#have some angst

[lorehappy83]

"Do what you must, Angel. I don't think you can do the wrong thing"

#good omens #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #ineffable angst #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #you guys are amazing #here #have some angst #but also #weird anatomy

[gaytedlasso]

there’s never enough time.

~

3rd anniversary of canon destiel

Nov 5, 2020

#YEAR 3 ! GIVE IT UP FOR YEAR 3 #have some angst #I’ll draw fluffy things another time #purposely gave these a blur effect #to signify the haste of time #and he’s that is the cut Dean reaction from the ep trailer #LOVE YOU ALL #sketch.art #destiel #deancas #November 5th #Nov 5 #nov 5 2020 #destiel angst #despair #spn 15x18 #Cas’ confession

[somewhere-in-wales]

You know what I was just thinking about? That feeling when you fall hard for someone you can't have.

And every time you see them your heart jumps. You drop EVERYTHING for a chance to spend time with them. Hearing from them lights you up, and your life can be divided between the time you get to spend with them and the time spent waiting to be with them again.

That agonising, heartbreaking, soul-crushing feeling of having fallen so deep that you can't see a way out, and you don't even want to.

Now imagine that going on for hundreds of years.

And then, when it finally looks like there might be a way out, together, it gets ripped away.

I was just thinking about that.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #the final 15 #ineffable heartbreak #aziraphale #crowley #good omens 2 #aziracrow #I made myself sad #holy shit this is angsty #have some angst

[hopelesslysleepy]

"It's a bit different when it's someone you know."

Sometimes I think about this line of Crowley's from the Edinburgh minisode "I Know Where I'm Going" and picture Aziraphale watching the Fall and finding Crowley's face among those about to be eternally damned.

#have some angst #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #ineffable idiots #aziraphale x crowley

[theatre-apocalypse]

The millionth end was vanity, I thought I saw you smile at me.

-

Some self-aware timeloop Emma!

#starkid #hatchetfield #tgwdlm #emma perkins #paul matthews #paulkins #haven’t posted much bc art block is a bitch and im self conscious bc its all sketches #but fuck it. my blog #have some angst

[highdefinitions]

when dew first changed from water to fire, he cut his hair. left it all over the bathroom for days until he finally let mountain into his room to check on him. mountain cleaned it up silently, behind a closed door and choked sobs.

and by the time he actually even goes down near the lake again, his hair had just grown down past his jaw. he didn't go swimming again until it was nearly past his shoulders.

the first time dew went swimming again, he nearly drowned. it had been months by then after his transition into a fire ghoul, and he hadn't been able to sleep—burdened by the urge to go down to the water. so he does. he gets up out of bed and wanders the halls, pausing just outside of the new water ghoul's room. he almost knocked, almost asked rain to come with him, but he stopped himself, and went alone. he went down to the lake alone, and stood at the end of the dock, and then closed his eyes and jumped in.

he failed to consider that he wasn't going to be as good as he used to be in the water. he couldn't hold his breath for as long, couldn't go as deep as he wanted to, and it nearly cost him his life. because he tried. he tried to swim down to the bottom and just be, to quiet the noise in his head, to stamp out the draw to the water that was no longer his. he couldn't hold his breath for as long as he used to, couldn't handle the pressure—couldn't even make it more than halfway to the bottom. he couldn't swim to the surface as fast as he used to be able to.

so his muscles screamed from the strain. his ears popped, eyes felt like they were going to explode. his lungs burned. for one feeble moment, he felt like he was actually going to die, that he'd never make it to the top and the one thing that had previously made him was going to kill him.

but then he broke the surface, swam to shore. he dragged himself up onto the sand, soaking wet and shivering. he drew his knees up to his chest, let his head hang between them.

and he cried for everything he just lost.

#percy writes #this was longer than i wanted it to be but. blurb. i guess #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ghost the band #this is just like. bullshit by the way but have it #i've had this sitting in my docs for forever and actually had like half a fic written for it but it didn't pan how i wanted so (flopped) #have some angst #i told you listening to mumford & sons for days on end would have an impact #called it end of the water (feel) for a while

[lunarr-stuff]

you idiot...its not your fault... its mine...

#my art #clip studio paint #digital art #dragonfruit #lmk fanart #lmk red son #lmk mei #lego monkie kid #lego monkey kid fanart #dragonfruitshipping #dragonfruit shipping #i realized i forgot to post this HAHA #HAVE SOME ANGST #i love themm #heheh #hugggles #blazepocolyse au by dr chalk #my biggest inspiration atm haha

[its-elsy]

Some mistakes were made

#my art #invader zim #invaderzim #iz zim #zim iz #dib membrane #iz dib membrane #almighty tallest #third tallest au #angst #have some angst #and a really rushed comic I guess

[ebongawk]

"They had lost.

Oh, Christ.  They had lost.   He’d killed himself for nothing, for fucking bullshit, just to––

Just to be sent back.

Just to warn everyone."

every star in the sky (is taking aim) a hellcheer time travel AU by makeshiftcandy ch 1/? | rated E

read on ao3

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #stranger things #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer fic #hellcheer day #happy hellcheer day! #have some angst

[sourtomatola]

Two jobs, for two bots.

This is for the Midsummer nightmare's boys! I had to draw this after that dream sequence ^^

#Too lazy to color any fancier than that XD #But yeah I cooked this up last night when wanting something to draw #took all day but I'm done #have some angst #fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #art #my art #comic #A midsummer nightmare #Dark fae au #Vampire springtrap #william afton #vampire william afton #This was a theory I had for the game itself #like why Moon's merch is in the basment #so the dead children knew who to go to for rest #and the sun and moon are in the #“Heavens” #Also I loved the movie's #“You had one job” *names two things* gag #child death #tw death #tw murder #tw child murder

[kawaiikenna]

Inspired by this post by @stealingyourbones . No one is safe from the angst. ÒwÓ TW: buried alive.

For those who want to be tagged for continuation; here’s the link to the fic posted on ao3. Subscribe there to guarantee a notification just in case I forget to tag someone. ^w^ Under the Earth; Far from Home

Part 2 for y’all. :3

Danny didn’t know how long he had been in there for. His breathing has become slow and shallow. The last he counted was eight breaths per minute. Lower than his usual resting rate but not too alarming. Now though, he was down to four breaths. His heartbeat had always been much slower than a regular living person at fifty-five beats per minute. It was now hitting at thirty-seven. Worryingly low, even for him.

He groggily cracked his eyes open and was greeted by the same sight he had been staring at for who knows how long now. Silver metal with green cybertronic designs inlaid. A small viewing window directly above him. It was closed though, and could only be opened from the outside. He stared at his reflection in the plexiglass and metal. His face no longer held any kind of muscle or fat. His cheeks had hollowed and eyes had sunken to a damn near skeletal level. When he wriggled his hand up to cautiously touch his face, it was in the same state. Fingers gaunt and skeletal. He could see every single bone in his hand as well as his wrist.

Betrayal panged through his chest at the thought of how he came to be in this situation. His heart had stopped while Danny had been napping on the couch. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence but this time his mom had found him. She had silently freaked out before being his dad in. Together they came to the conclusion that Danny had died. A very logical conclusion for any other normal person. But Danny was anything but normal. The next time he awoke was to his parents shutting the lid on what had seemed to be a coffin. Danny had yelled and shouted until his voice broke and his throat felt raw. He flailed about in his tiny prison, trying to find a way, any way, of getting out. He was rewarded with multiple shocks every time he even so much as brushed the metal sides. When Danny had tried to go ghost he was shocked so badly that he passed out from the pain.

The next time he awoke was to the thudding sounds of something being thrown onto the lid. Panic had welled up in his mind. Gripping his throat and constricting his chest. He was being buried alive. His parents were BURYING HIM ALIVE. Danny cried and screamed again. Begging them to not do this. To let him out. Telling them that he was still alive, that he was still their son and not a ghost.

They didn’t stop. Instead, Danny was left there. Panting and heaving through the worst panic attack he had ever experienced. He was stuck and there was no getting out.

Danny sighed. He knew that he didn’t have much time left. His energy had nearly completely depleted. He was so weak that he couldn’t physically fight his way out. So with the last bit of strength that he could muster, he sent out an emotional distress signal. He didn’t expect a response. One had never come before. So he closed his eyes again, submitting to his fate.

And then it came.

A tiny whisper, but a response all the same. Danny’s eyes snapped open, renewed vigor forcing him to press his hands against the lid of the coffin he had been buried in. The shocks rocking through his incredibly weak body but it didn’t stop him. Instead he sent out another emotional beacon.

Help, help, buried, not dead, alive, alive, ALIVE.

The answering reply;

Alive, help, coming, safe?

No, no, hurt, alive, hurt.

Danny cried for the first time in what felt like eons. Green streaked tears flooding from his eyes to fall down through his hair and to the pitifully thin pillow below his head. This other presence caressed his mind with projections of safety and help. And he continued to cry out for help. The emotional and mental anguish finally breaking through and breaking him down. He could feel himself slipping. His consciousness fading into black. But just before he slipped entirely into the welcoming blackness that was trying to overcome him, the viewing window slid open.

On the other side was a man with mostly black hair save a lock of pure white that was stuck to his forehead by the sweat pouring off of him. His blue eyes kept flickering to a shade of ectoplasm green before returning back to blue. He wore a white tank top that was now grass stained and streaked with dirt. His hands and arms covered in a thick layer of mud. Had he dug through the dirt by hand? Why?

While Danny had been lost in thought, a sound he had never thought he would hear again rang in his ears. The coffin lid hissed as the hydraulic hinges lifted it. And Danny took his first breath of fresh, non-recycled air in heaven knows how long. The sobs that rended themselves from his throat were those that told of a broken and afraid teen. One that had been abandoned by his parents, possibly even his sister and best friends. Someone that had been alone for so long that even sitting in a stranger’s embrace in the muddy rain was euphoric.

Danny didn’t know when the man had picked him up and held him closely. But it was definitely not unwelcome. If anything, Danny tried to press further into the stranger’s chest. Further away from the damned coffin that had been his prison for so long. The darkness of unconsciousness was beckoning again. Even sweeter this time in the wake of his rescue.

So he closed his eyes and Danny fell asleep to the deep cadence of the man’s voice telling him he was safe.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #batman #dp #jason todd #dc x dp #dc comics #batfam #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #red hood #buried alive #tw: buried alive #have some angst #so much angst #no one is spared

[gummy-sharks666]

Hmmmm here have some Aires seeing Jesse for the first time under hypnosis since he was able to escape Gundalia and join the castle knights. They got separated right after Jesse got zapped. How conflicting it must feel to see your lover is still alive, but he’s just a husk essentially….

#bakugan #bakugan battle brawlers #gundalian invaders #bakugan gundalian invaders #jesse glenn #bakugan oc #oc sketch #oc/canon #oc x canon #have some angst

[the-starry-raven]

Angst fact about Sparrow.

This

She lost her mom a few months after she turned one, so she doesn't really remember her besides a few foggy memories but has seen photos of her. She still tries to make her proud whenever she's on missions because from what both of her fathers say, she was also in the same field as she is.

She also reminds her bio dad of her mom since she's almost similar to her besides her eyes, height, and personality but she does have some mannerisms much like her.

#cod oc: sparrow #cod oc #starry raven rambles #have some angst

[brightlybound]

For @hinnymicrofic August 9th prompt: blood(shot)

Read below or HERE on AO3.

The Funeral

After the end of it all, after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry does not see Ginny again until Fred is being laid to rest. There is a steady drizzle, the smell of wet earth heavy in his nostrils. A large group of reporters surge forward at the sight of him apparating alongside Ron and Hermione. His fingers clench around his wand, fury he hasn’t felt in days making the muscles in his arms tremble.

But then she’s there, her small hand curling around his elbow.

“Leave it,” Ginny says, voice low and hoarse.

He's sure he's lost all his breath there in that moment with her sudden appearance. He looks down at her, into her bloodshot eyes, and forgets everyone and everything else.

“How are you?” he blurts.

Her bubble of a laugh is thick with tears. She doesn’t answer him directly, but concedes, “I’m trying to keep it together. Mostly for Mum.”

The church doors open as they approach, then shut quickly and loudly behind them. There is a soft hum of chatter that dips at their entrance. Harry wouldn’t have noticed if Ginny hadn’t pulled away.

She tucks a strand of limp hair behind her ear, and tugs at the sleeves of her robes, the deepest shade of blue in a sea of bright colors, as requested for the funeral of the most colorful man Harry had ever met.

“I’ll see you after?” she asks softly.

Harry reaches out, unable to help himself; there is a silent tear trailing down her cheek, and he wipes it away, a gentle brush of his knuckle along the smattering of freckles.

“Yeah, of course.”

Later that evening, when fireworks light up the night sky, Harry watches Ginny slip away and into The Burrow.

She does not return.

#hinny #harry/ginny #fanfiction #microfic #have some angst #hp #my writing #brightlybound

[adrianasunderworld]

I feel like we forget the ghost in Ramshackle very likely aren't adults. They were students. They lived in the dorm. Why would men who died in old age have such strong regrets and unfinished business to relentlessly haunt their highschool dorm? They would have likely died on school grounds in their youth. Meaning the Ramshackle ghost are also teenagers.

Imagine Yuu having a heart to heart with them all when it was clear they would not leave.

"Why are you guys haunting here anyway?"

"I don't know where I would go." The chubby ghost replied. "I...I died before my mom did. I don't know when she passed, I wouldn't know where to look for her."

"I don't want to go to the Netherworld." The tall skinny one replied. "I have the opposite problem. I know for a fact my father is waiting for me, and I would rather die again than see him."

"This is the only real home I've ever had." The smallest ghost replied, not wanting to elaborate more.

Ramshackle, the dorm for lost children.

#twisted wonderland #ramshackle dorm #ramshackle #ramshackle ghosts #twst yuu #twst mc #have some angst

[sanicmaster]

I wanna have control

I want a perfect body

#rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gif post #have some angst