#dark and angsty

[artiststarme]

See You Later, Big Brother

Well @hannahhook7744, your prompt is distracting me at work, I hope you like it!

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Steve was never very close to his brother. With ten years between them and too little hobbies shared, their relationship seemed more forced than voluntary. Even still though, they were family. Steve knew that if he needed him, Phil would be there to help (as seen in the many times he looked the other way with Steve’s speeding and horrible driving). 

That’s why it hurt so horrendously when he found out that Phil had died in the earthquakes. 

Steve felt numb. Frozen. Dead inside and the most alone he’d ever been. His only family, besides his parents that had moved away without ever looking back, was dead. Never again would Phil pull him over for speeding and let him go with exasperated threats. Never would they silently eat burgers across from each other in a small diner booth while sipping on butterscotch milkshakes they both denied were their favorite. And never again would they talk about boys or girls with stuttered pronouns and nervous glances searching for the other’s acceptance. 

What hurt even worse though was the loss of what they could’ve been. Phil had seen him as a bratty kid, King Steve, and the traumatized version of himself that he was after the Upside Down. But he would never see him as an adult, as someone he could be proud of. They wouldn’t get a chance to grow closer or become proper brothers in a status they never quite reached. 

Perhaps worst of all was what Phil could’ve been thinking when his patrol car fell into the fiery cracks in the earth. Did he know that Steve loved him? That he looked up to him as a role model? That he loved having him as a brother? Steve didn’t tell him any of that enough, never showed his appreciation, and he sure regretted that now. And now Steve wouldn’t get the chance to tell him. Nor would he have a chance to apologize for all the harsh words he spewed at Phil during their last fight. He wouldn’t get to tell him that he didn’t mean anything he’d shouted at him. Steve would never get to make it up to him or earn his forgiveness. 

No, now Steve had to live with the fear that his older brother died alone, in pain, and thinking he hated him. 

He spent the next week recovering from the bat bites on his sides, avoiding probing questions from the Party, and visiting the comatose Max in the hospital. He knew better than anyone how she felt now. If Vecna was still around, he would target Steve and feast on the pain suffocating him. An all-consuming pain only someone who’d lost a sibling could feel. More than ever, Steve wished that Max was awake, unhurt, and present. She would understand Steve’s feelings of turmoil of losing Phil much like she did with losing Billy. Even as he begged her from her bedside though to awaken, she stayed frozen with her eyes closed tight. 

She would die just days later. 

Steve had to plan two funerals just two days apart. One for his estranged brother and one for the girl he saw as his sister. He didn’t cry at either. His eyes were far too dry from crying so much in the privacy of his crypt of a home to spare any tears in the light of day. 

He would grieve his family, his blood brother and the sister he’d adopted. He would watch the youthfulness and innocence of the kids melt away in their grief. Eventually though, Steve would move forward although the scars, just like the divots in this sides and the silvery line encircling his throat, would remain as a reminder of the pain he had to suffer all too young. 

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#oof this one pulled at the feels I'm telling you #stranger things #dark and angsty #fanfic #steve harrington #max mayfield #officer callahan is steve’s brother #officer phil callahan

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[bellandeano]

so like. how many gentle touches do you think they've actually felt in their lives haha

#its fun to be angsty but gortash makes his whole thing people falling in love with him. he's not exactly #like he's not short on people treating him nicely. he's the problem. heart #durgetash #enver gortash #dark urge #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #lord enver gortash #sometimes. i think about them #original durge #durge #bg3 fanart #sfw #z draws #did you guys know its been 5 months since ive posted any art at all. its been abt that long since ive Drawn anything

[gleafer]

A recap and continuation of ANGSTAGEDDON!

Crowley Falls Again

TW:GORE

#illustrator #illustration #digital artist #crowley #good omens #artist on tumblr #good omens art #aziraphale #good omens aziraphale #good omens crowley #good omens au #goodomens fanfic #good omens comic #gore #horror fan #comic art #angsty art #bamf aziraphale #bamf #good omens after dark #gleafer art #gleafer

[avernusreject]

Like I didn't need more fuel to my durge/gortash trash heap of a ship. I've been recording bits of gameplay for screenshots and I got this.

GORTASH. I SEE THAT SOFT FUCKING SMILE.

#Embodiment of tyranny my ass #dude is smitten #the fact there is not the possibility of angsty content between durge and gortash is a crime #bg3 #the dark urge #baldur's gate 3 #enver gortash #gortash #gortash x durge #the dark urge x gortash #durge #bg3 spoilers

[laur-the-cat-prince]

angst. so much angst.

#cs pacat #dark heir #dark rise #james st clair #capri #this book has me in my angsty teen era #james #james x will #the dark king #the collar #sketch #wip #will I finish this later? maybe. who is to say?

[hannahmanderr]

just sitting here thinking about how Livin' Large could've been so much cooler

like the GIW buying up the FentonWorks isn't a bad premise itself, especially if they're trying to get to the GZ (we don't talk about the novelty rocket) but why make them struggle bc FentonWorks is run-down when it's prime real estate to get into some wicked cool stuff about haunting?

you have scenes like this where they're doing something mundane like trying to plug in an extension cord to power up their Doomsday device

and then 2 seconds later when he goes to plug it in he gets brutally electrocuted

it's written off as "FentonWorks is a run-down hunk of junk" but what if the lab/portal reacted as a way to defend itself? trying to ward off unfriendlies?

after all, what the GIW are essentially doing is screwing around with Danny's grave.

just imagine a Livin' Large where that scene happens and all of a sudden it cuts to Danny kind of feeling a tug of some sort, like he just used some energy without even realizing it. sure, he would brush it off the first time or two, but the GIW wouldn't stop. as it keeps happening and as he subconsciously continues to defend his grave without him knowing, he would definitely start to get suspicious. maybe he keeps getting distracted by his new expensive toys, but it wouldn't let up and it would just make him feel more and more unsettled. these guys are basically messing with what should be the most sensitive place to him, the place where he died.

but maybe he doesn't want to believe it, at least until Sam and Tucker try to tell him what's up, and at that point, things click. those two might not understand - they're only human after all, they don't understand what it's like to live right above your own grave - but Danny would, and he would be livid.

and so now i'm imagining Danny showing up at FentonWorks as Phantom absolutely ready to defend his haunt and his grave at any cost. imagine what sorts of things he could make the lab do then.

and imagine what would happen to the GIW.

#danny phantom #danny phantom giw #livin large #dp #don't mind me #just thinking out loud #livin large is not on my list of episodes to rewrite but imagine how cool this could be #you could get really dark and angsty with it too

[chrasilla]

"fuck you" is basic. "i hope there's a major character death in your favorite ao3 fanfic after 56 chapters and 148k words" is smart. it's possible. it's terrifying.

#drarry #wolfstar #malec #ao3 #fanfiction #angst #solangelo #patrochilles #harry potter #shadowhunter chronicles #kit x ty #jily #angsty fanfic #destiel #jegulus #dead poets society #dark academia #chrasillasss

[fantastic-nonsense]

I'm sorry but I'm not going to be able to take those dramatic angsty scenes between Hermes and Percy in The Last Olympian seriously now. I just can't keep a straight face imagining Walker Scobell shouting at Lin Manuel Miranda for abandoning his kids

#pjo #pjo tv #percy jackson #hermes #lin manuel miranda #like not me imagining LMM trying to be angsty and dramatic while blaming a 16 year old girl for his son turning to the dark side.... #(I CAN see the George and Martha scenes being funny af though. those I can see with an LMM!Hermes)

[clementexix]

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Even after years, Tom’s heart was still aching for you. He had his minions secretly follow you around and report on every slice of your life. He was informed that your life has now turned a new leaf. You finally got married to the man of your dreams, who was also charming and brilliant like Tom. However, he was different. He was gentle, attentive, considerate, and more, which Riddle could never embrace. “Leave.” He hissed under his breath, barely glancing at his minions. His face was emotionless as he remained focused on the locket necklace in front of him, subconsciously playing with it. It was not until there was only him in the office that his facial expression loosened. He opened the locket, staring at your portrait with a frown. In the end, you betrayed him. After all, it was just sweet talk. He closed it right after that. Annoyance and disappointment were written all over his facial expression, yet there was a hint of remorse reflected in his gaze. After all this time, you were still his muse, his light, and his first love. Hearing you so much in bliss with your current partner made him jealous, but he knew so well he had no right. Tom stood up, letting out a low grunt before putting on his dark cloak. He needed to witness this himself. He needed to confirm if all of this was true or whether it was only his worst nightmare. Tom soon stood outside your house, his eyes piercing through the curtain. He laid his gaze upon the way your husband was wrapping his arms around your waist from behind while you two’s laughter filled the whole kitchen. Tom’s eyes squinted in disgust, blood boiling up on his face. Riddle clenched his fists as soon as your husband gave you a smooch on the lips, whispering affectionate words that were just like music to your ear. Tom was green with envy. He could have used Avada Kedavra right here and right now to get rid of this bothersome feeling. However, he was stunned by your smile, the one he had never seen before. At that moment, he realized that you were only happiest when you were with someone else, not him. His heart was broken into pieces; he couldn’t utter a word. He stood there, mesmerized by your contagious laugh that could easily melt anyone. Memories suddenly flooded back into his head. He remembered every single time he shot you a glance of annoyance, spoke with a harsh tone, and showed his usual cold demeanor towards you, or those times that he brutally pushed you away, no matter how hopelessly you were begging him to stay. They were now all in the past. The young, dark lord silently left, regret reflected in his eyes. He wished he could turn back time and make it up to you. He wished he could feel the warmth of your embrace once again and apologize for everything he had done. But all was too late. He couldn't go back in time and undo his mistakes. Tom might be powerful, strong, and undefeatable. Yet, the only defeat he allowed was making you his once again. For the first time in his life, he felt thankful for your presence. The urge to murder your husband soon got replaced by a sense of gratitude on his face. Tom appreciated that you finally met the right one. And he made sure that you would be only his exception to make him feel this way, this kindness.

#angst prompts #angsty #harry potter fic #harry potter imagine #tom riddle #harry potter #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tome riddle x you #the dark lord #dark lord #tomriddle #angst #tom riddle imagine #tome riddle fanfic #tom x you #tom x reader #tom x y/n

[zombiejunk]

sam sneaking into dean’s bed as a teenager, wrapping his legs around dean and holding them chest to chest. feeling dean get hard right against him and saying nothing about it, just rocking forward into how good it feels. panting against dean’s skin. feeling dean grip the back of sam’s neck in a cradle—“sammy, we shouldn’t” but doing it anyway.

#🎱 #wincest #writing jawbreaker and all i can think about is the angsty middle of the night in-the-dark forbidden moments between them!!!!!

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I need a fic where Merlin doesn’t know he’s Emrys and doesn’t know about his destiny, he’s just a good person who sees someone constantly almost dying and saves him because he can’t just sit and do nothing.

Kilgharrah doesn’t exist. Plot holes aside, the bitchy basement gecko can go to hell.

Anyway.

This all takes place during The Beginning of The End episode.

Mordred doesn’t call Merlin Emrys, he just cries out for help (and for his dad). Merlin steps in, the rest of the episode is the same but Merlin is determined to help the druid boy he found. Without crusty dinosaur harping on, he gets to choose the right thing for his own morals and critical thinking. Gaius is unsurprisingly resistant, so Merlin is being extremely careful, then Arthur finds him in Morgana’s chambers while he’s healing Mordred.

Let’s go with Morgana already knows about Merlin’s magic and he’s been helping her too against Gaius’ advice.

Arthur feels betrayed and is upset because Merlin can’t seem to give him a straight answer about anything. It’s all still new to him, but he’s learning that Merlin is good even if he doesn’t answer any of Arthur’s questions about magic or why he doesn’t use spells or anything like that. He’s angry but he can’t punish Merlin and free Mordred without being hypocritical, so he mostly sulks.

In all the perceived lies, Arthur snaps and instead of punishing him, he doesn’t let Merlin leave his side until he tells the truth.

So when Arthur takes Mordred back to the Druids, Merlin goes with him. Iseldir greets them as “Emrys and The Once and Future King” They’re both confused, but obviously Arthur is the future king so Arthur asks who Iseldir thought Merlin was.

Iseldir reveals their destiny that Merlin is the god of magic. Merlin is silent and Arthur is so confused and hurt about why Merlin didn’t trust him.

Iseldir answers all of Arthur’s questions about destiny and the prophecy while Merlin doesn’t say a word. He takes it to mean Merlin is ashamed or something similar about the truth coming out, meanwhile Merlin is grappling with the fact that he supposedly isn’t human. After days of Arthur picking on him for “lying” and all the unintentionally cruel jibes, when Iseldir tries to say Merlin was blessed with his power and that it was something he should be grateful for.

Merlin breaks down in a Percy Jackson style “I’m not a god! There’s something wrong with me! I get that whatever I am isn’t supposed to happen, I know I’m a monster, believe me. I never even learned magic and every time I’ve tried to get rid of it, it’s almost killed me! So don’t tell me that this is a blessing, that this curse is something I should be happy about because it’s the reason I’ve spent every single day of my entire life terrified!” Then he stops for a second and the tears roll down his cheeks, “I’m sorry, but I’m not what you think I am. You need to find someone else to believe in.”

(Skip to the end for a happy ending, this is angsty. Warning for dark!Arthur and major character death)

Arthur thinks Merlin is lying and banishes him on the spot. Iseldir warns against it, but Merlin is just so tired so he doesn’t fight it. He’s left broken and believing he’s a monster, so be leaves to protect his friends.

Until a month or so later Arthur is on a hunt when he gets separated and lost, then injured by bandits. Merlin finds him, (he’s been sent off by the druids for failing this destiny he knew nothing about, in search of a solution but they’re not very forthcoming with information) and Merlin heals him. Then they get all the diamond of the day moments while Merlin is nursing Arthur back to health until he succumbs to infection.

Merlin gives his life for Arthur, knowing that he’ll be a good king. This leads Arthur to become really dark, he kills his father and takes over Camelot, welcoming magic but killing anyone with a different opinion. No one is safe, war breaks out and Camelot falls. When Arthur dies, young and during an uprising, he meets Merlin again in Avalon. Merlin doesn’t recognise Arthur with all he’s become, and Arthur is punished to watch all his people suffer with his old mind while watching Merlin continuously pushing him away because “he’s waiting for Arthur, he shouldn’t be alone when he gets here. He would’ve been a good king, he needs someone to take care of him now.” And it breaks Arthur’s heart to hear it every time.

That’s all I got so far, it could be that they’re both driven mad waiting, Arthur by watching his people and Merlin by waiting for a man he’s doomed to never recognise again. I’m not sure, I haven’t gotten that far.

Or for less angst, hurt/comfort where Arthur has to realise that Merlin is just as in the dark as he is, he really doesn’t know any of the questions Arthur had and he’s probably been looking for answers a lot longer. They work together to fix everything and while it’s difficult, Merlin still has issues with lying to protect his friends (intent/outcome issues) Arthur is too trusting still and they have to deal with Morgause and all the other threats but they overcome it together. Albion is united and they live happily ever after.

#I still can’t write without it getting angsty apparently #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #merthur #ao3 fanfic #merlin #fic ideas #ao3 author #ao3 writer #i’m bad at tagging #cannon divergence #kilgharrah hate club #mordred #druid #merlin and arthur #angst #angst and hurt/comfort #dark!Arthur Pendragon #character death

[sasanka-27]

suptober day 10 - close shave

#destiel fanart #destiel #spn fanart #castiel #dean winchester #my art #sasanka27 art #deancas #sorry but its not that angsty right #i didnt do dark dark colors #suptober23

[muwitch]

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #enver gortash #the dark urge #durge #durgetash #mu draws #god didnt bestow rendering skill on me but alas #somwthing angsty for the soul #teth the black #just needed that one out of my system for weeks bare with me

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 58

So the Justice League Dark division wasn’t exactly something that was always there. It was created well into the normal Justice League’s existence when they had several heroes already. 

So I sit here, and I wonder why they might create a division for the supernatural and magical specifically. I wonder what they fucked up so badly, or missed because they just didn’t have any way of knowing until it was too late. I sit here and ask just what happened to Amity Park that resulted in such a league being created within days.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #justice league #justice league dark #this could be a very angsty prompt #or it could just be that amity got yanked into the ghost zone lol #prompts

[keicordelle]

It's kind of impressive how good Astarion is at primping when he can't see his own reflection. Like, he's vain, sure -- he has to be, to lure people back to Cazador. A pretty face is much more likely to draw people in, especially with his particular skill set. But...

All those years hunting for Cazador. Dolling himself up just to trap some poor fool in a tavern or a seedy back alley. His appearance always perfectly put together and beautiful.

Did the other spawn help get ready? There certainly seemed to be no love lost between them, especially for Astarion, but... Did they act as each others' mirrors, helping to style hair and apply make up? Did they help each other, in as much as they could, at least where it came to drawing in victims? Each consigned to the same fate, did they offer each other that smallest kindness of a brush run through hair?

Or did Astarion learn alone in the dark, to slick back his hair and hide his bruises? Is that why he's so put together at the start of the game, when you ought to be at your worst, injured and lost in the wreckage of your life? Practice?

#idk i just cant get the thought of astarion alone in a pitch black dungeon out of my head #slicking back his hair without any sort of help or reflection because thats what he has to do #he has no choice. he must look beautiful. he must fumble his way through the dark to do it. #how long would that take to learn? did he spend his 1st decade an unkempt mess struggling to find some way to make himself beautiful again? #struggling to find the will to care? #ahh i shouldnt stay up so late the angsty feels are getting to me #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #~k