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zillychu · 3 months

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woke up from a dead sleep last night realizing I could make soroku flavored pitch pearl and no one could stop me

edit: you know what? I'm feral and I won't apologize. more under the cut bc this is my house

I slammed this out all at once so I apologize for the quality but I'm having EMOTIONS

so imagine. bc of the way Danny was quickly resuscitated, his ghost only barely started forming. With the excess blast of ectoplasm from the portal being created, that little whisp was given form even after Danny's soul returned to his body.

except this ghost (Phantom) slowly comes into consciousness while trapped in Danny's body. they're separate entities sharing one body, but Phantom doesn't really have a sense of self right away. he pieces together vague fragments of Danny's memory to get a basic understanding of the world, and is mostly just observing like a backseat passenger.

Phantom starts reflexively protecting Danny, his powers and instincts bleeding through when his emotions are high. Danny doesn't really transform, and his personality doesn't totally shift that much at first because Phantom’s mind isn't complex yet. but as time goes on, and Danny has tense conversations with ghosts, Phantom realizes that's what he is. he's a ghost, somehow trapped in his old body. and even now, this early on, he already feels separate. he doesn't have all the memories Danny has.

this slowly turns into horror. into rage. sorrow, mourning a life he never got and will never get to have. forever trapped behind the eyes of someone else, never able to interact with the world. Phantom's rage eventually boils over until it allows him short bursts of taking over Danny's body. it starts out small–a stray hand moving without his consent, knees locking up, ghost abilities going awry. Danny can start feeling emotions that don't belong to him. get vague impressions, almost hears a voice inside him.

and eventually, Phantom is able to fully take over. this is when Danny “transforms". at first, Danny blacks out because his consciousness isn't used to being shoved into the back seat. but eventually, he's awake for these “episodes", trapped in the back of his mind while Phantom controls his body. this only happens when ghost stuff is happening, when Phantom feels threatened enough. he's not protecting Danny, he's protecting himself. Phantom knows instinctively that if Danny dies, he dies too. he's not a normal ghost, he wouldn't be freed. he'd simply disappear.

at one point after a fight, Phantom can feel Danny struggling to take back control. and he talks to Danny for the first time, acknowledges he's there. asks how it's fair that Danny is the one that gets to exist. but Phantom is tired and weak, he slips back into the passenger seat.

over the next few days, he's able to start talking to Danny even while he's not driving. though he's not chatty, it's only when necessary. and Danny knows, can feel it across the link between them–Phantom hates him. the ghost he created is desperate to find a way to take over completely. and as time goes on, Danny realizes with horror that it might actually be possible for Phantom to do that. he grows stronger every day, can stay transformed longer, controls Danny's body with much more ease.

it's only through a chance meeting with Frostbite that Danny and Phantom fully learn what happened to them. Danny feels sympathetic towards Phantom now. this isn't a malevolent ghost, it's a person who was never given the chance to live. who's trapped. who has to watch someone else live a life they're just as deserving of.

and Phantom feels that emotion from Danny. is so shocked by it, he doesn't know how to handle it at first. it takes him a while to contemplate, to talk to other ghosts like Frostbite. until one day, Phantom realizes… he feels sympathy for Danny, too.

neither of them asked for this. both of them deserve to live. Danny didn't do anything wrong. they're both villains to each other's story. and if anything… doesn't Phantom owe his life to Danny in the first place?

Phantom takes over less often. Danny doesn't feel hatred from him anymore. anger, yes–but not aimed at him. in fact, Phantom starts controlling their body in little ways in order to protect Danny from things that aren't even dangerous. just to avoid pain that would only affect the human tethered to him.

it isn't long before they're separated, either thanks to another ghost or Danny's parents. they're thrown apart in the middle of a horrific fight, and when Danny sees Phantom's equally shocked expression, he's terrified.

this ghost that hated him for so long–at best, Phantom would leave him defenseless. at worst, surely some part of Phantom still wants to kill him for stealing away his chance for autonomy.

and yet, when fire rains down on them, Phantom risks it all to grab Danny and get them both to safety. they're still both shaken and stunned this is even happening, but Phantom is able to nervously be like shit shit shit okay stay here don't go anywhere or I can't protect you, okay?

after the fight is over and dust settles, Phantom offers Danny his hand. they stare at each other and god if this isn't the weirdest thing. like, uh, okay, what now? they decide to go see Frostbite, who confirms that they're fully separate now. they ask if there's any chance of merging again and Frostbite assures it's impossible.

Phantom asks, even if I overshadowed Danny? or stay real close? yes, it's nothing to worry about. they leave, and back in the quiet of Danny's room, they talk. Phantom isn't sure what to do. now that opportunity is in front of him, he feels paralyzed. Danny does his best to let Phantom know that… they might be separate now, but if he ever wants help or even just a friendly ear, he's here for him.

Phantom is quiet for a while. then says maybe he just needs to rest first. he'll think about it tomorrow. they're both exhausted and injured. Phantom asks quietly… if he could rest in Danny for the night.

Danny's shocked, and–really confused. Phantom blushes and is like I don't know what my haunt is yet, I don't know where to go, but I know… you're kind of my home. now that I know I can leave whenever I want, it's not something bad anymore. I miss feeling your heart next to my core, just a little bit.

and Danny is just as surprised when Phantom overshadows him, then quietly nestles into the passenger seat again. he didn't realize how he got used to feeling Phantom with him. it's a feedback loop of contentedness, and Danny sleeps easily. (they also find out while sharing a body, Danny gets to reap the benefits of Phantom's supernatural healing)

anyway that's all I got for now thank u for coming to my ted talk

#I'll be honest. it has interested me. I've read fics. I'm just more interested in other stuff for dp #but the prospect of pitch pearl 'enemies to friends also maybe they kiss about it' has me sweating nervously #the struggle and angst of defining yourself against your progenitor. the defiant sorrowful anger funneled into misplaced hatred #only to slowly realize your progenitor is a sweet person who didn't condemn you. they even fight for you to have your own agency #so once you finally have your own body you'll do anything to protect that person you've come to truly care about #and because you shared a body for so long. because you had the same origin. you know them as well as you know yourself #you're not incomplete but you still hold half of each other #HAHA WOW anyway I'm in danger :)#don't. don't look at me #should i even tag this. yeah okay #Danny Phantom #pitch pearl

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idyllic-affections · 9 months

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pantalone's child!reader & childe thoughts.

i think ajax treating [name] like... a normal teenager would be so important to them. they'd hate it at first, actually, because they were raised to just believe that they weren't. because they aren't. they're pantalone's fucking flesh and blood, the flesh and blood of the single richest and possibly most politically influential man in teyvat—of course they aren't normal; a good chunk of people want them dead, and another chunk wants to be in their favor. it's exhausting, but the truth is that they just aren't normal.

does ajax care?

absolutely the hell not.

and they would hate that at first, but they'd slowly become very fond of it, because... fuck. you know? like, there's actually someone who just sees them... as a teenager? there's someone who sees them as some kid from snezhnaya? and that's it?

ajax would teach them all the little things his parents taught him growing up—ice fishing, cooking, and hunting... although, they aren't quite strong enough to handle the last one. they tried, though, and ajax is very proud that they did!

he spoils them like he spoils his own siblings but honestly, they really don't care much for that behavior. what they care about is the fact that he sees them, which is unfortunately something that even their own father may struggle with sometimes.

(in his desperate attempts to ensure that they will never have to experience poverty like he did, he has a tendency to overlook their emotional needs. he makes up for it, though! usually. usually.

when he doesn't, it stings. and they remember it. they remember every single time it has ever happened.

let's just say there are a lot of complicated dynamics i haven't touched on when it comes to the regrator and his child.)

ajax is literally just the chill older brother that they need sometimes. and it's cute.

i don't know, i think [name] needs to be treated like any other teen every now and then, and ajax is the perfect one to do it.

#aphelion speaks 🌸#hmmmn.nn..... thinking thoughts #wow a fluff post in this format for once?!?!?!?#usually when i post in this format its bc i had an angsty thought LMAOO #surprise!!!!!!!#not today <3 #well ok #it's SLIGHT angst

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well-dressed-sewer-rat · 1 year

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(tw blood)

just a silly little guy <3

(explanation in the tags + more stuff under the cut because i’m indecisive as hell)

#the rat doing an angst art for once?? damnn #was gonna shove fyodor’s body in there too but i couldn’t get it right and was unfortunately out of fucks to give #anyway this is based on a possible ending to bsd me and dia came up with the other day #basically the classic nikolai-kills-fyodor-but-doesn’t-know-where-to-go-from-there trope #but instead of nikolai’s despair manifesting as just ‘damn. now what’#he realizes fyodor was indeed not the thing keeping him from his freedom and neither was the government the law society etc #kolyas definition of freedom is being above literally anything and everything that could possibly hold him back #in simple terms. he’s trying to be a god without realizing it #hence why he treats normal human emotions such as guilt and regret for his crimes as chains holding him down #and shoves them under a cardboard personality that doesn’t experience these at all #so now that he realizes he himself is the only thing stopping him from attaining his definition of freedom #he’s like oh shit does that mean the very reason i’ve been living was nothing more than an illusion? and other misc mental breakdown vibes #if you read all that. damn wow i mean thanks #i diagnose you with gogol stan #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #nikolai gogol #nikolai gogol bsd #bsd nikolai gogol #nikolai bsd #bsd nikolai #bsd gogol #gogol bsd #bsd nikolai fanart #bsd fanart #fyolai #tw blood #bsd [rat edition]

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blizzardstarx · 2 months

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the silly!!

#blizz's art #cat!vanessa au #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly #wow catnessa smiling for once #heres a quick happy art of her after the insane amount of angst i drew #(im not sorry) bahahahahahah

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dracomeir · 3 months

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Incubus Boyfriend Reference

He stole Pico's chair. Oh, no.

Aftermath of prologue below

Not wanting Pico and his friends to discover his curse, Boyfriend wandered from city to city to stay off the SCF's radar. He tried to gain energy the usual way, but nothing he tried worked. He had no choice but to take someone's soul once in awhile to continue living. He eventually accepted the fact he'd be cursed forever, and was going to go back to the underworld with the slim hope of Zarcorin's forgiveness when he saw an ad. In the city Starlight Amity, a program to improve the reputation of demons was going to start soon.

The emotional support demon program offered training for any demon who wanted to stay on earth permanently. Boyfriend saw this as a chance to put his innate ability to sense other's moods to a better use. He took him longer than other demons to learn everything, but he pushed through in the end. When he finally got his first assignment, he was surprised to see Pico. He hated how the light in the ginger's eyes were barely there, and saw that his soul was still damaged from back in college. He saw this as a chance to redeem himself. Despite his former partner's protest, he insisted on being his emotional support demon. He asked him to put an anti-magic bracelet on him so he could prove that no magic will interfere in their strained relationship. Pico was surprised the incubus would so readily give up his main form of defense so easily, and accepted his deal after a little more convincing from his foster father. As the paperwork was being completed, Boyfriend realized one thing:

He was already hiding something from Pico again. Will he be able to tell him before another misunderstanding occurs?

#fnf #friday night funkin #fnf au #fnf renegade detective #fnf bf #fnf boyfriend #incubus boyfriend #bf x pico #angst #character lore #oh yeah he wears only one earring #wow bf studying for once? omg #dracomeir's art

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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year

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Okay but like Peter Parker reincarnated as dick grayson angst

#peter parker #dick grayson #nightwing #spiderman #Me in my little head listening to music and suddenly it auto fills a gap that wasn't even there and now I can't stop thinking about it #batman #story prompt #fic prompt #Fic idea #The angst would be juiciest if he didn't keep his powers #So like he's always pushing his body further to try and gain back just an inch more of what he had #Because even as spiderman he was too slow or weak to save everyone and he never realised just how dependent he was on his spider sense #At first he's living the dream with alive loving parents and acrobatics and travelling the world in peace #He's crushed when they die. In a way spiderman could have so easily prevented with his webs. He had to watch AGAIN. He's furious #With his experience from his previous life he latches onto batman and creates Robin from that. He balances school and hero life once more.#He becomes night wing when Gotham grows too dark and stifling. He needs out. To be a solo hero again. He hates that he has to leave batman #But at least he's alive to be mad.#When he gets siblings wow new experience!! Batman parenting normal kids is Such a bad idea but he'd die for them!#Then everything cascades and batman goes from iron man/daredevil to punisher/black widow and Jason doesn't want to listen #Even tho he died too and it hurt and b had a bio kid and he's batman until he isn't and he misses aunt may and still he loves being alive #Because spiderman was killed #And nightwing is older than he will ever be

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fourteenthz · 3 months

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Greetings and farewell for the fic meme hehehe

sophie!! sorry for taking so long with this one!! my weekends are always a mess lol but tysm for the ask heh <3

contrary to popular belief, I do write ancients fluff too ?? it’s easier to write drama and the title DOES suggest otherwise but this fic is just like multiple times that azemet are disgustingly sappy and head over heels for one another. I have a hard time picking snippets so I cut a bit of one of the parts but still,,,,,, here, take 2k words of speculation about convocation customs and azemet.

wip roundup :)

A selfish thought, really, one that is interrupted as white robes of his colleagues approaches him by touching his shoulder and quickly entering his personal space. Emet-Selch, as a reflex, only sighs and lets the smile fall off his lips as the previous Fandaniel passes by him with a smile and waves at him as he walks down the staircase and then towards the door. Lucky him, having fulfilled his duty with so much confidence, he thinks. These thoughts are immediately voiced as another white-robbed soul approaches him.

“Never seen him this happy,” There's a soft voice speaking by his side, and he doesn't have to look up to recognize whose cheerful voice this was from. Emet's eyes fall back to the lower floor as the previous Fandaniel hugs the newer one, one last time, before walking out of the capitol by each other's side. Probably one last farewell, from one mentor to his pupil. It seemed bittersweet in Hermes' eyes, and Emet-Selch still can't understand why. “Are you still unsure?” That same voice insists.

He is. There's no way young Elidibus will understand any of his worries, or anyone else for the matter of fact — having witnessed whatever happened in Elpis, because neither does he — but he still shakes his head as he looks back at this young colleague of his. He almost seems excited at the celebration, blue eyes shining under the golden reflections around them, and it almost eases Emet-Selch's own heart.

Elidibus nods back at him, knowledgeable of his answer, and then sheepishly looks back at his hands, as if he's about to ask for something. Having picked up part of his mannerisms, Emet could even tell who this was about — as the younger's eyes seemed to get brighter and his mouth opened and closed quickly before he could figure out what to say, unlike the emissary who takes charge at their meeting every moon or so.

But then, the sound of the capital's door opening catches them off guard, only to be stopped by another hand by Emet-Selch's shoulder — and by the by, he hoped they'd stop with this habit sooner — he dares to hope, before Loghrif smirk is now on his vision, covering anything behind her by the wall her body makes linked with Mitron in some kind of hug they always seem to be tangled on. In front of the entire Convocation and without any necessity to do so. It always uncomfortably makes Emet-Selch's face twist, as he convinces himself how unprofessional he feels about all this in a vain attempt to not envision himself doing just the same.

“I'm always glad to know your efforts were wasteful, Emet-Selch.” She speaks, leaning her head above Mitron's and smiling wider. “It's always good to celebrate together, you included, believe it or not.”

Emet sighs, his hands finding his hair to push it backward in an exasperated manner, slightly pulling his mask off and scratching his temples.

“It's not a necessity. I thought we could've moved past it.” He shrugged, finally looking back at the younger of the four of them still standing close by his side. “Be that as it may, some enjoy it, so there's no need to terminate this tradition.” He nods at him, knowing that this white robbed soul loved those as much as his dearest friends does, and how that topic was exactly the one he would touch if they were not interrupted by the pair by their side

Elidibus quickly looks back at the floor, probably embarrassed for a second before he laughs it off. “We share this logic.” He speaks more formally now that they are in the presence of others. “Fortunately, Altima does a great job putting this up so quickly.”

Loghrif laughs again, her hands finding Elidibus and ruffling his hair before speaking something back with a hint of tease at Emet-Selch, following this habit of hers. However, as soon as her hands go in front of him, Emet-Selch’s eyes widen instantly as he hears a familiar laugh echoing through the halls. It's not as loud as Loghrif, but the tone of it makes his attention shift immediately from the pair to the crowd that extends through the building. It wasn't loud enough for him to catch it well, but he knew he was right in recognizing her even if he was deafening for an instant — and in this instant now, he was a little too impatient to look at it carefully. It compels him to look for her soul, rather than the mess of white hair like he usually does, and he finds her in a second.

Standing on the left side of the main hallways, already surrounded by another's soul he didn't care to recognize at the moment, he finally focused back on his vision and found her face already looking up at him. By some miracle, she was already using her mask without him having to warn her about it, but the angle of her head, followed by a tilting to the side, and the smile growing wider shows him that he had already been spotted by her before he could do so. He was outsmarted, as she loved to say, and he stood there frozen for a second before the group by her side excused themselves away, and she nodded back at them, eyes quickly returning to him.

The world doesn't stop, as much as it feels like it does, but Azem doesn’t move from her place either. She crosses her arms, looking up at him, smiles turning into a teasing smirk as she watches him, knowing at how his mind uncomfortably goes through a million thoughts. The world doesn't stop because in her gaze Azem instantly seems to pull him to a different universe, away from the people around him, where there can be just the both of them. He grounds himself by putting his hand above Elidibus' shoulder, only to go after that feeling by himself.

“I trust you don't mind me leaving if you excuse me,” he says, not realizing he just cut off Mitron's mid sentence before walking off from between both women and going directly downwards the stairs. He doesn't notice how the pair looks back at Elidibus confused, and neither how amused the younger one looks before he's far away into pulling himself between the crowd and towards her.

He can hear her laugh again, and he isn't sure how, but he does, as he jogs his way and then, suddenly, feels a damn hand on his shoulder again. He had to hold a curse back before he stared at the owner of such a firm grasp over him.

“Do you have a moment?” He doesn't, but Lahabrea is the one asking, so he feels obliged to stop on his tracks.

“Working in the middle of our celebration, Lahabrea?” He asks back, his voice slightly sarcastic, masking how he truly feels like excusing himself from this conversation.

“You mind?” Now, at this exact instant, he really does.

“Not in the slightest,” he lies, checking one last time as he notices her soul moving away from her previous spot. He sighs in defeat and indulges in the conversation for a moment.

“I have been meaning to talk to you about... my particular work, back in Elpis.” He started, somewhat unsure on how to explain, which seemed strange considering he was doing so in such a crowded place. “Not today nor here, but if you're free sometime this week, I'd like to take your time.”

Emet-Selch was free this week about ten minutes ago, not so much anymore, but he'd have to deal with it himself. He would do it, of course, because with how anxious Lahabrea seemed about this, it was important. Before he nods in agreement, he starts again.

“Just, I would ask for your discretion about it — especially with her. She probably knows more than I'm willing to share, things I would rather if you didn't know.” Lahabrea confesses, almost amused, but nothing visible about it on his face. Makes Emet-Selch confused for a moment until his eyes go past him, “speaking of which.”

And then, a warm hand not only touching but holding onto his shoulder, with a gentle and still firm grasp, squeezes him above his robe.

“Gentleman,” it's sarcastic and still sweet with the soft tone that's somewhat unlike how this familiar voice usually carries. It still warms his entire self. “Would you mind if I stealth him for a moment, Speaker.”

Lahabrea chuckles out a scoff, tapping Emet-Selch's arms before nodding. “Sometime this week, yes?”

“With how pressing it seems, I'll return to you tomorrow.” He speaks, trying to mask any excitement. How embarrassing.

“Of course,” Lahabrea speaks back, not buying his acts at all, and nodding back at Azem. “See you.”

He's out of sight in an instant, and just when he sighs and starts with “Are you making a habit of this? Interrupting others-” her arm is linked with his and pulling him away through the crowd. He spills a curse or two through the way, though Azem only chuckles in response to it.

Emet-Selch lets himself be taken away, pulled by Azem running like a child until she enters one of the smaller rooms by the side of the great halls and lets go of his hands. He lets himself fall back and close the door behind him, leaning back at it while watching as she turns around back at him and smiles, a few fulms away from him now, the distance finally closing by her own body slowly going towards him.

“Impressive how much enjoyment you take in being so...” He speaks, trying to sound as he did seconds ago until she finally gets to him, pulling her body the closest she can get while resting both hands by the side of his mask — to which his hands quickly find her wrists, holding her gaze. “reckless.” He finishes his sentences.

Holding her arm in place doesn't stop her hands from pulling his mask out, he realizes. Azem’s left hand is holding it by his shoulder now while the other rests by the side of his face, her thumb caressing his cheeks and his eyes as soon as he lets his eyelids fall shut. It stops on his temple, and his eyes open up to her smile a lot closer to his.

“You do seem to enjoy it as well, so why wouldn't I?” She whispers quietly, and Emet just hums in back for a moment, noticing how her hand keeps playing with his mask and poking his shoulder non stop. This, he realizes, this he doesn't mind.

“Point taken.” It's clearly enough an end of conversation for her to nod back just quickly before leaving a light peck over his lips.

And then another down his jaw, close to his neck, before grinning back her way up to rest their foreheads together when he groans in annoyance. Azem laughs, nudging the tip of her nose by his chin so her mask could fall back — and though she still kept holding his, her black one falls on the floor — which causes Emet-Selch to sigh and take his free hand and hold her chin so she could stare back at him. She looks like a child, cheeky smile over her lips and mischievous reflecting into her eyes. How done he is, for anyone else now except for her — for this smile, this glimpse over her eyes and that burning soul. His hold tighter slightly, and her smile grows wider while he pulls her lips to his.

“I'm afraid you have forgotten your obligations as an amaurotine, dearest.” He whispers above her lips, and Azem brushes hers above his.

“Bold words for someone not following the protocols either,” she giggles, his hold eases slightly to hold her jaw now.

“It was against my will.” His voice is unreadable for anyone, except for her. Azem could clearly hear the stiffness he forces out, formality out of nowhere, and his eyes fixated on her own — self-control at its finest. Effortlessly tough, contrasting with the way his other hand found her waist.

“And since when do you, Emet-Selch, allow yourself to be coerced like this?” She asks back, and he almost rolls his eyes because — clearly, by the smile above her lips and the way her eyes shine with proudness where his eyes fell over — Azem knew the answer and the reasons why those exceptions were made in the first place, and for who.

“I'm not boosting your ego.” He answers, sounding annoyingly charming.

“Aw, come now!” She laughs, pulling her weight down while her hands hang around his neck now. Emet groans by surprise, and she brings their faces closer. “I deserve that much. A welcome back gift, even — seeing you didn't prepare anything else to greet me with.”

He huffs now, pulling her closer while he exchanges their places so he can cage her against the door — hand still on her face while his right one supported his weight on the door so he wouldn't crush her, not that she ever minded, he knew. “Now, aren't we ungrateful,” he scoffs quietly, trying still to push back the smile that creeps over his lips. “I let myself be dragged by the convocation hallways, away from serious matters that should be discussed. You take my mask off, mock my title while doing so, and here I still am. Being so patient with you.”

“You did allow it yourself, Emet-Selch.” She speaks his name quieter and a lot slower back at him.

The truth is out and, just then, Emet realizes that if he dared to talk back to her now he would end up boosting her ego, after all, there’s just so much he can try to mask; not that she bought any of it.

With the frown gracing his features now, Azem realizes he's running low on banter. He doesn't speak back, but his eyes fall back over her lips, and his hand caresses her cheekbone before his thumb falls from her chin to rest above her throat — his hold is a lot softer now, just as his eyes. Still, the certainty was visible. There's not a discussion to be won, but he still lost, and when this happens, he finds very little patience to do anything else.

So, to put him out of his misery, Azem pulls both hands down his hair and rests them above his chest. “Hades,” she calls softly. He doesn't hum as a reply, nor does his eyes leave her lips, but his grip tightens and loses it in response. “Take me home, will you?”

He doesn't answer either, but now anyone who'd seen could see his prompt reply — how the dark clouds engulfed both of them until there was not a single trace they'd been there save for the dark mask forgotten on the floor.

#again. remember I don't proofread until I'm done with it and i'll only be done with this one once I convince myself to not make #the last farewell be on the final days LMFAO I'm really trying to go only good vibes on this one chief... the angst in some other parts are #just harmless. I'm trying to give emet-selch the fluff he deserves for a bit but MAN this prompt is just so fitting for azem and sundering #angst needs you know... also this part was written like few months ago before the tales of dawn and pandae so sorry if something feels off #anyway. giggles at them. everyday thinking about emet being obsessed with azem is permanently damaging my brain but that wont stop me.#again TYSM FOR SENDING THIS ONE!! sorry for all typos + 2k words thrown at u etc etc hehe hope this makes sense !!#ask game #my writing #kelly says #wol posting #edit: also wow like they are REALLY on each other on this one you guys... it's not near suggestive but they are like ON each other a lot by #the end... idk I just thought it deserved a heads up?? I'm usually lowkey on the fics I post lol this is one is NOT one of them :)#aethergazing

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lucascsinclairs · 1 year

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#:)#it's the angst edition of this poll #but you can pick the level #i love the atmospheric dark blue lighting of their episode 9 scenes it's fun to gif (once i get it bright enough first)#but wow is it angst central once you get past the adorableness of the note scene #i have been mostly avoiding giffing those scenes for a reson #but here we are. finally getting to them #poll #mine #kaisa talks

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the-kipsabian · 7 months

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do you ever just bang out 2,5k long fic that youre projecting your anxiety into in the middle of the night hours or is that just me

#i have things i need to process clearly lol. idk if this one will see the daylight before its actually canon in the story but yeah #its fun when you know what you gotta write and its almost 4am and youre like. fuck it lets go #and then you write a few thousand words in under two hours. and its just kinda coherent and nice #i say nice as in wording and structure wise this whole thing was just comforting angst lmao #anyways. is this just me orrrr #i really need to sleep wow its almost six haaaa fuck having a sleep schedule once again i guess #night is an absolute mess on main

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transingthoseformers · 8 months

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wHAT do you have against Chomedome let my man rest he has been though enough sobs (this is a joke)

Let's be real, this is technically JRO's fault. Finally reading the comics has instilled in me a new appreciation for Domey that the fics did not prepare me for.

#maccadam #transformers #mtmte chromedome #through all the cdrw fluff i was hit by the angst like a cement truck once i was introduced to canon #i don't give him enough love and i apologize for that #like wow i did not expect how much he was going through it #but hey we know on this blog i have more of a tendency towards hurt/comfort than hurt/no comfort #he'll get his better days

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mathcs · 8 months

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PHASE TWO. no man is an island. but if i were, would i really be alone? on that day when we met again by the sea, i thought i found you. / @ervaurem

'I'm saying I'm not her.'

Then, where is she? She's alive, right?

'I don't... know.'

... I'm leaving.

'What...? To where, exactly? You can't just leave now of all times. What am Iー what are we supposed to do now?'

Handle it yourself.

. . . .

The flames were everywhere. They were angry and loud. In the smoke, Jude staggered, trying to find stability. One, twoー and a third step forward. The once lush greenery suffered around him, already turning into ash. His lungs begged him to walk faster. Even though he'd just made it outside. Somewhere behind him was the crashed mobile suit he'd been inside. It was a pathetic sight.

He thought he'd died.

His head was pounding. His entire body hurt. He felt sick with exhaustion, wanting nothing more than to just pass out again. So, dead? Clearly, that wasn't the case. But he couldn't stop moving. In his hazy mind, there was something he had to know first. He had to know if he were imagining it.

Someone else had crash landed like him, hadn't they? Someone else he'd followed here.

He stopped walking. There it was, in front of himー another mobile suit wreckage. Then, from that direction, he sensed movement. The movements were familiar. They were from a silhouette. That silhouette was familiar, too.

A person.

He felt it again. Closer. That feeling. Because of the way they were ( the two of them ). The feeling that had been born from that. From that time. It was here now. He remembered it. Despite the cruel fact that he hadn't felt it in so long. Jude's heart raced. With what emotion, he didn't know. It hurt inexplicably. But that didn't matter. Even without a name, it wanted to crush him. That was fine. He didn't mind. So he tore off his helmet. It fell into the dirt as he walked closer.

It has to be him. And then, he pointed the pistol at that person. Don't lie to yourself.

"STOP!" But his voice shook, fury aimed at himself. "Move, and I'll shoot!" It wasn't possible. Someone that was dead, someone gone, someone he couldn't even fucking buryー

Please, just this once. Let it be you.

#ervaurem #long post #oh good god. i am ok!#and ofc the thread title intro wrote itself immediately in 2 seconds as usual THX JUDE MUSE GDI #since this is almost immediately after the “actually m.illa f =/= mill.a m” angst plot twist- jude is once again losing it #and having friendship divorce era with everyone in the bg [srw foreshadowing intensifies]#but now he's already desperately hoping it's law :'') the moment he's able to see helmetless law will be :dangar:#also wow! the first fbomb in the emotionally charged narration 💀💀💀 since we were talking about it #𝒗 : 機動戦士X2ガンダム PHASE TWO: UC 233. when we stopped being together

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fiendtheanonymous · 4 months

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Over 8k words into my "oneshot" now and the gremlin in my brain is telling me to stop because it's cringe. 👍

#ramblings #What Once Was #it's an absolute angstfest I cannot write shit that isn't angst #gonna do my best to push through the cringe barrier and remind myself that cringe is dead 👍#ughhhhh I hate how I feel like this when I make anything ever #I could be cooking and be like 'wow this salmon dish you're making? cringe!'#an incessant little demon in my head that exists to call me cringe fail

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supcrsxnic-cxmct · 1 year

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The cruel and heartless jeering of the anons, them declaring Comet to be weak because he was rightfully terrified of a gun being fired in his general vicinity, falls on deaf ears, since the hedgehog refused to respond to them, or much of anything right now.

Well, if there were any candidates for deserved death by gun, it’d probably be those anons.

#🐱⯮ wow u guys love seeing comet suffer huh? :/#🐱⯮ cant the boy have like... a hug??? for once???#🐱⯮ he's literally 13...#🐱⯮ and this is coming from someone who enjoys angst...#☄️⯮ a supersonic blue comet ⯏ comet interacts ⯮☄️

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blackcatanna · 1 year

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I've never really done my own personal art work (as in, not for a company) with the intention of showing it to an audience and I'm really shocked by how quickly my mood will shift from, "Oh, this is great and I'm loving where this is going! Can't wait to share it!" to, "OH DEAR GOD HOW CAN I EVER THINK OF SHARING THIS TRASH WITH ANYONE? I MUST FIX IT! HOW CAN I FIX IT? I LACK THE SKILLS! THERE'S SO MUCH WRONG WITH THIS. MAYBE IF I OBSESS OVER IT FOR HOURS, I CAN MAKE THE PROBLEMS DISAPPEAR AND ONLY THEN CAN I BE RID OF THIS DEEP, CRIPPLING SHAME," while working.

I thought I'd share in case any other artist people can relate because I feel like a lot of artists on social media maintain this veneer of effortless perfection. Really pisses me off when people post a beautiful, coloured, shaded, fully rendered illustration with perfect line art and then the caption is something like, "Just a quick doodle :P "

...like... bitch, that is not what a doodle is! Doodles can be really amazing and beautiful but don't call a finished illustration a doodle to minimise the amount of effort you put in. It creates a culture where it becomes shameful to put effort into things and makes other artists feel shit.

I want being proud of your art (or any work) and the effort you put in (even if it's turned out kinda "bad") to be normalised more, I think. It's weird to me that I take way more psychic damage from art social media than regular social media...

Maybe I care more about likes and stuff than I thought and would admit to myself, too... Like, maybe if my art got more than, like, 2 likes on tumblr then the psychic damage from exposing myself on social media would be healed by that sweet sweet positive engagement serotonin... I really hate to think that, though, because chasing social media approval is a dark path I don't want to go down... X_X

Anyway, yeah, this rant got out of hand! I think it's important for me to acknowledge and explore my own insecurities for the sake of my mental health and if anyone else can relate then know that you are not alone!

And if anyone is reading this and wants advice on how to banish the insecurity demons, I find that the best way is to spend time with other artists. Interact with them as human beans! Share struggles with each other! I always come away feeling better after spending time with my artist friends, ESPECIALLY ones who are amazing and successful because they face so many of the same issues as little old me. They're not some faceless deity shitting out flawless images and then depreciating them with dismissive captions.

#art angst #the likes shouldn't matter #but when I've been up all night and the demons in my head start piping up like: Maybe your art is just bad though?#then it's easier to believe them when they have receipts like: Wow this piece you spent hours on didn't get a single like #you MUST just be delusional #they must be seeing something horrible that you can't see because you don't have the EYE #you should never have been an artist #I can't believe you were arrogant enough to think you could make it #oh I should add some advice on how I deal with these insecurities LOL #the secret is friendship of course #learning and growing together is very powerful #I treasure my university friends <3 #we all had to design characters together and it was THE BEST #together as in at the same time not like a committee #early morning rant #i have not slept #because I was up late minutely and obsessively adjusting the eyeball of one of my characters because I had been staring at her for too long #and my brain kept telling me that her eyeballs were wonky #that's what prompted this post #ONCE YOU THINK SOMETHING WITH A CHARACTER'S EYES LOOKS OFF THEN NO POWER CAN MAKE IT LOOK RIGHT TO YOU I SWEAR #angst angst angst #ranting #late night ramblings #well actually morning ramblings #just needed to get that off my chest #verbose as usual :)

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