#vague angst

[atlas-and-aus]

Soul Sansuary Day 8: Comfort

Prompt list here.

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[charcoalfantasiez]

comfort. || robbie reyes.

roberto reyes - ghost rider || vague angst, comfort, light comedy reader not referred to as y/n, no gendered terms

Fighting evil gets tiring, you guessed, as your boyfriend -- Roberto -- walked (more like dragged himself in, but you weren’t going to comment on his state) into your shared apartment. 

It wasn’t a big apartment, but it was cozy and felt like home even if one of the occupants wasn’t there half the time.

“Robbie..? Did something happen?” you asked, glancing over from your position on the couch. You placed your book down and sat up, stretching your arms out for Robbie to fall into, his weight pushing you back on to the couch.

“Mmmhn..” 

“Baby, I need you to use your words if you want me to help,” you teased him, hands already going to his hair and combing through it gently, your legs intertwined as he was burying himself into your [clothing of choice]. 

Robbie grumbled in response, looking up at you. You looked back into his soft eyes, going over every detail as you did millions of times before. There was always something hidden inside of them, an evil locked away, perhaps, or an evil that has escaped once before. 

He never told you the details of what goes on when he leaves and doesn’t come back for hours. He always responds with “Crime fighting” or “Cars 3 is going to get intense”, or something else that’s cheesy like that. 

But you didn’t mind that in the slightest. He loved you and you loved him, and you wouldn’t change that for anything. All you both needed was some time together, cuddled away on the couch and everything would be okay.

[redactedverse-thoughts]

"I get to have you to myself for a whole week after the EA games thing, right? You promised."

"It's the E&E games. And yes Angel, I promised." David's voice rumbled from deep within his chest as he buried his face into the back of Angel's neck, breathing in deeply.

"I'll spend the entirety of next week with you."

Angel would laugh, if they had the energy to anymore.

What a lie.

They pulled his huge jacket tighter around their much smaller frame, trying to envolope themselves in what's left of his presence.

[twilighthiro]

Weight

Sky has a simple system.

When Link had left the Surface to report the success of Zelda being found, he had felt nothing.

But when he returned, it took all his strength to rise from the ground.

He said nothing to anyone besides Zelda. He knew that he had something completely unique to himself.

She helped. She could sense the weight, even though she couldn’t feel it.

Eventually, he could function normally. As much as he hoped, the weight didn’t get lighter; he got stronger.

When Link became Sky, meeting seven Heroes from the future, the weight only grew, if anything.

He was glad he established his constant state of tired early enough for questions not to become existent.

And once they went through a portal, together, Sky knew which Hyrules he would like.

Legend’s and Hyrule’s Hyrules were heavy; nowhere near the weight in his own land, but still heavy and dark. He took an extra minute to get up in those lands.

Time’s and Twilight’s Hyrules were... strange. Like the weight was ever so slightly lighter, and it was lighter because it was angry because it had been thwarted. Wind’s was like this too, although the weight was slightly heavier.

Warriors’ Hyrule was unique. In towns and villages, the weight was very light, as if it is confused.

He knew where men had died because the weight would grow heavier with vile glee.

Wild’s Hyrule was where he put a silhouette of a being behind the weight; it was light (nowhere near as light in Warriors’ Hyrule’s towns) but it was a kind of light where you were calm because your enemy was behind bars you knew he’d break someday.

He knew the others didn’t feel the weight, and he’s glad. He couldn’t imagine Legend being with both the weight of his curse and six adventures.

He likes them all, seeing the beauty and stubborn will to live under desolation and water and plains, but he knew he had favorites.

He didn’t expect them to feel it when they finally exit a portal onto the Surface, instead of Skyloft.

“Darkness rests over this land.“

“Sky, what happened here?“

“A cycle of hatred.”

“Also I killed a god of destruction, that might’ve contributed.“

[trailshome]

Can i have number 4 for the ROs? (If you want to ofcourse!)

// Of course!! <3 made these a bit more of 'extremely scared' rather than 'regular scared' asdad whoops!! *sweats*

Scared + All Ros

Finlay: They kneel, hands clutched to their chest, face angled up towards the sky. "Bathed in her grace, my Lady preserves my soul. Blessed do I walk within Her light and shadow." They're trying their hardest, seeking to keep the stray tear from trailing down their cheek. Rarely do they feel such terror, rarely are they allowed to express it.

Lesilfae: Terror forces his knees to knock as he staggers in an attempt to save face. His face has paled, eyes widened and pupils narrowed. Watching. They're always watching. He has to remain strong for his mother, his father, his family. For his Legacy... but... He sinks slowly to the ground, allowing the dirt to tarnish his trousers. "Help me, mother... Please..."

Galeon: He isn't a praying man or one of the hopefuls of the church and yet, here he is, wondering if She is watching over him. His hands shake as he folds his arms up into his chest, twenty fingers curled into fists, muscles tensed, and sturdy legs appearing weaker by the second... but he stands tall. He has to. It's his job to be strong for others, to keep them from being scared too.

Hollond: They've tucked themself into a ball, head between knees, hands against abdomen, hair enshrouding their shivering form. They can't move, can't think, can't breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Where's Galeon? Where, where, where... help me, oh goddess... Frozen into a shivering lump on the floor, they remain until they are found.

Greta: She screams, voice tearing apart her vocal cords, tainting her tongue with a metallic tang. She's not scared! Never scared! She's -- She's...!! She staggers back against the wall, head turned away from the horrors before her. One, two, three, four... She counts silently in her head, eyes squeezed shut as if willing the world away. It's not fair. It's not fair.

[willie-loomis-deserves-love]

Crawling back to you

Do I wanna know?

If this feeling flows both ways

Sad to see you go

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

Baby we both know

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can't say tomorrow day

[nothingnesstome]

They were both busy.

There was no shortage of projects in Radiant Garden, with the town itself almost completed and its roads and paths paved. There were efforts to beautify the town with new flowers and murals, establish new businesses beyond construction and food services, repair the non-essential waterworks that had been cordoned off while the mainlines were given priority... Anyone and everyone's hands could be put to use if they wanted to help.

Aeleus found himself helping around the town more often than not, only occasionally called upon to the castle when Ansem or Even needed help moving some of the old contraptions the Restoration Committee had not cleared out. Ienzo was conspicuously absent during those times, Ansem absently commenting that he was off studying in the library.

The castle was still home after everything that had happened, despite any awkwardness brought on by that fact; Aeleus still shared a hallway with Dilan and would walk with him when they were finished working. He watched as Dilan took it upon himself to cook dinner most evenings, reminding him that Master Ansem also liked it when he occasionally ordered from the restaurants. He shared a moment in the morning with Master Ansem as they both drank tea before beginning the day. He listened as Even groused about the lack of hot water as he dragged himself into the kitchen well into the late morning.

He watched from afar as Ienzo spoke to his contacts over the gummiphone.

Ienzo spent a lot of time on the gummiphone. On the one occasion Aeleus crossed him that week, he barely looked up from the device as they passed each other, switching from a text chat to start a call. His expression was carefully blank even as he put forth a pleasant tone for whoever was on the other end.

They both kept busy.

It was the truth, but it was also an excuse.

[bleak-nomads]

Reasons nobody asked for why Love Love Love by The Mountain Goats fits really well with Mortimer from For a Few Dollars More. 

The tone of the Mountain Goats has a nice introspective Western feel to me, though most of their songs have more specific modern stories to them (I totally recommend them as a band in general, it was @mtgoats who recommended them to me first and then a few days later I learned that my boyfriend’s favourite album of all time is one of theirs.

Anyways, the long and short of it is that I associate this song a lot with introspective Mortimer, smoking his pipe and thinking alone. I think of this as mostly in the context his love for his sister, and the horrible disillusionment he felt when he learned of her fate.

The first verse is very much the decision, possibly to leave the army and pursue justice/revenge:

King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong And Joseph's brothers sold him down the river for a song And Sonny Liston rubbed some Tiger Balm into his glove Some things you do for money and some you do for love love love

There’s a transition from despair to fighting there, and an admission that he’ll have to change his life entirely to accomplish this goal. The parallels only become more poignant in the second verse, which I think is a bit of an aftermath of his first few kills as a bounty hunter. 

Raskolnikov felt sick but he couldn't say why When he saw his face reflected in his victim's twinkling eye Some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun But the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one

There’s such a sense of knowing how much this experience will make him a different man. But what’s to be done about that? I feel like this next verse is enter Manco:

Love love is going to lead you by the hand Into a white and soundless place Now we see things as in a mirror dimly Then we shall see each other face to face

This verse speaks to parallels between them, how perhaps Mortimer sees parts of himself in Manco. Then the last verse is a reflection, perhaps, on a partnership lost, and perhaps a sense of purpose lost (jibes a little with @mcicioni-blog‘s fic. 

And way out in Seattle, young Kurt Cobain Snuck out to the greenhouse, put a bullet in his brain Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above Some moments last forever, but some flare up with love love love  

Anyways the long and short of it is I quite like this song and I quite like Mortimer as a character so thanks for reading this far :)