GOD her look of shock and heartbreak. she's lashing out at keyleth at every chance she gets (and this is a time it's "more acceptable" to be overt about it). she's felt threatened by keyleth since she showed up and her brother's been smitten. keyleth's existence is a huge perceived threat to vex because she Cannot Lose Him and she's trying soooo hard to drive keyleth away and channeling all that fear of being alone into hatred towards her. and she expects her vax to back her up! because he's her other half and theyre conjoined in a very codependent way after everything!
and then he DOESN'T.
he picks someone else over her. she's losing the only person she has left and he either 1) doesnt see it which is stupid because he knows me why would he or 2) he doesn't want me/is picking her instead and replacing me with her
For the fucked up ship bingo, OBVIOUSLY dirkjake. If someone's already said that, then maybe ultdirkjohn?
ahhh yes THE doomed yaoi. undeniably tragix narratively. theyre childhood friends and thw first love to each other. constantly breaking up and coming back to each other because they cannot function without the other in their life. codependent to the moon and back. maybe they could learn to be more functional, but whos to say thats what they want? so bittersweet
No self control here so I’m doing this again for some of my other ships <3
Lilith / Wenduag (Strange Love)
Strange Love - Halsey
And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream
They know you walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak
...
They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fucking tell them anything
bad idea! - girl in red
You put your hands under my shirt
Undid my bra and said these words
"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"
You pushed me up against my wall
Threw my clothes down on the floor
"Darling, are you ready for more?"
Howl - Florence + The Machine
The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms, I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground
And howl
raw raw - K Flay
Pressure building up inside my chest
You pulled the stitches out again
I feel the feelings creeping in
Salt and Vinegar - Lights
You're angry, I'm bitter
You and me make a dangerous mixture
Summoned the devil now, we can't get rid of her
We go together like salt and vinegar
Spark - Amber run
First it was fun now it's fireworks
Was so bright and so harsh that they'll make your eyes hurt
Oh, it's the circles of smoke from your cigarette
Oh, it's the beating of drums in the back of your chest
Just Fucking Let Me Love You - Lowen
The rest will always will always come and go
Oh, but I’ll be your home
Organs - Of Monsters and Men
I am tired of punching in the wind
I am tired of letting it all in
And I should eat you up and spit you right out
I should not care but I don't know how
Old College Try - The Mountain Goats
I can feel it in the rotten air tonight
In the tips of my fingers, in the skin on my face
In the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light
In the way those eyes I've always loved illuminate this place
Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell
Like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell
I will walk down to the end with you
If you will come all the way down with me
Short angsty drabble for @sheithmonth
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July 2nd - Training // Headache
The headaches were the worst part. They were the one lasting symptom of his second capture by the Galra. A dull pounding in his head that would increase in severity until he couldn’t even think. Whenever they came on Shiro felt his heart squeeze in fear and found himself praying to whatever god that would listen that it would pass.
But if there really were any gods, it was clear they had forsaken him long ago.
Beyond the pain, the most terrifying part was when he came back to himself and had no idea where he was. It would always take a moment to recognize the training deck or the castle’s hub or computer mainframe. And every time he could never remember why he was there or how he’d gotten there in the first place.
The worst time was when he woke up with his Galra hand pressed and glowing against one of the ship’s consoles. He had jumped back as if burned but immediately reached back out with his human hand to try and see what he’d done. Before he could touch the console, however, a pain so severe shot through his head that he felt like he’d actually been shot. By the time he surfaced again from the pain he was picking himself up off of his bedroom floor.
He knew that he should get Pidge or Hunk to check out the castle’s systems just in case, but he couldn’t seem to find the courage to bring it up. He still wasn’t completely sure it had happened at all or if it had just been another one of his frequent nightmares. Did he really want to shake the team’s faith in him as a leader over a bad dream?
Keith’s arrival back onto the castleship was like a breath of fresh air, in the midst of Shiro’s self-doubts. Shiro had missed Keith’s companionship more than he would ever admit to the other paladins. He missed the quiet moments that they would spend together on the observation deck and Keith’s quick thinking and courage on the battlefield. Shiro tried his best to reach out to the others, but Keith was the only one he trusted enough to allow his front as leader to drop. Keith knew Shiro’s vulnerabilities and his faults better than anyone, but still stood by Shiro’s side.
But Keith’s arrival also brought unexpected revelations as well. It was hard for Shiro to wrap his head around the idea that Keith hadn’t seen him for two years, besides from the way he looked.
And the way he looked? It left Shiro almost speechless. Two years had been extremely kind to Keith. Was he always this hot?
When he wasn’t staring, Shiro tried his best to catch onto everything Keith was saying, essentially boiled down to: Lotor is dangerous. What a surprise.
Shiro could already feel another headache coming on, but a part of him couldn’t care when Keith was standing there looking like that. God, did he really just stutter on Keith’s name?
The Galran woman stepped forward, offering her hand to him, “Shiro, I am Krolia. Keith has told me all about you. Thank you for raising him to be the man he is today.”
“Krolia is with the Blade of Mamora,” Keith offered in explanation, drawing Shiro’s attention back to him, “Also… She’s my mother.”
Shiro’s eyes widened but he really wasn’t surprised, Keith had taken a lot after her, “It’s an honor to meet you.”
Shiro’s head began to throb but he tried to push it aside. He needed to be the leader and help bring Lotor down. But as each moment passed it got harder and harder to ignore and finally, when the alarms started ringing signaling an attack, the pain became too intense.
He felt his knees hit the floor of the bridge, and he grasped at his head, groaning in agony. It was as if his mind was splitting and he heard the horrifyingly familiar voice in his head: Give in. You cannot resist.
Then everything went dark.
He was falling and he couldn’t stop himself. Everything around him was dark and he was falling. No, he was drowning. His mind was tearing itself apart. He was screaming. No, he couldn’t even speak-he couldn’t even breathe.
He heard voices screaming in his head. No, wait, a single voice, screaming his name. Why was it so familiar?
I should have abandoned you just like your parents did. They saw that you were broken. Worthless. I should have seen it too.
Now it’s his own voice but… those aren’t his words. He wouldn’t say that. Not to him. Never to him.
He could feel so much pain, his arm- it’s on fire.
Shiro please… you’re my brother.
He’s dying. Who’s dying? Me? Or Keith?
I love you.
For a single moment Shiro’s there. It’s a flash, quicker than lightning, but he’s there. Those words. Did Keith really say that?
Shiro looks down and Keith is pinned beneath him, his Galra blade the only thing keeping Shiro’s own from meeting its mark. Why were they fighting? Why was he hurting Keith?
I love you too.
But he couldn’t say it out loud and he’s thrown back down again, falling and drowning and burning in darkness.
There is only one more moment of clarity before everything ends. One moment where the headache ceases completely. He's on his knees and clutching at his arm again.
It’s gone.
Again.
He forces himself to look up and... he’s never seen Keith make that face before. Like he’s in mourning. Like it’s all over. Why does he look like that? Where did that scar on his cheek come from?
