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#commence the angst
big-friendly-birb · 6 months
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Illusions of Light ✨
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abbeyofcyn · 1 year
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Krang infection 9
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zal-eska · 24 days
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Unchained Melody [Chapter 3]
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Summary: “You really shouldn’t tell me more about their plans, you know.” Husk frowned and went back to staring down at his cards. “I’ll listen to anything else except for what their plans for souls are.”
“What? Why? You love hearing me rant about Val.” Angel was confused and tried his best to make eye contact with his stubborn friend.
“I do,” Husk sighed and slouched his shoulders. “But hearing their plans is a different thing entirely. A thing that Alastor could use over me, that I would then have to tell him and put you in danger.”
Angel was lost for words at Husk’s response. He had never actually thought too much about their situation, mainly focusing on the bond they form over each of them having sold their souls.
He didn’t even realize they were owned by rivals.
“Oh, yeah… right.”
OR
Angel and Husk face the consequences of each being owned by enemies.
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feathersontheclyde · 8 months
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"You really are head over heels for this girl, aren't you?" ... for chloe, hehe, sending you prompts from my prompt tag. (oh god, this smells like angst though.)
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After Rachel spoke Chloe turns to her mid-laugh after watching Max fail to catch a cheesepuff in her mouth for like 100 yards away or some shit despite Warren's laser accuracy and it takes her a minute to realize what she just said but once she does it only makes her go straight back to laughing and scoffing. " Max? No. Not head over heels but she is my best friend. " She squints and nudges Rachel in the shoulder. " Where did that even come from? That was hella random. "
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chiyoso · 7 months
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i think i'll discontinue the mara's will
i've talked about this before, i voiced my own thoughts about the series - but to those who don't recall or haven't seen it, it's honkai star rail fic purely based on raw inspiration from a song (tot musica from one piece, by ado) accompanied with the growing interest of honkai impact 3rd again.
i enjoyed writing that fic immensely, and i had intentions of ONLY making it as an open ending to a chaos, the ending of chapter 1. it was very much intentional as i previously stated.
but then the overwhelming support and a tremendous amount of asks and commente for it to be continued happened.
resulting in my people pleasing problem to resurface, so i listened when i shouldn't have, giving myself to the pressure and expectations, instead of letting it stay the way it is, not to mention - even with the xianzhou arc over, or... somewhat since the appearance luocha in the end, i have no idea where the mara's will, will lead.
i can't muster up any ideas for it right now, maybe because i'm in a state of burnout once again, or maybe the expectations for it, or perhaps it is a series that is already probably forgotten lmao - either way idc, my brain is tired trying to force ideas about that series, a series that was originally supposed to be an open ending oneshot for YOU to imagine yourself.
don't get me wrong, the support was more than fulfilling, it brought me joy, but i honestly shouldn't have listened to the pleads, i should've listened to my own needs and instinct.
it was perfect as it is, but in the end, i chose the variety's choice instead of my own satisfaction — and that is a failure to myself, doubting my own ideals and creativity, denying my own will.
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— Via. The Mara's Will; Jing Yuan's threat dialogue in CH1
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creative-shine · 19 days
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waiting for this story to make me cry again it's been a while. please I want to be miserable, give me angst
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Ce n’est pas son premier enfant mais cette fois-ci, c'est différent. Elle sait qu’elle ne survivra pas à cet accouchement. Elle pousse, crie, son ventre se déchire en deux. Des larmes de feu lui brûlent le visage. Ses hurlements se perdent dans la nuit vaste et noire. Des mains minuscules munies de griffes lui lacèrent l'intérieur de l’abdomen.
Laisse-moi sortir
Cette chose lui parle, impatiente, lui ordonne. Mevanwi essaye de lui expliquer entre deux contractions qu’elle a besoin de temps, qu’elle va se briser mais rien a faire.
JE VEUX SORTIR
Un dernier hurlement, elle pousse une dernière fois de toutes ses forces. Elle ne veut pas mourir, pas comme ça.
Puis tout s'arrête, elle ne sent plus rien. La douleur a disparu. C’est fini. Enfin. Pour elle aussi c’est fini. Dans un dernière lueur d’espoir, elle essaie de conjurer l’image d’Arthur dans son esprit. Le sourire de l’être aimé. Un souvenir doux et chaud où elle était heureuse. Si loin, si vieux.
Mais quand elle souleve ses paupieres, elle ne voit que les yeux sans fond de l’homme en noir. Il se penche sur elle et lui sourit, sa voix grave et lancinante franchit de ses lèvres fines.
“Bravo ma chère. Vous avez fait de l’excellent travail.”
Il s’accroupit et prend dans ses bras l’être qui vient de naître. D’un coup de dent, il coupe le cordon qui le raccroché à Mevanwi.
“Comme il est beau l’être né, pleins d’espoir et de merveille. Celui qui forgera l’avenir et mènera un destin sans pareil.”
La jeune femme le regarde partir. Elle ne bouge pas, ne lutte pas. Les flammes du feu qu’elle à allumé commencent à s'éteindre. Les ombres reprennent leurs droits. Sa vision se trouble, son corps devient froid, son cœur bas une dernière fois mais avant que tout s'arrête elle entend un murmure.
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richardxoliverxmayhew · 10 months
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"It's me! Don't panic, it's me!"- from Alex
Generic Whumpy Memes: ACCEPTING
II @plotjotsandespressoshots
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A deep gasp erupted from somewhere in the hollow of Richard's chest. His pallid face and rounded, blue eyes only taking into account Alex's familiar face at this very moment. "L-... Lex?" he shivered, his voice a breathless rasp. "Wh-... H-... How did ye' find me?"
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Thesis. Defense. Scheduled.
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athaexnen · 1 year
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Still || Anya & Zemo
Anya may have taken to Helmut Zemo just a little too easily and often found herself in his company. It was an almost soothing feeling, one she hadn’t felt for...well over a century. After taking up his offer about joining the EKO Scorpions, she was almost like his shadow. That, however, could have been something leftover from her HYDRA days, stuff she didn’t want to think about. 
It was supposed to just be a normal day sharing tea. As he spoke about business, Anya drifted off for a moment as her attention turned elsewhere. A photo album was now to be the unexpected trigger. It had been left open on the coffee table, the black and white photos staring back at her. She almost didn’t hear Zemo asking her what she was doing when she began to flip through the pages. How old were some of these photos? They were obviously his family, noticeable pictures of royalty.
However, with one last flip she found herself staring at a face. A face she knew and had seen plenty of times in her dreams, smiling down at her. “Who is this? W-why do you have this picture?” She questioned suddenly, pointing to the man in the photo as she looked up to Zemo.
@marvariants​
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faccal · 2 years
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Me writing one of my fics: alright, I should probably give Keegan at least one happy backstory, right?
Me: right?
My brain: the most toxic, neglectful and abusive background someone like him could have!!! :DDD
Me: are you proud of yourself?
My brain: uh huh!!!
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ahhh-soka · 2 years
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ngl those few seconds of mustafar had me feeling like obi-wan; ya girl was having violent flashbacks, cold sweats, screaming, crying, throwing up, going absolutely insane I do not feel human rn I think I reverted to being a feral creature of pure emotion and no ability to express it for a few minutes there
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dementedspeedster · 2 years
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"Of course you have a right to answer that question. You're a part of 'everyone,' aren't you?" (you can ignore this if you'd like sljdf but Tim wanted to poke Thad)
[In reference to this] @volucerrubidus
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"I mean...I suppose so, but maybe not." He doesn't want to be dour with Tim, especially when he's trying to make him feel better, but he can't help but say, "I've done some really terrible things. And sometimes it's better I keep my nose and opinions out of things, y'know? Less chance to mess things up."
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allegg · 21 days
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You ever try to create a new oc who has this deep connection with another oc and you just randomly had this idea which would make the relationship even more juicer than you originally thought of and now you feel like your head has exploded and you have a mischievous grin on your face knowing what you now must do???
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unrclypirxte · 4 months
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@merinakoala Wanted a Starter!
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Summer, 1967.
If not for the position she'd find herself in THE WAR over in Vietnam, Beth would have considered enlisting or egging for the draft. It went against her music, her preaching, and her anti-war hippie motif, but she didn't care. She was at an all time low that no amount of acid could drag her out of. No amount of artsy films or spiked drinks could distract from the fact that she didn't want to really be there. Or anywhere, for that matter.
Even THOMAS ZANE himself hadn't been doing the trick. The blindly loyal woman, devoted and entirely in love with his artistic vision, was faltering. She'd been doing some soul searching during group trips, exploring options, tours, possibly finding her way to L.A. or New York or somewhere similar. Going it alone with her guitar and beat up little Triumph, letting life sort itself out or banking out early.
The opportunity didn't seem right up to now; he was busy, their chats were far too enjoyable to spoil, she was away or he was in town, they were smoking or taking tabs, etc. etc. EXCUSES, really. But finally, stood by the inky water and bathed in golden sun, sharing laughs and using tree stumps as seats and passing joints, it seemed right.
Beth waited until a pleasant silence had fallen, a blanket of peace to be broken by the clearing of her throat and stare trained intensely onto the gentle ripples of the water out yonder. She thought he wouldn't care, after all she was one of many. And yet her heart grew rapid and breaths fleeting. "I've been thinkin'... I'm... going to leave soon. If that sounds okay to you of course, Tom."
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tricoloredillusion · 1 year
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❝ when was the last time you took a moment to just breathe and be in the moment ? ❞
DIALOGUE PROMPTS
Her ears were ringing, and the voice of the Schnee girl sounded almost like a muffled whisper in the distance.
What happened?...was she waking up to another nightmare?
Ruby...and the treacherous cat.
She still felt empty, but it was almost a miracle that she was here. From what she knew, she should've been dead, or being a host to that demon, but in the last second did Jaune intervene to get the creature away from her.
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Next thing she remembers is that she passed out. Maybe Yang got to punch her- her head hurt. It was even more of a miracle that she was still here.
She couldn't have blamed the rest of Ruby's companions if they would've decided to just kill her in return. She wasn't even sure if she should be here. Not because she didn't deserve it, but because...she didn't have a new purpose.
Opening her eyes, the illusionist sat up, pressing a gloved palm against her forehead, but not without staring at Weiss with a visible frown decorating her features.
...just, why? Why did they decide to keep her alive?
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