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fishybehavior · 2 years

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Zane was frozen as he watched Jay scream. He was frozen in place, unable to help as Jay screamed in pain and defeat.

Jay was beaten and bruised from head to toe, barely able to stand as the one who caused him this pain only laughed at him. He was a big man with four arms, and a hook for a hand. He reveled in Jay's pain, as he was weighed down from his injuries and a heavy ball and chain attached to his ankle.

"All of your sufferings can cease, wish junkyard boy. Wish it all away." The man said his voice was rich with charisma and malice. But Jay only scowled as he wobbled on weak legs.

"Fuck you," He growled, "I'm not going to say it."

"If that is what you desire," The man answered turning away from Jay, suddenly Zane could see a ring of people surrounding the two, as the man moved out of the ring, he snapped his fingers and a large man with a cruel smile stepped into the ring. "How about another few rounds of scrap-and-tap before curfew?" The man in charge said the crowd of people cheered in answer. Zane watched as Jay flinched at the cheering. The larger man approached him swinging his fist toward Jay's face.

Zane gasped as he opened his eyes. Blinking he registered that he was in his bedroom, still dark as the sun hasn't risen yet. Turning his head he gave a sigh of relief as he saw his partner sleeping next to him. Safe, uninjured, and not surrounded by a bloodthirsty and cruel crowd.

Zane wrapped his arms around Jay, bringing him close to his chest. Jay groaned at the disturbance. "You ok?" He slurred, not opening his eyes. "You're freezing."

"Yeah. Just had a bad dream." Zane replied he was always colder after a nightmare or vision. But Zane took a few deep breaths to relax his powers.

Jay opened his eyes, "Do you need to talk about it?"

"No, it's still early. It can wait. It was only a dream." Zane said, hugging Jay a little tighter.

"Are you sure?"

Zane smiled, "Yes, besides we have a busy day, and you need your sleep."

"Uhg, don't remind me," Jay said, pushing his face into his boyfriend's chest. "We got that tv show recording way too early in the morning, that visit to the hospital for the make-a-wish kid. And knowing Wu, he's going to have us train for the rest of the day."

Zane chuckled, "Yes, we have quite a busy day, so go back to sleep." His boyfriend replied with a yawn, "Ok, but make sure you sleep too."

"Of course, I love you."

"Love ya' too snowflake," Jay muttered, quickly falling asleep again. His deep breaths were steadying for the master of ice. Zane didn't fall back asleep. He couldn't shake the feeling that something very bad was about to happen very soon.

#ninjago #zane ninjago #jay ninjago #technoshipping #tw injury #skybound #nadakhan #let zane have visions #it would be rad and ominous #my writing #my fic #fic #angst #there is hurt #and there is comfort #but not exactly hurt/comfort #ninjago s6 #:P #scrap-n-tap

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puppetmaster13u · 27 days

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Got an Idea based off of our Reblogs of @radiance1 Danny Reincarnates as a Clone Prompt.

But. What if, it's in Flashpoint timeline. Now you might say, but wait, isn't that timeline destroyed? Actually there was a continuity where it didn't, and we got to see more of Batman Thomas Wayne. But that's not what I'm getting at Because more importantly? At least for this? Kal is stuck in a lab under Metropolis, treated as an experiment and specimen. Like literally known as Subject 1. He's been there since the ship crashed as a baby, never ended up with the Kents, has never seen the sun or anything. He's kept in a room with red sun lights and is visibly Not Healthy. So why not add in clones to this?

Now does Danny know why he reincarnated? No. He doesn't really remember. What he does know? Is that he's physically baby. And he thinks he might be sick?

He's not to sure what's happening at first, vision not the best while he adjusts to suddenly being aware and able to move. But he recognizes labs. He recognizes cold halls and is understandably upset.

He sees himself in the glass- a tiny toddler with black hair and inhumanely blue eyes wrapped in a blanket that feels scratchy against his skin. Then he's in a room- more akin to a box with a wall cot- too big for him- a desk, and toiletries. And then there's a face peering down at him, gaunt face of a teenager- maybe young adult- looking starved, the same inhumane blue eyes wide in near awe and perhaps a hint of panic as they let out a raspy chuff.

What the fuck kind of place is he at...?

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #clone danny #flashpoint #de aged danny #match (dc)#kon el #this could be a very hurt/comfort story or a very angst/comfort one depending on shit #I will say Kal doesn't exactly act human & his english is very broken #If they can't create super soldiers the normal way then cloning their alien specimen could work #And look they even gave it the 3 successful ones for good behavior #Nothing could surely go wrong #Kal definitely makes a nest beneath the wall cot #But seriously if you've never seen Flashpoint Kal holy fuck the poor dude

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snekdood · 1 year

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There are genuinely people online that instead of actually bringing people to the left, at this point, would prefer that anyone who was previously not on the left but who tries to be *stays* outside of the left, because i guess its just easier to comprehend when the world is put into little shitty boxes you labeled for them instead of actually thinking for once and having the nuance to understand them. Like thats wild to me that theres people who would prefer you not be on the left or not try to be. Yall GENUINELY do not care about advocating for your side politically in any capacity. Its LITERALLY just a clique you've found yourself in. And theres nothing progressive about that or being exclusive, wtf do you think this shit is, a night club? Grow the fuck up, honestly.

#A whole lot easier to consistently point and laugh at the same person than to ever encourage them to change i guess #yall are weak #Yall wont get us anywhere and actively hurt progressive causes #And the worst part is most of the ppl like this are on tumblr and a lot of the people on tumblr absolutely suck as human beings #and never want to do anything about it either partially because they think theyre above any form of therapy 🙄#Idk. maybe its a comfort thing. Like things have to be exactly how they remembered them the day before or else they'll idk lose their mind #Like some of yall would prefer the world stays black and white and thats sad #Lets be honest. What it really is is you dont want to have to feel any potential guilt for treating someone as if theyre just #discardable trash when they werent.#Bc ur just oooohhh soooo perfeccctttt and it just fucks with your self perception when someone even inadvertently suggests #you did something wrong lmao.#yall wont survive in this world

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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more cfau miscellaneous things because Childhood Friends Danny and Jason have my head and heart always and I need to finish rewriting chapter two dammit (and redo the half-finished chapter 4 because its just Not The Vibes). i'm almost through I need to get through the graveyard scene. (i just stubbornly refuse to have it be shorter than the original chapter and thats the little death. that is the mind killer.)

Danny and jason’s ghost forms both smell faintly like burnt flesh and cigarettes. However, Jason has a more smokey smell while Danny’s smells almost,,, electrical? In a sense? Like he just straight up smells like burnt flesh and sulphur while Jason smells like someone put him in a smoker first.

It’s very much an unpleasant smell but Danny finds an odd comfort in it just as much as he finds a comfort in the smell of nicotine.

(Jason post-revival smells burnt flesh once and is immediately offput by the fact that it brings him an instinctive comfort. He doesn’t realize its because it reminds him of Danny, and is uncomfortable by it.)

In an au of an au, Danny’s altercation with Rath ends with Rath regaining enough of his sanity to snap out of the grieving state and ends with him breaking down. Instead of being souped and imprisoned, Rath, who is permanently 14, decides to Move On into the unknown. He’s exhausted, heartbroken, and tired.

(Is this influenced heavily by the ParaNorman scene where he talks to Agatha and helps her move on? Yes. But it doesn’t fit with the Original Storyline so im shoving it into an Au of an Au.)

Rath tells Danny that Jason lied to them (which he genuinely believes), and that he’s tired of waiting/looking for him/grieving. Jason is gone. He isn’t coming back, he abandoned them. And he wants his mom and dad, and his sister, and his friends. And he’s ready to join them.

He leads Danny out to Gotham, which other than Amity Park might’ve been the only city left untouched due to Rath’s own mental block on the place. They go out to the park he and Jason used to frequent or up to one of crime alley’s rooftops, and there Rath lies down and goes to sleep. Only to never wake up again, materializing into nothing as his soul moves on.

Before Rath leaves, he forces Danny to promise him that he’ll only wait for Jason for ten years. After that if he doesn’t find him, or if Jason doesn’t show, then Danny has to move on. Whether that be like how Rath does, or if its inly mentally/emotionally, doesn’t matter. He has to move on. Don’t wait for him. Don’t waste his time any more.

(“Oh, and if you find him, kick his ass for me.”)

Danny reluctantly agrees, and Rath lies down. Danny sings to him as he falls asleep.

(Angsty points if the vigilantes including Red Hood caught wind of their presence and were silently watching from the shadows. Rath might know they’re there, but Danny’s too focused on Rath to notice.)

(If only so that Red Hood realizes that this is what happened to Danny, and that Danny is gone before he can make things right. The tragedy, folks. The angst. The initial realization that Danny was Rath, and then also that Danny was dead and has been dead for years, and that before he moved on, he moved on believing that Jason abandoned him.)

(like i said it doesn't fit in the original timeline/storyline hence why its an au of an au and isn't nearly a fleshed out, but i was largely just focusing on the tragedy of Rath moving on and Jason being alive to see it and realize just who Rath is.)

Just like how the Lazarus pits shot Jason's twiggy 4'6-5'4 (depending on what you find) feet tall and 86lb ass up like a tree an essentially fixed his malnutrition, the portal did the same thing for Danny.

(granted i forgot about malnutrition and danny's likely stunted growth at first -- his family lived in crime alley and despite both his parents working, I don't think they had enough food all the time. He probably wasn't as badly malnourished as Jason was, but he wasn't healthy either.)

Granted his ghost in its "natural" state (14) is short, and his growth spurts were slow at first, it did result in him reaching his dad's height. There were points where it just happened overnight, like a baby. He went to bed one night 5’6 and woke up the next day 5’10.

Jazz is shorter than him. Although I have't decided if she's even liminal at all (and if she is, it didn't cure everything because she would have also suffered childhood malnutrition, and since in au canon their parents didn't get their hands on physical ectoplasm until after they got to Amity Park. So the exposure is less.)

Danny's voice absolutely sounds like canon Dan's. It kinda just dropped one day when he was 16-17 and never went back up. Sam and Tucker sometimes ask him to just talk about anything because they find his voice soothing.

I'm not sure yet how Danny would feel about it at first considering Rath, but I imagine that Rath, when he did speak, would have had a quieter and scratchier/weaker voice considering he's spent the last decade shrieking and crying.

(and i suppose technically that shouldn't have any effect on his throat considering he's a ghost and idk if that would actually affect him, but i like the idea so im keeping it)

In the beginning you could hear him from a mile away by the sound of his loud, echoing wails, but ten years later you can only really hear him by the soft, shuddering sobs he makes. Like he's gasping for air that isn't there. The future is full of very quiet survivors.

And it's much easier to speak when you pitch your voice upwards (especially when whispering/speaking quietly) so he might've spoken in a higher, airy pitch in order to be heard. So Danny might actually find a comfort in having a lower voice.

#tw mentions of gore #cw gore #i suppose this counts as gore #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dpxdc crossover #childhood friends au #cfau #really leaning into the idea of rath just being a horror. the horrors! i am delighted in the horrors!#im having fun with it #i swear to god turning 19 turned a switch on in my brain because i am much more comfortable with gore and heavy injury now than i was l #literally a year ago. the urge to write about some of danny's most horrific injuries in his fights is STRONG #like the hORRORS folks. *th horrors*. i dont think i'll ever write a dissection fic because that icks me out but the idea that danny's had #to stitch up his own throat because it got slit in a fight nd he cant shift back to human until he's done because his ghost will survive bu #his body wont #the idea that he's been impaled multiple times before and it hurts each fucking time but he still gets up and hurls the hurt right back in #equal measure. because that's how you wanna play? okay. lets play. he's 14 and his best friend is dead. he can play.#and the idea that all ghosts have 'corpse' forms where their ghosts look exactly like how they died. and danny is utterly unrecognizable #jazz being liminal or not just isnt important to me because she's barely gonna show up in the story anyways #same reason why i hardly use the headcanon that ellie becomes danny's daughter because what use is she to me like that? she'll hardly have #an impact on the story and i refuse to treat characters like props. if they can't help progress the story then they aren't included

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puddleslimewrites · 3 months

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Prompt #17

"So I'm not allowed to love you anymore? Is that it?"

"[Villain], no. No, that's not what I meant-" Hero sounded desperate. "Please, you have to understand-"

"Oh, I understand," Villain said fiercely. They wiped at the tears rolling down their face. Bloodshot eyes glared right into Hero's soul. "I understand perfectly well. Your job is more important than anything else. Even me."

"Villain, please-"

"No." Villain stated, firm and clear. "You want me to be less affectionate? That's fine. You don't want to be seen with me? That's fine, too. You don't want to be with me. I understand."

Hero reached out, pleading, as Villain turned to go. "I do, Villain, I do! Wait, please please-"

Villain didn't spare them the luxury of a backwards glance as they walked away.

#puddleslimewrites #heroes and villains #hero x villain #heartbreak #hurt/no comfort #owie :'(#writing prompts #writing snippet #writing prompt #this was suppose to be a snippet but its short enough to be a prompt #is there a word for a shorter snippet that isnt exactly a prompt?#is it drabble?#idk man

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lunar-years · 10 months

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did anyone ever write the fic where Rupert's scheme to get Cartrick/West Ham to incapacitate Jamie/injury him out of the game is successful? If so please drop me the fic links/recs my hands are wide open 👐🙏

#this is so exactly what I want to read tonight #just some beautiful classic jamie hurt/comfort #but i don't know if it exists or if it's something we just all talked about wanting to exist and then none of us wrote lol #ted lasso #jamie tartt

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rattlingmycage · 11 months

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I drew the aftermath of an rp writing scene bc I had some brainworms I needed to exorcise. It doesn't make a lot of sense without the context, but I tried to include some kind of explanation from the pov of the witch who acts as Hescrates' patron. This would be some time into the events of the game, where they would each have some respect for the other's skills, but not trust.

[Disclaimer - please don't repost this to other sites. I'm putting this here for people to enjoy, but if it leaves the intended audience I *will* delete and slip back under a rock for another 2y. ]

#astarion #hescrates #since I likely won't have time to draw everything I'd like I'll explain some of the subtext #i'd prefer that art speaks for itself but yknow life just be like that #hescrates catches his first manipulation but not the second #which is that he didn't intend to return the ring at a later time #he was keeping it as a distraction in case he fell out of their good graces #which is exactly what happened here #hescrates has a hair trigger temper especially for things related to the trade with the witch and being shitty tyrant is their go-to reflex #i also wanted to turn hurt/comfort on its head a bit. here the intimacy does not help #and it was not intended to help #instead the thing that deescalates it is a familiar object #one that astarion doesn't realize the significance of #artpost #comic

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crispywizardtale · 10 months

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#The amount of love and adoration that Thee has for Thai #the comforting hand in hair #that 7th gif is hurting me #he knew exactly what to say #and he didnt lie #they are so adorable #i hope they can get a bit more happiness #they deserve it #laws of attraction the series #laws of attraction #methee x thaenthai #pearl satjakorn #see parattakorn #asian bl #bl series #thai bl

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loveydovey-leviathan · 1 year

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(platonic) ftm mc that looks exactly like lilith (but masc). the brothers call them "sister" one time and they look upset that a: they're reminded of her passing and b: they probably confused mc, but then mc bursts into heavy sobs, and the brother is upset and confused since MC's not out as transgender yet

warning(s): drowning (in levi’s part), everything else should be mentioned in the request, but if i missed something plz comment :]

mc isn’t ready to come out yet in this

you/your is used

LUCIFER:

He didn’t mean to, he swore on his six wings. When he looked up and saw you sitting on one of his chairs beside his coffee table, he was reminded of Lilith- the way she would always come up to his office to check in on him the same way you do. The way you sat quietly looking through your D.D.D. was exactly how Lilith used to sit beside him as she read a book. The image in his head was a perfect recollection to remind him of what he failed to do, as though his own Father was trying to torment him even now.

The air is awkward, tense. Neither of you can look the other in the eyes, and he knows he should speak up and apologize. He is completely in the wrong here- and he knows full well the insecurity living inside you, that maybe everyone in this house are only friends with you because you look like their sister. But his mouth refuses to move and the silence stretches on for even longer.

And suddenly, he hears it. The heavy racking sobs made by the human in front of him, and every tear that rolls down their cheeks, every hiccup they let out as they struggle to breathe sent a knife right through his heart.

It seems that was the catalyst for him to finally take action- within seconds, he got up from his desk, walked to where you sat and pulled you in for a hug. He feels your tears staining his waistcoat and that somehow makes him feel worse, despite you being the one crying.

“I’m sorry, ( ___ ). I never should have called you by her name,” he pets your head like he always does in hopes of comforting you. Though it’s selfish, he hopes you understand he’s never been good at apologies.

It takes a few minutes, but you manage to calm down enough to speak. “It’s not just that, Lucifer. It’s…” you let out a heavy sigh- the sound is tired, and he knows at once that this is something you have carried on your shoulders for a long time. “I don’t know if I’m ready to tell you yet.”

Although he wants to say that you can trust him, he’s already hurt you tonight, and his gut is telling him that this isn’t something he can convince you to let out. “That’s alright, you can tell me when you are. There’s no need to rush.”

“...thanks, Luci. I umm- I need some time for myself,” to that, he gives you a subtle squeeze before letting you go.

“Very well, ( ___ ),” he says nothing else as you get up and try to leave, but just as you close his door, you hear another ‘I’m sorry’.

MAMMON:

Even he was surprised when he heard the word ‘sister’ come out of his mouth. He swore to himself to never compare you to her- knowing how you felt about looking just like their late sibling. And now he’s broken that trust, the look of surprise is evident on your face with just the barest hint of confusion, but what hurts the most was how it slowly turned into betrayal, and then suddenly- the tears started to well up.

He got up and hugged you before the first few tears even rolled down your face. He’s spewing apologies left and right, begging and hoping you knew he didn’t mean it. That he knows you’re not their sister and you never will be, you are your own person and he sees it as just that. Nothing more, nothing less.

He has to fight back his own tears as he comforts you, he’s hurt you, and in addition to that- the image of Lilith won’t leave his head.

He feels the sobs and hiccups that painfully shook your shoulders slowly start to subside, replaced with quiet weeping. He’s stopped apologising, instead doing what Lucifer does whenever he finds his brothers crying- soothingly rubbing their back with a few kisses to the head here and there.

He feels you slowly pull away from him, and when he gets a proper look at you- your eyes are swollen and rimmed red. It’s expected after crying for so long, but it still sends a heavy shot of guilt running through his entire body.

“I’ll leave ya alone, ( ___ ),” it hurts to say but he knows when he should go. He gives you one last head pet and a slightly pained smile before he tries to leave- before you stop him.

“Wait-” your voice is quieter than usual “I need to tell you something after we’ve sorted this all out.”

He’s a bit confused but he knows from your expression that what you’re going to tell him is important. “Ya can tell me anything, but yeah- I’ll wait.”

LEVIATHAN:

He would throw himself into Henry’s aquarium to drown if he didn’t know he could breathe underwater. He’s convinced he’s destroyed the only meaningful friendship he’s ever had and you’ll never talk to him again and you’ll hate him forever. And now he wants to cry and wallow in his own misery for a while because he’s reminded himself of Lilith and how she would always listen to him whenever he goes on rambles-

His tangent of self-hatred going on in his head is interrupted by the sound of quiet weeping, before it turns into full-on sobs. It takes a moment for him to stop thinking about himself and realise that he’s hurt you. That this isn’t about him and how he feels right now, that he should apologise for betraying your trust. He can cry later.

He slowly wraps his arms around you and tries to be as comforting as possible. Surprisingly very similar to Mammon in a sense- he spouts as many apologies as he can and focuses on trying to make you feel better. He recognises that he’s not doing a very good job but he prays you can see through everything.

“I uh- I kind of want to speak to you about something really important but,” he didn’t even realise you had ceased crying, but he makes sure to listen carefully. “I don’t think I’m ready yet, and I need time by myself.”

He automatically thinks it’s because of him, but he can deal with those thoughts when the two of you are alone. “Yeah, that’s okay. You can tell me anytime, and… umm- again, I’m sorry.”

SATAN:

It was… strange when he heard the word ‘sister’ fall out of his mouth, and perhaps what was even more so was the fact that when he looked at you, he saw her- despite being the only brother who never met her.

The sensation of mourning someone he never truly met- someone he only saw through the eyes of another person, was something he could never truly figure out. But he knows the confusion will never fully leave, so a part of him was at peace with it.

And then you’re crying. Tears stream down your face and splatter onto the floor despite your efforts to wipe them away. He can sort out his feelings when he’s alone; when the sobbing of one of the people closest to him has subsided- if only for a while. But there’s something more to your weeping, months of getting to know you have paid off it seems.

He’s always been good with words, he can make the sentences leaving his mouth sound like poetry and the eloquent way he says his words have always made people listen one way or another. But comfort has never truly been his forte, though he tries.

“I’m sorry, ( ___ ). It was a slip of the tongue but that isn’t an excuse. I can’t imagine how you must feel, I’m sorry.” He’s met with the calming sound of your sobs quieting down. “But if you don’t mind me asking… is there something else bothering you?”

You shake your head, but it doesn’t seem to be in disagreement. “I don’t want to tell you- not yet.”

“...I’m sorry.”

ASMODEUS:

He’s a master at hiding his true feelings, the millennia he’s spent practising- making sure his mask never so much as cracks. So to say he’s surprised when he calls you by his sister’s name is an understatement. And he struggles not to cry as you burst into sobs; by hurting you or by being reminded of his dearest sister, he doesn’t know.

But it seems your tears have triggered the ‘older brother’ extinct he has in him, because before he knows it, he’s scooped you up into a hug and buried the emotions threatening to bubble over and show themselves where they shouldn’t be seen.

“I’m sorry, hon. I don’t know why I said that” sugar-sweet words fall out of his perfect lips, but his throat is dry. He focuses on you as much as he can.

You manage to calm down eventually, the tears have stopped running and you’re left with swollen and red-rimmed eyes. He’ll make sure to treat you to a self-care day.

“I… need to say something, but I just- not now. Not tonight.”

BEELZEBUB:

He promised himself he wouldn’t- never compare you to her. You were your own person and he knew that, it was just so hard to look at you sometimes. Some days, it would only be at the back of his mind, somewhere he didn’t acknowledge. But other days, it was glaringly obvious- times when he looks at you and can only see Lilith.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” and he is. He always will be, he shouldn’t see her when you’re around, you’ve never deserved that. But it can be… difficult.

And then you’re crying. Sobs cut through the already incredibly tense air and the guilt inside his gut that he knows will always be there grows even larger with each tear. He’s not sure if he should touch you- be the reliable sibling he’s always been, someone people could always count on and pull you into a hug as you cry into his chest. Even if he’s the one who caused it.

So he stands there somewhat awkwardly as he apologizes over and over, and he can’t stop the tears from welling up in his own eyes.

It takes a while for you to calm down and even then, Beel is still crying. And though his vision is cloudy, he can see the blurry outline of you looking up at him- and suddenly he feels your arms around his chest.

The hug is short, but the shock is enough for him to stop his tears for a few seconds, but before he can truly register what you’re doing and how he doesn’t deserve it after what he said- he hears you speak.

“I need to-” a pause. Like you’re unsure you should go through with what you want to say. “...but not tonight. One day, maybe.”

BELPHEGOR:

He wants to thank you for… everything. Letting him out of the attic, forgiving him after what he did, bringing his family together. And he knows now that you’re wonderful, you’re nice and fun to be around- but he needs time away from you every now and then.

Especially now, when his dreams were plagued by the war and images of his sister falling from the heavens. So really it wasn’t his fault that you were the first person he saw after his nightmares, and could you really blame him for calling you by his sister’s name?

…maybe. But it really doesn’t matter if it was on him or not, because you’ve burst into sobs and he needs to fix his mistake. He’s never been good at apologies- always spoiled he doesn’t know where to start.

“...Sorry…”

He hesitantly pulls you into a gentle hug and rubs your back, trying to soothe you with a spell as you cry- all while he apologises. It seems to work, you eventually calm down to the occasional hiccup and a few sniffs.

But something else is bugging him, the look on your face when you woke him up was… nervous. He’s never seen that expression on you before. Just as you pull away, he asks.

“Wait, did you want to tell me something? You looked nervous when…” he drifts off before he finishes his sentence.

“...not today.”

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maegalkarven · 7 months

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I have the suspicion what the Cult of Murder wasn't very keen on healing/ had many healers around.

They probs had healing potions and scrolls and stuff, but do you think Durge would bother with them? Or would they, intimately familiar with the anatomy of the body, occasionally treat their own wounds with the cold precision of a surgeon?

What I have in mind is Durge casually sewing their own wounds shut with the first found rusty needle and something they deemed would suffice for a thread, Gortash seeing this horrific display and deciding enough is enough and taking the ordeal of healing this freak of an ally into his own hands.

#bg3 #the dark urge #durge #dark urge x gortash #durgetash #durge is not squeamish and they are very familiar with the way body functions #so in theory they could treat their own wounds just enough so they would die #it requires the cold detachment and not Caring that much about your own well being #but i think A cchild-weapon of Bhaal is exactly in that mindset to perform tasks like those #like why would they care if their wretched mortal bag of bones hurts or not?#is it moving? is it functions? then that's enough #i have the idea of durge not being allowed/offered any comfort/personhood #and as a result treating their own body as a tool #with the difference what they take better care of their daggers than of themselves #gortash seeing that and being like “what are you doing you stupid fucking bitch”#like at first he just needs his ally Not To Die from something dumb like infection from a blunt needle or bad care #and then he gradually starts to carw #like fr how someone care about themselves so little #a child of god no less #but the more he learns of durge the more he gets Why #and the more his affection grows the more it annoys him #wouldn't die*

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ftmsimonriley · 4 months

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thinking about how technically, simon riley is dead and there's another man's burnt up corpse in the grave marked with his name, taking up that spot next to everyone he ever loved.

and that sometimes ghost is less careful on solo ops, especially the sabotage ones where his only objective is to exfil at the end, nothing at risk if he were to die. and usually he had a good self preservation instinct, at least better than soap's, but on no hours of sleep, bruised and beaten and malnourished after surviving on MREs for days, the brief contemplation of is it worth it? often pops into his head.

and after coming back shot twice, a mistake that everyone, even those who hadn't heard his report, knew could've been avoided. and soap avoids him while he's stuck in the hospital, mad. and ghost is back to his old self, quiet and reserved and cooperating at the bare minimum. price forces them into the same room, too fed up with their bullshit to let them come back together on their own terms.

and after tense silence, there's an argument. and eventually, sleep deprived and comfort seeking, ghost admits. there's no one waiting for him, and no grave for him to go to. if there's nothing lost in the mission, then he didn't see why it was a big deal that his body would get lost in some other continent. he knows everyone would be sad, but they were always prepared to lose one another.

soap calms down, and their relationship slowly goes back to normal for the rest of the time that ghost is healing. cut to a few months later, ghost is healed and gone through the physical therapy needed to get back into shape. he's about to be sent off on another solo op yet again, as it is his speciality. and soap stops him right before he gets to the tarmac, still in his sleep clothes and horribly underdressed for the weather.

and he hands him a photo of soap and the cat he had back in scotland who stayed with his sister while he was away. a reminder of why ghost should always come back. it stays tucked away in his vest for majority of the mission, only taken out during his down time. and it does motivate him, and if it's the reason that he comes back significantly less banged up than usual, then no one but he and soap have to know.

#suicidal ideation tw #? maybe that's not exactly it but. well. ghost isn't well <3 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty #soapghost #ghostsoap #headcanons #angst #sorry i need angst to live ok #hurt/comfort

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