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meliocamelio · 9 months

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what if one day Ingo finds a way to go back to Unova and he has to leave Melli...

(I'm literally crying rn)

#highlandshipping #mellingo #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends ingo #pokemon legends melli #pokemon melli #pokémon ingo #melli x ingo #warden ingo #warden melli #i'm not crying you are #angst????#idk if this makes sense #it was supposed to be a vent #abandonment issues #he's just like me fr #my art

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fiprobsreblogsalot · 3 months

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A PUPPY IS BORN MY SKIN IS CLEARED MY CROPS ARE WATER I AM SCREAMING THROWING UP LOSING MY MIND

I was literally talking about Sam's disappearance like yesterday and today??? PRAYERS ANSWERED I WANT TO KISS GOD

#sam wilson #SAM!! WILSON!!#WE GOTTEM BABY #LET'S GO #also possible sambucky content??#fluff??#ANGST????#so many possibilities #sambucky #buckysam #winterfalcon #falcon #bucky barnes #captain america #what if #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu

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cod-dump · 3 months

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I LIVE

And I come baring Phoenix

Phoenix and Moose are besties that just so happen to do couple-y things

They cuddle when either one is upset or needs someone

They kiss bc they can

Sometimes they fuck because they don’t want the other getting too pent up

They go out for dinner sometimes because the other deserves to be treated

It takes Graves being like “Are you two official yet?” For Phoenix and Moose to realize they’re acting like a couple

Take this as you will

-🔥

Being so close really confuses everyone. Were they dating? It looked like it. None of the Shadows confirmed or denied it (did they even know?) and Graves didn’t even blink when it was brought up to him. He’s been dealing with that how long now? Of course he’s not fazed.

They were so, so close. Then there was a distance, it was almost immediate. Phoenix to start keeping his distance, feeling awkward around Moose. It had to be because of Roach, now Moose’s official boyfriend. Whatever closeness Phoenix and Moose had seemed to crack away, probably Phoenix respecting his teammate’s relationship.

Maybe they had a talk and things changed over night. Whatever happened, no one who knew was saying anything. Graves was acting as he did before, unfazed. Moose was himself though there was a distance in his eyes. He still considered Phoenix one of his best friends, still sought him out to talk, hang out, rant with.

Maybe the entrance of Roach really was the cause of change. Or maybe it was something else… no one knew, no one was sure if they would ever know.

#angst????#i can’t tell anymore #🔥#cod oc: phoenix #shadow company moose #shadow company oc #cod oc #moose x roach #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #drabble

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n4m3l3ss-c10wn · 18 days

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Almost finished it :3

#splatoon 3 #splatoon dlc #side order #parallel canon #trafitional art #sketch #angst????

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nexoknightsposting · 8 months

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Sketches from sketchtown

#jestro #lego nexo knights #lance richmond #nexo knights jestro #nexo knights lavaria #lavaria x jestro #lol lmao even #angst????#lmao imagine saying you draw lego angst #did we watch the same show

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hvpelesswriting · 1 year

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Losing your mind with a dance [an Umbrella Academy Five Hargreeves Fanfiction reposted from my AO3]

he twirls with extreme grandeur, losing himself underneath the bloody red sky, littered with bits of pink, and blue. ash and dust twirling similarly in the atmosphere (or what was left of it).

a wide grin stretched across his face as around him the island-like slab of what was left of the world started tearing itself into shreds. the sound of concrete cracking and the rumbling of death itself filled his ears.

he held your left hand with his right, his dominant hand clutching at your waist as your dominant hand clutched at his. his siblings were screaming and pleading with the two of you to stop and head into the portal with them.

and quite frankly, he didn't care.

you were there—no. you were here, he didn't need anything more, or anything less.

was this love? intoxication? or was this simply him, losing his mind to you… to this dance… and to the universe crumbling around him.

don't save the universe.. maybe that old man was right.

he danced, while still fucked up beyond recognition, he was as graceful as a swan on calm, sparkling water. keeping a smile on his face the entire time.

yells and pleads came from above him—specifically from an overhead balcony that had full access to this last dance.

but he didn't listen, and frankly, he didn't want to, he only wanted you. he only wanted you, and this dance to the end. he was losing his mind, and he didn't mind whatsoever! he didn't care, he didn't care at all, he only cared about you.

he loves you.

and that's all he needed.

he laughed.. loud, obnoxious, and pitchy. it would sound like a perfectly normal laugh for someone of his physique, his age. but unless you were listening carefully enough, it would be easy to miss the solemn—you could even say–deranged tone in his voice. the tone that showed how much he really felt as though he lost it all. which wasn't far off as he had already lost his family, his childhood innocence, his sanity….. and now, he was going to lose the love of his life.

“hey, but at least we're going out with a bang!” he remembered you telling him just a few hours ago …..

they were going to end it all… together.

he suddenly stopped, making you look at him with confusion.

he smiled, causing you to smile back.

his smile was warm, genuine, kind, friendly, and breathtaking. it gave you butterflies.

you held his face, and he held yours.

he took a quick glance up at the balcony and saw as his siblings had gone.

good. he thought.

they got out.

and he laughed, and he weeped. and holy guacamole—he's fucking insane!

this wasn't.. intoxication. this was love! this was pure love and ecstasy and feelings that were abnormal but felt completely right!

as his utter insanity took over he started dancing once more, now feeling his skin get hot and scratchy and ouch!— he felt like he was on fire!

but it felt good, not in a weird perverse way- but a satisfying pain that made him forget about the everlasting tightening of his chest as he looked at you, from the tips of your toes, you had started turning into dust. slowly peeling away into nothing.

next, he stole a glance at your face, which held a manic smile to which he had grown fond of.

you made him feel safe.

you made him feel as though all his problems had simply melted away.

you look down at his feet—ah, it seems as though he has started crumbling away as well.

and to be honest, it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. but his chest still felt like it would explode any second.

a bark of laughter escaped his throat as he watched the love of his life hold him in a close embrace as you crumbled away into nothingness with a single tear running down your cheek.

it was his turn to shatter, and he simply couldn't hold his feelings in anymore as he burst out into a loud, hoarse—probably from all the laughing—scream. he screamed and threw profanities at the all knowing, quote-on-quote 'all forgiving' being. sure, he looked like a madman but who's there to judge? there is quite literally nobody there. so he continued screaming and crying and fucking cursing at all those who wronged him, to all those who made him like this.

his ears were ringing from all the screaming, his vision had black splotches all over, his chest tightened and tightened until—

everything turned black.

suddenly, everything came back. he was on tile flooring, feeling vibrations in the air ring in his ears. air rushed into his lungs as he folded into himself in a coughing fit.

finally he opened his eyes.

an elevator?

#umbrella academy season 3 #the hargreeves siblings #umbrella academy #umbrella academy klaus #tua #tua netflix #five hargreeves #number five #angst????#fanfiction #I think ao3 hates me

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the-overanalyst · 6 months

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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

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bebx · 7 months

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 7 months

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feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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mcntsee · 13 days

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.