! Soothe their worry; you are back, and none of us will ever let you face the darkness alone again.”

It was weakness, pervading and insidious, that made the tall elven lord shiver in the tight embrace; he knew what price Fingon would have to pay if he didn’t manage to send them away, but he could not bear to let go of the last vestige of innocence and hope that had not yet been wrested from him by unfeeling hands.

With a soundless sigh, he pressed his lips upon that devotedly upturned face and nodded ponderously; he’d do better than his father, he’d keep those he loved most close, he’d keep them safe, he’d keep them alive at all costs. 

Dear anon, I hope this has satisfied you; I've given it my best shot...

I am sorry if I am not the angsty type of author 😬

Lots of love from me <3

#fanfiction #the silm #the silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #russingon #angst #two endings #requests #IDNMT answers #I don't usually write angst #best try

[krash-8]

"what have you been doing on your phone for the past two fucking hours" hitting people leave me alone

#boop #krash 🗯️ #also for the record when I made this post I only had booping for two hours #it was not two hours in the end trust me

[bunabi]

Using a fear of Palestinian revenge as justification for the occupation is both wild and familiar

Aint nobody thinking about vengeance after getting freedom 😭 all we wanna do on this planet is drink chilled juice and not die

#as the CEO of anxiety and paranoia I really think everyone can benefit from some CBT #you think im thinking of ending the bloodline of my ancestors' slavemasters ? wrong ! two gundams having sex

[15lehna]

The universal gm facepalm

#brian murphy #matthew mercer #brennan lee mulligan #aabria iyengar #critical role #dimension 20 #naddpod #had to use a pic of murph as a player because can't see his face on a podcast #burrow's end #a starstruck odyseey #the fact that the last two happened during the same season says a lot about it

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)

#who needs romance when i can watch two narrative foils painfully tolerate each other's existence #bonus points if they are forced to Work Together To Solve A Problem #and they end up working surprisingly well together! #they make a surprisingly effective team! #they even confide some backstory with each other & bond a bit & understand each other better #and when it's all over they shake hands & amicably agree that they still cannot fucking stand each other #'this was an interesting sidequest & I'm glad we got to experience it. #but all things considered i genuinely never want to see your face again' #Enemies to Chained-Up-In-An-Abandoned-Bathroom-Together #to Enemies #two stray cats forced to share a cat carrier for a trip to the vet

[heph]

A Moment in Time - Dearly Missed

#love them so much #a moment in time is the title because seeing the sunlight once more is gonna only be for a short period of time... #because karlach [spoilers] non blue ended #and astarion spawn ending #the two people who havent seen the sun in decades #enjoying the sunshine that was robbed from them when they were forced into servitude #i only wish we could have extended this time for them... i wish nothing but happiness for them #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion bg3 #karlach #karlach bg3 #bg3 karlach #astarion ancunin

[wazzi2ya]

Lucifer, ranting: Oh and he's so fucking infuriating! Thinks he can just waltz into that hotel, and into my daughter's life! Daring to argue with me, ME! The King of Hell! With his stupid coat and the ugliest fucking haircut I've ever seen, strolling around as if he owned the place!

Asmodeus, Sin of Lust, able to tell Exactly what is going on, pouring him a second margarita: Mhmm, tell me more, girl.

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #appleradio #pure kismesissitude with these two #ozzy is gonna outdrink a confession out of lucifer by the end of the night #alastor is doing the same with husk but husk doesnt care lmao #angel does tho he's the one egging him on at the bar #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #helluva boss #helluva boss asmodeus

[ash-and-starlight]

humble contribution

#basic: interpreting mizu’s gender based on what u think fits best #based wired inspired: interpreting mizu’s gender based on the ship so that it’s always a gay relationship #also whoever drew taigen’s nose Like That.. #i am forever thankful i need to kiss them with tongue #ode to taigen’s nose: page 1 of 204737835737493 #did i spend too long on this instead of just simply grabbing screenshots? look away #blue eye samurai #mizu #akemi #taigen #taigen’s top knot before it met its early end teach the angels how to sing baby 😔🙏 #ringo #my art #yuri is when there’s blood and themes yaoi is two blokes who do fuck all

[kithj]

good games i've played on itchio lately:

please tell me you love me - chat with your guild members for the last time before the game's servers are shut down

GIRLKILLER (covet) - there is a girl who looks like you, and today you're going to kill her

cover me in leaves - stuck in your small hometown, you get your first tattoo. and then a few more, and more, and more

don't rock the boat - play through the different perspectives of a women's crew team as they are stalked by something in the water

GUTLESS - you are the captain of a deep sea vessel. your mission doesn't go well

so, about last night... - you wake up sick and weirdly hungry after hooking up with someone at a party. you spend the next night trying to find her.

close the window, my love - short bitsy poem about closing the window. sound on! this creator has a lot of short bitsy works i recommend.

there is a beautiful star - just a short, cute side scroller. lots of short, lighthearted games from them, definitely recommend for a mood booster.

#these are all p short except for so about last night gutless and rock the boat #still not super long tho #these are all on my itch page too but whatever lmfao #also cringe i feel so awkward writing descriptions but i dont really have a lot to say personally #except. Good Game 👍 #also sorry recommending gutless a second time sue me #i think girlkiller is my favorite atm... i like the ambiguity in that one and two different endings #games

[boyhood]

I have another cat named Chowder and we found him living in our house under a couch. He has the biggest head my vet had ever seen and his tongue is too big for his mouth. 

#my cats are on the two ends of the cat spectrum: two are filled with arcane magic and the other one is this dude

[sourscratched]

quick comix of the little creatures

#dimension 20 #my art #burrow’s end #burrow’s end spoilers #honestly i think dr. steel is living the dream #just taking a stroll in the radioactive woods when two fuzzy little animals say hi to you and compliment your hair #and theyre even married and know what hats are?? absolutely incredible #anyway I agree with Rashawn and Brennan when knowingly about to break somebody’s reality Hey girl hey is the appropriate greeting

[hwashitape]

lungs, kidney, heart

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #danmeshi #kabru of utaya #falin touden #this is a scheduled post bc I won't be home when the episode drops #I have been sitting on this for three weeks I wanted to end it all #actually my favorite part of this chapter was when she smushed him underfoot #the fact that this is one out of two Falin and Kabru interactions… #she remembers Senshi I wonder if when she meets Kabru properly later she's like “the guy who stabbed me wow” #hwshln

[nothorses]

after having an entire hour long conversation with my coworkers about what "degendering" is, and the importance of using trans people's pronouns when you know them- rather than always defaulting to "they/them" no matter what- and still getting "they/them"ed by people I trusted not to fucking do that to me, I have decided that the name and pronouns circle of introductions for new additions to the group will now include the very clearly stated boundary that they do not use "they/them" pronouns for me.

your move, cowards!

#the positive end of this is that i happened to be the first non-cis person to introduce myself in the circle #and two nonbinary(?) people after me both followed suit & elaborated on like #which pronouns were okay AND which pronouns they actually preferred people use for them/how they use them #which was really cool!! #usually they've just given the list of which ones were okay #so it was nice to have the detailed insight and also nice to see them asset boundaries