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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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a snippet

"I'm going to try to get the fic done during my break!!" famous last words, leia. let's not say things we can't complete. anyway, here's a little snippet to hopefully help with my inability to write. enjoy!!

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Rowan eyed her drink dubiously. “You sure that’s not going to kill you?”

She rolled her eyes, taking a languid sip. “It’s my usual order, Ro, of course it’s not going to harm me. Not all of us drink boring black coffee, you know.”

“Menace,” he teased. “Not that I want to know, but…what in all things holy is that, Ae?”

“Iced mocha with oat milk and a pump of hazelnut.” She rattled it off with practiced ease. “Oat milk because I’m lactose intolerant and dairy will not be kind to my apartment’s plumbing, and hazelnut because chocolate and hazelnut is the best combination ever created.”

Rowan blinked rapidly, processing her order. “So, caffeine and sugar and more sugar?”

“Exactly!” She beamed.

He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “Here, have even more sugar, then, gods know I can’t control your eating habits.”

“Glad you’re learning,” she laughed, accepting the plate. “And yes, you will be eating one of these.”

“But I–”

“No but,” she interrupted. “Indulging yourself every once in a while doesn’t mean you’re abandoning your meal plan, Ro. And besides, Emrys would be horrified if he saw me bring someone who won’t eat pastries into his beloved coffee shop.”

“All right, all right, I yield.” Rowan took his plate, cut the pastry in half, and took a bite, his eyes closing at the taste. “Gods, this is incredible!”

“Told you so,” she smirked.

“Fine,” he grumbled, pretending to look affronted.

She snickered. “See? Drinking sad, boring black coffee does have negative side effects!” She bit into her own pastry, not even bothering to mute her soft, appreciative moan of delight. “Emrys, you are my favorite person.”

“Ouch,” Rowan teased. “What a thing to say on a first date.”

Aelin huffed a laugh. “So funny, aren’t you?”

“It’s why you agreed to go out with me,” he grinned, giving her a theatrical dip of his head.

“Mmm, yeah, me agreeing to go out with you had nothing to do with years of pining, not at all,” she deadpanned.

He froze, coffee cup halfway to his mouth.

Shit.

Think before you speak, dammit! she berated herself, cheeks blooming bright pink. “Gods, I didn’t mean for that to just slip out, I’m–”

“Years of pining?” he breathed, shakily setting his coffee down. “Aelin…Fireheart, I’ve been head over heels for you since we were kids or something.”

It was her turn to muffle a gasp. “Are you…are you serious, Rowan?”

“Completely.” He reached across the table and laid his hand atop hers. “I can only say I’m sorry it took so damn long to admit it.”

“Gods.” She laced her fingers with his, a smile brighter than the morning sun breaking across her face. “What took us so long?”

“Gods only know,” he chuckled, his joy matching hers. “Gods only know.”

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youchangedmedestiel · 3 months

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As promised I said I'll give you fic recs to celebrate the fact that I have more than 100 followers now. Again, thanks a lot! This makes me happy! :)

So now, here's my gift to you:

Every fucking fic by xylodemon

The writing is always perfect! I'm not kidding, this is my favorite writer so far! I've never been disappointed by their fics. NEVER! I haven't finish to read all of them but I certainly attend to.

Fics written by deancaskiss

If you like reading about Cas and Dean "just" kissing, then you should try reading those, if you haven't done it yet. I haven't read all of them yet, I read only around 10 fics for now, but same I'll attend to read more.

Then, more specifically:

Blackberries Wild by SaltyWords (agent4hire22) Angst, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Canon divergent after 13x12, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, brief mention of suicidal ideation - around 2500 words

This is so well written, the descriptions are everything, especially the ones for the kisses. It could totally happened like that. It's very true to their character if you ask me.

a kiss for every season (literally) by sobsicles and it is also available as a podfic here read by Scintillating Gatria (LadyLoralye) Canon typical level of violence, Canon Compliant, Brief Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte - Freeform, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kisses, Smut - around 22000 words

The title says it all, a kiss between Cas and Dean happens every season and since there's never enough kisses between these two, that fic is therefore perfect.

People Who Are Good Like Pie by sobsicles Blowjob, NSFW, Castiel is a Little Shit, Dean is In Over His Head, Flustered Dean, Confused Dean, Creatively ties eating pie into sex, Sounds disgusting but it's really not I promise, it's hilarious, fluff and porn - around 1800 words

And it is indeed hilarious imo as well as very hot. It's short and easy to read, really different from the above. But it's human!cas and I'm weak for him in a sense that there is so much potential with him in a fic and that I love him.

You and I Know the Way by aishitara Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Series, Canon Compliant through 15x18, Fluff, a smidgen of angst, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Mentions of Blood, Mild Hurt/Comfort - around 4300 words

There is human!cas in there too, so yeah I'm sold. Plus some amazing, beautiful, stunning art from winchester-reload is included in the fic so it's even more perfect. This is smut yes, but, BUT you can really see all the love there is between them and that fucks me up. That's the type of porn that makes me cry. I never thought I could say that about porn one day. But maybe it's because it isn't, this is just LOVE!

Humans Do It Better by Hatteress Episode: s06e10 Caged Heat (Supernatural), Excessive Drinking, Light Angst, First Kiss, Second more heated kiss, Kinda Funny.

I invented the tags here because it isn't on AO3. I need to mention this fic because it was like one of the first fics I read. It was more than a year ago and I still remember it. Maybe because I wished it had a next FUCKING chapter. I want to read more about it. I want to see what happened when they meet again later. I want to see what's going on in Dean's mind the next morning when he realized what he did, thinking about how he corrupted a fucking angel. Feeling guilty about it because it's Dean. I - I, maybe I'll fucking write this second chapter one day. But I don't know if it's a thing, you know, writing a sequel to someone else's fic.

Anyway, I hope you'll like reading those if it's not already done. I for sure have more fics to recommend but I have to save some for the 200 followers I guess lmao. One can dream.

BUT if you need specific fics, like from an episode in particular for example, you can still ask me because I sort them by episode tag too.

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deathsweetblossoms · 1 year

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The feeling of her clings to me, a film. A ghost. She is everywhere but back in her bed where I left her. She haunts me, and I hate it.

Fine Line by @slightlyrebelliouswriter23

#fic rec #moodboards for my favs #tfota #Jurdan #the folk of the air #ya'll had to know this one was coming #everything em writes is poetry #enemies to lovers but make it ROOMMATES!?!?!?!??! basically everything i LOVE #everything about this is perfect #i just want them to start getting gushy and emotional and in love already #need jude to share her nightmares with cardan #need the fluff and angst #need locke to get punched #need all of it

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mad-hunts · 12 days

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so, i'm gonna give y'all a warning for this post immediately because i have yet to talk about this on here besides with one or two people, and the last thing i want to do is make anyone uncomfortable... but if you believe that cannibalism is a trigger for you then please do not continue beyond this point. for those of you who are okay with it, though, let me start by saying this:

barton does engage in cannibalistic acts sometimes, and this is actually one of the few, if not the only sources of shame that he feels in response to the heinous acts that he commits pretty much on the daily. and this is because he believes himself that it is disgusting and not something to be proud of; so, in a way, it does kind of demonstrate that he has some humanity left in him albeit in a very unsavory way and that's mainly why i wanted to bring it up. because his relationship with this part of him... well, it really isn't good, for lack of better words. which is understandable considering cannibalism is a rather big taboo in society, but it has become somewhat of a compulsion for him. not to excuse it in ANY capacity, of course. that is honestly just the best word i could use to describe it as i've done some research about it and, like other serial killers, barton is SO perpetually lonely that by consuming his victims -- it makes him feel like he is no longer so alone anymore as he will always be able to 'carry' a part of them with him that way, so-to-speak, and they'll never be able to leave him.

now this is obviously not the way to go about dealing with his loneliness at all, as it is extremely messed up both morally and honestly, just wrong as a human being to do. but i also believe that there are other factors at work regarding his tendency to sometimes cannibalize his victims, and that is that because of the trauma he endured at the hands of his biological father (wesley mathis) whom forced him to eat people with him. it could sort of function as a very unhealthy coping mechanism for him to navigate that complex trauma; and this is because it may serve as an attempt for him to restore a sense of control over himself that he felt was stolen from him as a child, since he had no choice but to engage in it. plus, interestingly enough, antisocial personality traits are often an underlying element in those who divulge in cannibalistic acts. and cannibals in one study have been found to have more cases of abuse / have more family members who are criminals, so this could also be indicative that his environmental upbringing very well could have a hand in his subsequent (occasional) cannibalism after he commits his killings.

i also thought i would mention that, despite his apparent depravity, barton has taken extra care not to expose his own children to the same trauma that he had to suffer from as a result of wesley (what with the 'hunting trips' that they went on) and he would NEVER want his kids to see him eating people. so, although it still is unquestionably wrong for him to be cannibalizing people, things are a little complicated in that regard. while i'm talking about it, for my closing thought, i'd like to say that the police does highly suspect that the dollmaker is a cannibal but they haven't been able to confirm it as of yet. though i'd imagine that most of the underground knows that he cannibalizes people because rumors can be spread quite quickly, and i can totally imagine the way in which people found out being that they were unfortunate enough to have to stumble upon barton just... eating someone. and a lot more casually than one should probably be about it, because half of the time, he doesn't even remember that he's done it afterward because his mind literally just blocks it out. but that's something i shall expand on more later

#OF MONSTERS AND MEN: musings.#YOUR NEED GREW TEETH: character study.#yeahhh i know that this character study was a little heavy but i promise y'all that i will make up for it later with some fluff (':#because i for one feel as if i need a bit of a ✨ cleansing ✨ right now i guess you could say JSJSJ #but i think that it was necessary to talk about this because it is a rather integral part of his character that i have yet to talk about-#much and part of that is likely due to just how terrible cannibalism to think about even in fiction. like it definitely doesn't feel nice-#to have to think about the fact that barton basically defiles peoples corpses after death by eating them... though i am somewhat-#glad that i've shed light on this part of his character now because it does say a LOT about him and how he has still not fully processed-#what happened to him as a kid because although barton does not want to be like him it's not an exaggeration that wesley is still affecting-#him even after his death and it has played a part in barton's compulsion to cannibalize others just like he had. but ofc that's not the onl #reason why he's done it and isn't meant to excuse it at all as that would be pretty screwed up but i shall tag this post accordingly even #though i have already tagged it as violent / mature.#tw: discussions of cannibalism.#tw: mentions of child abuse.#tw: trauma.#tw: discussions of mental illness.#tw: mentions of dissociation.

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rmorde · 15 days

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WARNING: Sukugo Dark Related Fic Ideas. If this isn't your cup of tea, scroll away. I just read 2HA and JJK 259 happened.

Maybe... I'll write this into a full story eventually. However, I have this vision:

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Sukuna smirking as the world watch his trial. His crime? The murder and cannibalization of Satoru Gojo.

As Prosecutor Higurama finished his case, the judge asked how he pleads.

Sukuna, in a heartbeat, proudly answers. "Guilty as charged."

Pandemonium descends but his smiles never falls. How can it? He could still taste Satoru in his tongue. Willingly soft. Rotting sweet. Rich and warm. Bright with a citrus he could never hope to name.

That greedy man who embraced violence and death lingered in his tongue - a cherished ghost that would haunt his memory for eternity.

An irritating voice breaks Sukuna from his revelry. He grinds in teeth as his bratty nephew screams.

"He loved you! How could you?!"

Ah. Love. He knows that. He even understands it too. Sukuna just has no need nor care for it.

Still, Satoru offered it to him and more. Too happy and drunk in indulgence. Forgetting everything to be selfish with him and him alone.

But that is a secret only the two of them share.

So, Sukuna smiles.

"He wanted me to. Did you know he scooped out his own eyes for me? Satoru simply spoiled me with my favorites."

Everything.

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Another I have in mind was Sukuna's last request before execution. It is not yet as vivid as the one above but there is a sequence:

His request was to be given Satoru's last remains. He was not able to eat all of him before getting arrested. He was reserving the last eye for dessert. There was also one ring finger.

Sukuna's request was understandably rejected which eventually led to him doing a prison break.

He then hunts down Satoru's remains: the eye, the finger, and the ashes. Sukuna isn't greedy. But he is a glutton. He wants everything of Satoru. Besides, the man willingly offered himself. It would be rude to not consume all of it, no?

Anyway, during the Hunt, Sukuna would refuse to eat anything else. He doesn't want Satoru's lingering taste to "be spoiled".

In the end, Sukuna would be successful in eating all of Satoru's remains. After that, he burns himself to death because there is nothing else for him to enjoy at that point.

Anyway, that's just what I have so far. Well, except a few ton of key details.

The whole thing was an assisted suicide. Satoru thought it was interesting to die via cannibalism (inspired by a real life case btw). He was not doing well mentally because of, you guess it, Suguru.

Satoru and Sukuna went on dates. It was the "prepping" stage. But, like idiots, they fell in love.

The love they shared tho is fucked up. It culminates into Satoru happily offering "everything of him" for Sukuna to eat. Sukuna, meanwhile, wanted to draw this particular "request" longer than usual.

Satoru really did scoop his eye out with a dessert spoon to give away like some ice cream to feed to his boyfriend.. which is practically a wedding vow for Sukuna. They "consummated their marriage" that night. Three guesses which was fucked raw by the happy couple (inspired by the horror/slash movie "The Sadness").

Their honey moon is essentially Satoru's drawned out death. He picks a body part for Sukuna to cook. Satoru always asks for Sukuna to surprise him (Movie Reference: Ratatouille) .

Oh. They have everything recorded by the way. From the "ordering" (aka Satoru telling which part Sukuna can eat) to cooking to "dining" (which is just Sukuna feeding Satoru drugged sweets as he eats what he cooked). Yes. Even the fucking was recorded. Imagine the horror of the investigators and the lawyers when those were submitted as evidence.

Sukuna has enough medical knowledge to keep Satoru alive throughout their "honey moon". Credits to Kenjaku.

Satoru died happily ever after when he finally gave his heart via Blood Eagle. That heart dish was Sukuna's "magnum opus" dish.

The guy who caught Sukuna and prevented him from eating the last finger + eye was Kashimo. After breaking out of prison, he sought him out. Kashimo was diced and ground into a meat loaf which Sukuna didn't even eat (Which was his MO actually. He had assisted in plenty of suicides before. He never ate the dishes made from those - just taste. He either leaves them for someone else to find/eat. Satoru was an exception.)

Sukuna kills himself because he truly believes he reached the highest point in life. Nothing else can be enjoyed in his perspective anymore - he tasted the best and cooked the best meal of his life already. He refuses to ruin that with disappointments. Just the vibes here would be like the ending of the movie "Perfume: Story of a Murderer" and "The Menu"

I don't know how I could really put it in all of this but Satoru's love language is through service (he's really happy when people enjoy what he offers). Sukuna's is through food (so he's really flattered with Satoru's enthusiasm). So... you could say Satoru died NOT out of loneliness (which was his initial reason). He died out of love to connect with Sukuna and make him happy. Meanwhile, Sukuna cooked and ate all of Satoru out of "love". Reference: CSM (iykyk)

Sukuna's obsession with eating Satoru's eyes is not only reference to the canon Six Eyes. It's also because fish eyes are the tastiest delicacy and Sukuna had compared Satoru to fish before. Also, eyes = soul. The implication here is that Sukuna wants to eat Satoru's soul so they'd be together as one forever. Not that he'd ever acknowledge it as such.

There's also a theme of Satoru being greedy while Sukuna is a glutton. They're a match made in hell.

Oh. Lastly! Suguru is totally alive. Tried to reconnect with Satoru but got turned down because of Sukuna. Then the whole crime and trial blew up in the media. The poor guy has regrets... and he was doing so well too! Courtesy of his therapist Itadori Kaori (aka Kenjaku)

#suicide #depression #cannibalism #sukugo #suicide ideation #did i get all of the warning tags right?#anyway i lost choso #i'm in a dark mood #so... sukugo stuff #i need to indulge in some horror to feel better and this pairing is just perfect for it #i have some fluff for the death painting sibs and yuji tho #i'll try to continue building up the addams family-esque au #the one where grampa itadori basically adopted choso and his little bros and they lived as one happy family #but that's for later... when i'm out of my sad mood

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Of all places they have family dinners, Pidge likes it when they go to the McClain house best. Everyone else’s place is fun, and she’s never once had a bad time, but there’s something especially special about dinners with Lance and his family. Of course she sees Lance every day — they still live on the Castle, they tried living separately of each other post-war but it was way too anxiety inducing — but they all decided, unanimously, that they would make an effort once a week to visit each of their families.

Visiting the McClains in Cuba, though, is the most fun.

The house is just so busy! There are so many people in it at all times. It’s always loud and exciting and there are always a million things to do. Pidge is always reminded of Meet the Robinsons when she walks through the worn door with peeling green paint and meets two people that were not there the last time she visited and whose relations are ambiguous. It’s great. That, and Marcela McClain may be the coolest woman Pidge has ever met. She’s awesome. She’s an Olympic heavyweight champion, and her biceps are bigger than Pidge’s head. Allura was so delighted to meet her she could barely speak. Pidge wasn’t far off. She’s also a professor of mathematics. Pidge remembers asking once why her career paths were so drastically different, and she’d simply shrugged and said she picked the careers that would piss the most people off and went from there.

Pidge fully understands why Lance missed her so much.

The absolute, number one, greatest thing about the McClain house, though, is the photo albums. Marcela was meticulous. She has dozens of ‘em, never highlighting one kid more than the other, and never missing a moment. Pidge has every embarrassing photo of Lance she could ever want or need. (Her favourite is a picture of Lance, circa 12 years old, with braces and the most emo outfit of all time, including badly dyed black hair. He’s stuck upside down on a set of monkey bars and looks miserable about it. It’s her lock screen. Occasionally she sends it to Keith and they laugh themselves to tears over it. Lance hates it with a fiery passion.)

One night, after dinner, they’re all crowded around the living room, half on top of each other, flipping through one of the older albums. Pidge watches as picture after picture of baby Lance flips by, and she notices that he is never, not even once, standing on his own two feet. She glances over at him now, and shakes her head fondly as she sees him curled up into a tight ball on Keith’s lap, head resting on his chest, playing idly with one of Hunk’s hands.

Pidge points to one of the pictures, where baby Lance is mid laugh, standing on top of teen Luis’ shoulders.

“You are always being held by someone,” she says. “We’re you afraid of being set down, you dork?”

She was teasing, poking fun at Lance’s constant desire to just hold and be held by people, so she wasn’t expecting the vulnerability in his voice.

“I was afraid of being let go,” he says matter-of-factly. He doesn’t sound upset, and he doesn’t look sad. Just as if that’s one of the truths of the universe, something he simply lives with and has come to terms with. His nonchalance doesn’t stop Keith from pressing a gentle kiss to his hair, or Hunk’s quick squeeze, or Allura’s hand popping up from nowhere to pat him on the cheek.

“We love you, Lance,” they chorus together, and Lance laughs. Pidge grins, too.

“We’ll never let you go,” she assures, “we like you too much.”

#this is vaguely similar to one of my older fic fragments with the same concept #basically i think lance just likes to be held at all times #also i wanted an excuse to talk about marcela #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #pidge #pidge holt #klance #established klance #lance’s mother #team as family #fluff #my writing #fic fragment

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deadlifeseries · 6 months

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How to move on

This one is reaaaaallly angsty.

Inspired by this post by my lovely mutual @featherglum i give you: post-cannon ficlet where Bulkhead tries to cope ith Prowl's death with a side of paranormal activity.

This one might need some content warnings: vague references to suicide statistics and suicidal thougths (not sure how to formulate this one), major character death (duh)

They all knew that something like this could happen.

As much as they wanted to push it down and not think about it they all knew that any battle could be their last.

And while their victories quelled some of that anxiety it still crept in at night when they tried to sleep. When they felt the dull aching from injuries they suffered.

It was like a looming shadow, like the grim reaper's scythe was always just an inch away from their necks.

But this knowledge didn't make it any easier to cope when the worst really came to pass. Seeing Prowl's lifeless body cut deep, it made what should be a massive victory feel like a loss.

It made the journey back to Cybertron quiet and gloomy, everyone was trying to cope with the reality of what happened. Knowing that Prowl was dead, that his sparkless shell was laying tucked away on the ship and would remain there until they arrive on Cybertron haunted everyone.

Of course it was hard for everyone. Prowl was their friend, their family... but it was clear who took it the hardest. Bulkhead, his conjunx.

It was hard to navigate. They wanted to give Bulkhead space to mourn, but at the same time they all knew how often a bot who recently lost their conjunx would decide to join them. So they would take turns checking up on him. Making sure he's eaten even a little bit, making sure he at least tried to get some sleep, or simply sitting with him for a little while.

It didn't get any easier once they got to Cybertron, either. Having to deal with the attention from having beaten Megatron, Prowl's funeral, a whole lot of questioning from the elite guard, and of course they acted like noting was wrong but it all felt so hollow. It didn't feel right that Prowl wasn't there with them.

It also didn't help that Bulkhead was consulted for how Prowl's funeral should be. It only made sense that they's ask him but Bulkhead's state of mind made him unable to contribute much, so he went along with what the cyberninja corps suggested with a few things he insisted on. Like keeping Prowl's weapons as a memento, he was allowed that.

The next few days felt empty, it was like Cybertron wasn't home anymore. Optimus came to Bulkhead one day and said something is happening on earth and aksed if he wants to come with. With nothing else to do he accepted the offer.

It was nice to get back, even if it was only because he could find somewhere quiet. Walking through the old base felt foreign, everything was untouched, exactly where it was all left. He didn't dare to enter Prowl's room. Part of him hoped, clung to the thought that maybe everything that had happened was just a weird dream. That if he entered that room he's see Prowl meditating under the tree and he'd look up and smile. But that wouldn't happen. Prowl was gone, and as much as Bulkhead ached to be together again he knew it was no use.

He tried to distract himself, everything from painting to walking through the woods. But everyhting just made him think of Prowl. He went out and ended up on a forest path that Prowl had shown him. It was almost like he could feel Prowl next to him, talking about the different things around them. That walk ended up with Bulkhead sitting and sobbing for a little while.

As days went on a lot of the intense emotion mellowed out just a little bit. What first felt like half of his spark getting violently ripped out became a dull aching. But the longing for having Prowl close to him once again was only growing stronger.

One particular night the longing grew so extremley strong that he didn't know what else to do. So he went to Prowl's room.

It was exactly like how he remembered. The tree, the poster, the paintings and other things that Bulkhead made for Prowl. He looked at the leaves all over the floor, Prowl always made sure to keep the floor clean. To have something to do Bulkhead picked up a broom and began cleaning up the leaves and swept them up neatly against the base of the tree the way Prowl always would.

He sat down near the tree and sighed deeply, looking blankly up at the leaves on the tree. It was sombre, the setting sun painted the sky in warm shades of yellow and red, with the clouds looking pink and fluffy. It was a beautiful sight, it was almost comforting. Bulkhead sighed and closed his eyes, he began humming.

After a few moments he thought he could hear Prow's voice next to him. Bulkhead opened his eyes again and looked down.

It was Prowl, or at least an apparition of him. He looked up at Bulkhead and smiled. It was too good to be true but there he was.

"P-Prowl?" Bulkhead's voice was barely above a whisper, like anything even slightly louder would make this moment end.

Prowl stood up, it was en effortless and smooth motion like there was no gravity. He stood up and reached out a hand, gently carresing Bulkhead's face.

"Yes, it's me" his voice was filled with a warmth that made the sunset behind him seem bland, "I'm... I'm so sorry.... I didn't want to leave you like this". The edges of Prowl's visor were tilted down, his voice held such chilling sorrow.

"I miss you... I... don't know what to do" Bulkhead leaned into Prowl's touch, he wanted to keep his composure, but he couldn't keep his voice from shaking, "I just want to be with you again".

"i know, I want to be with you, too" Prowl was floating, and he leaned in close to Bulkhead, "but, please... don't rush to join me. I want you to live, for as long as possible".

Bulkhead was losing his composure more by the moment, small tears apprearing in the corners of his eyes. "But... I can't live without you" his voice was quiet and pleading.

Prowl wrapped his arms around his neck and continued speaking softly, "I know that it's hard, but i know that you can do this. You're strong, and I will patiently wait for you no matter how long it takes".

It had been so long, too long since the last time they sat together like this and getting to feel it again broke whatever facade Bulkhead was trying to uphold. It started with a small tremble, then his breath hitced in his throat and he broke down sobbing. "It's not fair.... it's not fair.... it hurts... why does it have to hurt so bad? Why couldn't we just be together?".

Prowl did his best to console him, but nothing changed the reality that he couldn't do anything. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... please forgive me...". Prowl knew that there was no other way, no matter how much he wished that there was. So he sat there with Bulkhead, listening to him, doing his best to comfort his conjunx until the sobbing subsided.

"Please... I want you to keep living. Can't you do it... for me?" Prowl leaned back to look at Bulkhead "I will wait for you, for all eternety if that's what it takes", he gently wipes his love's tears away.

Bulkhead sighs and nods, "I'll... do it, for you" he looks at Prowl, the apparition slowly fading, he leans in for one last kiss. It feels warm, like nothing ever happened. And with it it's like a piece of himself that Bulkhead had lost was restored.

He opened his eyes again, looking towards the now darker sky. It was still painted in reds and pinks, but the mood in the room had shifted. The once melancholy mood had become lighter, and while being in Prowl's room knowing that it no longer had its occupant was still saddening, getting to hear Prowl's final wish for him made Bulkhead think of all the things he had to do. He still had people who cared about him, he still wanted to do so many things, and he would do all of them for Prowl.

An he stood up and left Prowl's room he looked twards an empty canvas, it was left untouched since the day he set it up before they had their final battle against megatron. He sat down and started painting, it was a scene of a vibrant sunset with the sihluette of a certain someone sitting in the horizon. He signed the painting and wrote "I promise" on the back.

He hung the painting up in Prowl's room, and whenever the feelings of sorrow and loss became too much to bear he'd come and look at the painting. It was a reminder to the promise he made, he would live his life to the fullest and he knew that Prowl would be waiting for him on the other side.

#transformers animated #tfa prowl #tfa #transformers #tfa bulkhead #prowlbulk #bulkprowl #oh good god this was one hell of a beast to write #i wrote basically the whole thing during class #i was bored ok #i had nothing better to do with my down time #but yeah angst galore #i swear after posting all the fics from the poll i will make some fluff #i promise i promise there will be fluff #these boys deserve some happiness

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bylovesfirstkiss · 4 months

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you guys just don't know how to write angst anymore. putting people who say they like "toxic yaoi" in my dni cause they have no idea how to actually write toxicity

#I feel like a lot of this toxic blah blah stuff is fancy internet lingo to avoid accusations that you just enjoy abusive dynamics #without actually developing them or doing anything interesting. like if you're gonna say you love toxicity and codependency #and then just make fluff and smut about it without actually taking the time to explore and deconstruct it #then you're romanticizing it. are you not?#especially when the pairing in question has had extremely negative (beyond the scope of basic enemies to lovers) encounters in canon #just because you're using cutesy tumblr.com lingo doesn't mean you're absolved of actual development #and I'm saying this as someone who really likes this kind of trope because it gives room for monumental character exploration #and as a victim of abuse myself. I'm not saying write an essay I'm just saying why hype up how toxic and shitty they are for each other #just to turn it into fluff/a meme. like the actual negative parts of the dynamic don't matter? I though you guys condemned romanticization.#it's genuinely fascinating how the internet will deem one pairing abusive and bad but another with the same dynamic is just toxic yaoi?#I'm not sure where the line is drawn but you can't have your cake and eat it too.#and if you're going to try tackling a dynamic that's heavily abusive (“toxic”) then you can at least try to #justify it in a way that isn't just 'um well funny fandom meme ☝️'#you just want to skip all the development and get straight to the gushy parts? fine. not saying you can't. I can't tell you what to do.#but it does massively cheapen the dynamic and make it seem like you don't actually care about the characters you just want to ship somethin #I HATE CANON X CANON!!#slash nobody here #decrees

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syrupyyyart · 2 years

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motley outfit redesigns!

#motley #cherry pit #blueberry cobbler #lime pie #marshmallow fluff #banana pudding #watermelon sorbet #my art #ocs #original characters #some notes:#so yes. now they ALL have multiple colors #the idea is that the characters can earn new colors as they grow up/experience important life experiences #and at the beginning of the story. every character has only earned one new color since theyre all only around 15 to 17 years old #except for watermelon. who has already earned two of her colors (and she feels pretty cool about it)#cherry went through like 7 different outfits and colors before i landed back basically right where i started #i almost switched her and watermelons base colors too. but i thought the pink was cuter so i kept her the same #banana has yet another new dress/outfit. but i finally think i like this outfit for her #so heres to hoping i dont feel the need to change it again #watermlon got a complete design overhaul from head to toe #the reason is because her previous design was really difficult to draw on model consistently #so i streamlined it and now she is much much much easier to draw #aka by the end of the story ideally they would all have 3 main colors #which would be the color they were born with + two outfit colors. and then a bonus accent color to tie it all together #im sure thats all ineligible but im just not great at explaining in the notes. this is really difficult when i cant use commas lol #anyways thanks for coming to my tedtalk about this incredibley niche topic lmfao #dont judge these drawings btw lol they are obviously incredibly rough #ive still gotta redesign the main 3 girls parents + the mean girls. man lol

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leviadraws · 2 years

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At some point last month I desperately needed some serotonin so I doodled these because they are so cute I can't even. Found it again after clearing up the requests off my desk and decided to colour it.

#super danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #rei mekaru #teruya otori #terurei #there was an extra one in the bottom left but I really didn't like how it turned out so I removed it #I can't draw intimacy like at all so have some fluff #but yeah I really like them #they're just so cute #I don't wanna rant about them but they may be my fave ship in the game #which is saying a lot considering I never draw them haha #ahh the top right one originally had a background that gave it better context but basically they're out on the field #and there's bad people nearby #dra spoilers #loz draws #the disasters run a company

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byler-prompts · 1 year

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Byler Cinderella!AU, except Mike wants nothing to do with the ball, so he purposefully gets in trouble to stay home, (his parents also punish him by telling him to do the chores), and Will is the Prince who (temporarily) runs away from his own ball, not wanting to “marry a nice woman and settle down”, as Hopper put it. (No one in his family knows he’s gay… yet)

Will successfully escapes from the Kingdom, making sure to leave behind no trace of where he was going. And why should he? He’ll just be back later anyways. Now, Will has never really been in the eye of the public, not being as extroverted as his adopted sister Jane, (they called each twins though), and not having to be out there like his reluctant older brother.

He sits there for a while, before the other wakes up, and then begins the interrogation, starting with, “Are you hurt anywhere?” Will is at first flabbergasted. He doesn’t know where he is, where wouldn’t he be? He shifts uncomfortably, before shaking his head. “Are you mute?”, comes the next question, and Will just gawks. After a few more weird questions, Mike finally asks the other for his name, and what he was doing passed out in front of his home. “My name is Will, and as for your other question,” he makes up an excuse for it, not wanting to know he’s a prince. After all, it might be a freeing feeling. They actually hit it off after that, and although Will does offer to help with the chores, he’s completely useless in that area - all off the servants normally do all the work, the only thing he really excels at is painting and drawing. So Mike just eventually tells the other (after many mistakes), to sit down and he’ll take care of it himself.

They get to know each other a bit more, and they find out each other’s hobbies, and interests, and dislikes. Mike tells him about his in royalty, Wills says they are not bad, “pushy sometimes, but not bad.” Mike just shrugs at the comment and moves onto something else. “Hey. Do you think you can show me one of your paintings sometime?” Will nods ecstatically. He was glad to have recognition for his hobbies and not his status for once. Poor Buff Byers. :(

Will then looks at the grandfather clock, it was way past midnight - the ball has ended. He turns back to Mike and smiles. “Well, I better go. My family will be worried, and they are a bit overprotective of me.” Mike snorts, “Why did you sneak out if you knew your family would be worried?” Will’s smile widens. “I already told you, I wanted some space from home.” Then, after a beat, he says, “hey, do you think I come over tomorrow?” And thus becomes the start of a beautiful romance.

Also, Jancy happens at the ball because I say so, and they are so adorable together, just like Lumax, Rockie/Vibin and Duzie. TwT

Plus, another plot device! :0

It’s not like Will and Mike could get publicly married anyways, but Mike would definitely be freaking out about it for no reason. (Mike also checks out Will’s muscles on the second visit, lmao)

Another throw away prompt, I’m getting good with these spontaneous ideas.

Anyways, use this as you wish, and again, I’ll be stalking AO3, waiting! UwU

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nostalgia-tblr · 6 months

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wow it took me 440 words to get these characters from "i maybe don't hate you that much after all :)" to "I am going to BITE YOU because I can't think of a good enough insult to express my hate with" i am SLIPPING D:

#he literally bit her :O #not in a sex way #this is one of the [FILTH] chapters though so when i actually get round to writing that part... well maybe in a sex way too idk yet #“i could fix them” VS “i could make them worse” VS “i'm gonna light this fuse and retreat to a safe distance and see what happens. YOLO!”#i'm seeing the fic i was calling the 'fucked up sylki sakaar fic' in a new light now cos they're so tender with each other in that really #that one's basically fluff #i mean aside from all the horrible disturbing dubcon and that sort of thing #why do my fics always sound so much more interesting in tumblr tags than they actually are tho???#fic related #The Sylki Arranged Marriage AU

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ashenwinds · 3 months

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𝐑𝐏 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#✦ dash game #(some of the D tier ones I don't really enjoy at all but there was no F rank)#(this is pretty much universal across all my blogs as well)#(basically just give me some good ol horror dark threads with a bit of fluff mixed in if the muses click right)

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thisblogisblank · 1 year

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I wanna make a Learning With Pibby au where, instead of the glitch coming and fucking everything up for everybody, Pibby and Bun-Bun just fall out of their show Backrooms-style, and they have to traverse the cartoon multiverse to get back home.

#learning with pibby #there's no real overarching plot or big twists or anything #just a buncha one-shots about Bun-Bun and Pibby going into other cartooje and befriending everyone #they always end up accidentally saving the day too #usually bc the villains see em are like ''well I can't go through with my giant planet-ending plans now. look at them.''#also the pups from Melira's show come with them for one reason or another. bc yeah.#all of the adult themes go straight over Pibby and Bun-Bun's heads. even if someone tries to explain them to em they're just like #sitting there empty-headed #absolutely NONE of it gets through to em #also there's little to no trauma or sadness for everyone. just the basic ''man i wanna go home :['' that you'd expect #and after so many episodes of this they all get home safe and sound #with new friends #new outlooks on life #and SO many new stories to tell.#just that classic tooth-rotting fluff everybody lives/nobody dies au. gotta love it.

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locally-normal · 2 years

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#firstly fuck tumblr mobile i can't put in a readmore?#secondly im visiting a friend who lives with their SO and its great ofc to visit my friend #but loneliness is my long time problem and seeing their relationship all the time miiiight ve getting to me #given that in reacting to cute tumblr posts about buying bwrries at farmers markets being lifes purpose with cynism #like yeah its lifes purpose if youre generally content with your place in life otherwise #if i had satisfied my actual life's purpose (relationship+math all day basically) then I'd go around saying ny purpose in life was #whatever trite thing last made me feel the deep contentness that actually comes of my life too #also this is brought on by watching too much of a very cute romance show like it's adorable but i really should only take this kind #fluff in small doses because I obviously shouldn't have it in such large ones #like it's so cute but also i want any fragment of that cuteness in my life please #normally I'd complain about this to my friends but ... I feel like there needs to be like at least a 12h gap or something bc I do want to #see their lives I dont want them to feel like they're doing anything wrong at all #(the other friend I'd normally complain to also was just telling me about how cute their partner is and i was joining them in gushing about #the cuteness because it was legitimately very cute! its just too much.) l #so now y'all get it instead. Blegh.

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theold-ultraviolence · 2 years

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#imma write one angsty fic to cope #and another one to fix it #as a treat #and then when I get back to No One Like You #those chapters are gonna be extra fluffy #the story is pure fluff anyway but now eddie is gonna get all that extra love lol #the next two updates of that one are basically already written down anyway #and I was already planning a sequel with the SIDE B songs of the mixtape but I didn't know how to continue that story BUT NOW #NOW IT'S ALL CONNECTING

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