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khickuwa · 10 months

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paying my monthly luke tax

#luke pearce #xia yan #art #artist #fanart #tears of themis #sketch #illustration #illust #tears of themis fanart #a formal apology to everyone who follows me because my artstyle changes every damn season changing #but oeououoeouoeuh luke meow meow brainrot go brr.....#i have two modes #and that's it #it's angst #or thirst traps

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awyeahitssam · 2 months

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Harry/Tom; Broken Promises + Pillow Forts, unresolved angst. Weirdly soft for them.

Harry may love his boyfriend, but he was also the first to admit that Tom Riddle was a stubborn prick.

They had been dating for seven months - fighting for longer - and, naturally, Yule was no different. They spent the majority of the day schmoozing at Black manor, Harry having allowed Tom to use his political position as both the Potter and Black heir to score an invite. It was a dreadfully boring and headache inducing affair, especially because Tom abandoned him several times to whisper his plans for World Domination into the ears of enthralled purebloods.

And now that they were back home, Tom was refusing to honor his end of the deal.

“We’re both exhausted, Harry,” he sighed, replacing a stiff dress shirt with soft cotton. “Another time.”

Harry doubted that. Plus, it was important to watch today. When Harry was young and Lily alive, every Yule had been spent on this very couch, bundled under blankets with a mug of hot chocolate and Christmas specials playing.

“We just spent most of the day playing politics because you wanted to, Tom, something I only agreed to because you promised we would do this tonight.”

“We left early because you said you were exhausted,” Tom rebutted. “Which means you need sleep, not to watch muggle Telly programs.”

“Fine,” Harry snapped, pulling Mrs. Weasley’s annual sweater over his head to conceal his hurt expression until he could get it under control. “Do what you want, but I’m watching this.”

Tom didn’t have family traditions. He didn’t have family. So it was understandable that he didn’t know how important this was to Harry.

But Harry had watched these with Remus once his mother died, and doing it alone, now that they were both gone, felt wrong.

Not that he had ever truly explained the importance of this to Tom. His lover probably thought of it as a silly whim, a favor. Perhaps he just detested muggles too much to care how his turnabout would affect Harry, and had never been planning to watch at all. It did rather sound like him.

Harry curled into a ball at the edge of the sofa and twisted his wand. Pillows zoomed from every room of the house, blankets floating behind them, and Harry heard a grunt as Tom -- presumably -- dodged one as they piled around him, building a fort that made him feel more cozy and less alone.

“Harry,” Tom hissed, in that all-too-familiar tone of frustration.

“What?” Harry snapped, turning on the Christmas special. His chest felt tight and he could feel his eyes welling with stupid, traitorous tears he refused to let fall. There was a pause, and then a blanket was pushed aside, allowing Tom to peer into his fort.

He was frowning, but it was more concerned than annoyed, and Harry looked away quickly. Not quickly enough, it seemed, because Tom sighed heavily and stepped into the fort, gently grasping his cheek.

“What is it, darling?”

Harry shrugged, pulling out of Tom’s grasp.

“Nothing,” he said through a dry throat. “I don’t like it when you make me promises you have no intention of keeping.”

Tom tensed, but didn’t deny his claim. “You’re typically not so upset.”

Harry turned to face him, anger only making the tears stronger. “Just because I don’t say it doesn’t mean I don’t feel it,” he snapped. “As much as you hate liars, it’s interesting what you’ve become, isn’t it?”

But Tom did not snap back, or fly into a pique as he was wont to do when Harry criticized him. Instead, he crouched down before him with a frown, hesitantly touching his knees. “I’ve truly upset you,” he noted, then offered, “I’ll stay. We can watch the program together.”

Harry grimaced, pulling away from the tentative touch. “I don’t want you here if you don’t want to be here,” he said, heart panging. “Why don’t you go back to Malfoy’s? I know he was talking about the after-party half the night.”

But Tom only frowned at him. “I’m not leaving,” he said. “You’re upset with me.”

Harry’s chest tightened. “When has that ever stopped you from leaving in the past?”

“Well, if you would just tell me instead of expecting me to know!” Tom snapped. “I’m trying here, Harry!”

“Maybe I need time,” Harry returned, just as fiercely though his own voice was quiet. “I don’t have to tell you everything, Tom, and I’ll tell you nothing before I’m ready to. I had your word that you would do this with me. Excuse me for believing that would be enough.”

From the fleeting expression on Tom’s face, a punch might’ve landed gentler. Neither of them trusted easily. Tom, because he’d never had reason to trust. Harry, because his faith had been broken so many times in the past.

#oh no #what's this?#my writing #tom riddle/harry potter #Tom/harry #harry/tom #angst my dear #it's angst #but like #swoft angst

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the-casestudy-of-fusion · 2 months

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Teaser for a comic I'm working on 🥰✨️

#it's angst #can't you tell?#a bit dramatic on my part but oh well #the case study of fusion #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #fanart #steven universe au #anime #doodles #manga #noé archiviste #vanitas #work in progress #comic

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pearlynia · 4 months

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Flashbacks | words: 850

James finding out about regulus's death

James didn't know how long he's been sitting there staring at the daily prophet.

Regulus Black confirmed dead was written on the front of the page

James couldn't believe it, it can't be. Regulus can't be gone.

Suddenly James is 12 years old again. James is 12 and had just met Regulus and his first thought was "he has beautiful eyes" and he couldn't stop looking at his best friend's little brother.

James is 13 again, when Regulus cursed him cuz he snuck up on him after a Gryffindor Vs Slytherin game.

Slytherin had won and James just wanted to congratulate Regulus, but he apparently approach him a a wrong way. That was probably the second time they met and James thinks his eyes are still, very very beautiful.

James is 14 again when he can't stop himself from looking for the younger Black in the Great hall every time. And found out later on that he might have a tiny crush on the younger Black brother. Well shit.

James is 15 again when he decided to befriend baby Black, he knows it's a bad idea okay? Sirius would muder him when he finds out. But it couldn't help it! Regulus bloody Black was just so distracting and they're not even in the same class!

James is 15 and Regulus just kissed him, and oh it felt like time had stopped, everything had stopped and it's only the two of them. It felt like everything.

James is 16 again and he realized he's very much and very deeply, in love with Regulus Black. He always kinda knew he loves Regulus, but never really thought about it. But now, Merlin, he's very much gone for this boy.

Him and Regulus were on the quidditch pitch, Regulus was telling him about stars and how beautiful they are, but all James could think about is the boy next to him. Regulus looked beautiful under the moonlight, and yes, yes James was no doubt in love with him.

James was 16 when they spent their Christmas together in the come and go room, Regulus had given him a ring, a ring with the sun on it and beside the sun is a small star. James loved it and cried, Regulus had chuckled and called him and idiot.

James was 16 when they danced in the snow, no one was there to bother them, it was just the two of them. They danced in the snow like nothing else exist, just two boys in love, giggling and holding each other.

James was 17 again and he asked Regulus to come home with him, he asked Regulus to leave his house and come with him. Regulus had disagree and told him he can't. They had fought that night, they rarely fought. Maybe James shouldn't have pushed it too far, he'll apologize the next time they meet.

James was 17 when the war got really really bad, and he's worried about regulus, be knows what kind of people his family is. James is worried they'll hurt Regulus and make him join the war. But James will get him out, James got Sirius out so why can't Regulus.

James was 17 again on the floor of the come and go room, Regulus had joined the deatheaters, Regulus had chose them over him, but James knew better, James knew they must've forced him in a way to make him join.

James had begged Regulus not to leave, he had told him they'd figure it out, James had begged him to not leave him. But Regulus had left.

On that day, the sun lost his color, the sun shine less and less.

After that day, James Potter was never truly happy again.

Now staring at the daily prophet, James doesn't believe it, Regulus can't be gone, the same boy who laughed at James for acting like an idiot.

The same boy who talked about stars with such interest. The same boy who'd whisper "I love you" at nights. The same boy who gave him a beautiful ring, James still has it

James would do anything to hear one more laugh form Regulus, he'd do anything to hear one more "i love you", he'd do anything to spend even a minute with Regulus.

Days passed since Regulus's death, maybe weeks, maybe months, James didn't know, he's been on autopilot since then. Maybe he cried, maybe he screamed. He doesn't remember. All he knows is he's missing something, he felt nothing at all, like a part of him had died. Oh but it had.

The war was getting worse, James didn't know what would happen to them, but one thing James knew is that his heart would never beat for anyone again.

Regulus Black had James Potter's heart and never gave it back, he took it in the grave with him.

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idontknowmyownmind · 3 months

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Soukoku AU

Everytime they have sex, Chuuya will be wearing a blindfold just so he can pretend that it's PM!Dazai

For Chuuya, PM!Dazai and ADA!Dazai are different in a sense he can't explain

#soukoku #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #chuuya's hc #bsd chuuya #it's angst #no happy thing for them #sorry not sorry #still love them tho

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error0mindunretrievable-blog · 2 months

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It's was quite the turn of events

#i suck at life #inconsistent consistently #drugs are bad mmkay #oh shit #i've accepted my fate #in case you were wondering #its an issue #its annoying #it's angst #disposable vape #i have my priorities straight #spun

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cobaltbeam · 4 months

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I need to chew on your art

better get ready then, i've got some nice stuff coming ;)

#asks #it's angst #sorry

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48glowsquids · 6 months

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Wip.

Tackling this one because feels.

#my art #illustration #sketchbook #sketch #watercolors #winx #winx club #winx valtor #winx bloom #winx club valtor #winx club bloom #sparxshipping #it's angst

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bisexualoftheopera · 1 year

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Diavolo x reader (angst)

*Diavolo pov*

"Look there Beel!" Belphie cried out, pointing towards a group of stars. I had taken the brothers and the exchange students star grazing at Belphie's request. "The humans call that Orion's belt," Lucifer said. "Ah, Orion's belt. There's an interesting story the Greeks used to tell about it," I said. "What story?" Luke asked, looking at the constellation. "They said that there was a great hunter named Orion and he killed a bunch of animals. Because of that Gaia, the earth, sent a giant scorpion to kill him. When Zeus heard what Gaia had done, he turned Orion and the scorpion into stars to stop them from meeting. That's also why you never see those two constellations at the same time," I told them. "Really?" Belphie asked. "The Greeks had many interesting stories about the stars," I said, putting a hand on Belphie's shoulder. "How do you know that story?" Lucifer asked me. I turned to face him, "A witch told me the story long ago," I answered. "My Lord, a word?" Barbatos called from behind us. As I walked towards him I heard Lucifer muttering about witches and their stories. "Yes?" I said once I reached Barbatos. "You looked like you needed to get away for a bit," he explained. "Ah, thank you," I said. Barbatos nodded before moving to stand in front of me. I stared up at the stars and spotted the one I was looking for. "Hello Y/n," I whispered.

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I'm going to start posting again but I probably won't post a lot, there's a lot going on. Also I probably got the story about Orion and the scorpion wrong, sorry about that. Google didn't give me much and I remember reading about Gaia sending a scorpion to kill him so I meshed what google said and what the book said together 😅

#diavolo x reader #it's angst #obey me x reader #obey me diavolo x reader

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winterlogysblog · 10 months

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WHERE IS THE CAPTAIN? UPDATE

Chapter 4

“I was making great progress with communicating with the Hilichurls this afternoon then I saw one of them writing something on the ground, so I copied it into my notepad. I assumed this is how they write Hilichurlian.” Ella explained with an innocent smile on her face.

Hillichurlian? No, that’s not… That’s Khaenria’hn. What she has on her notes is Khaenria’hn.

“Are you okay, Miss Lisa?” The little girl tilted her head.

#yes I'm adding ella musk into this #genshin fanfic #genshin #genshin impact #kaeya alberich #kaeya fic #ragbros fic #ragbros #it's angst #my journey to making myself cry #ao3 fanfic #genshin impact fanfic

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cat-downthestreet · 5 months

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someone please stop me before I spend all of my time off reading a fic with a 100k+ word count, hurt/comfort, and sequels. I told my friend I was gonna play Genshin over the break but I don't know if I'll remember to do that if I get too into this fic 💀

#fanfiction #omfg here i go again #why do i do this to myself #and of course #it's angst #and it's the same thing again #sonadow #i'm a dumbass #an autistic one at that #someone needs to take my ao3 access away

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oblivionwhorns · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cole Cassidy/Hanzo Shimada Characters: Cole Cassidy (Overwatch), Hanzo Shimada, Hana "D.Va" Song, Genji Shimada, Lena "Tracer" Oxton, Kiriko Kamori Additional Tags: Love Language, Fluff and Angst, Yeehan Week 2023 Series: Part 1 of Yeehan Week 2023 Summary:

Hanzo loved gifts. Small thoughtful trinkets that screamed "I thought of you". Cole found it appropriate, always thinking about Hanzo wherever he went. It was only right to make sure Hanzo knew about it.

Cole didn't particularly understand the appeal of gifts. But the way Hanzo's eyes lit up, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "you shouldn't have," as he tore the wrapping with impatient hands. A pure joy settling in Hanzo from such a small gesture.

Cole would do anything for it to stay there forever.

Day 1 of Yeehan week 2023 Love language

#yeehan week 2023 #yeehan #don't let tags fool you #it's angst

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ethanngenloss · 4 months

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You guys are getting a Christmas present from me tomorrow /threat

#you should be scared #it's angst #almost completely angst

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vitrines · 1 year

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instructions unclear posting c!beeduo

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everything was suddenly so cold. the chill of snowchester hadn’t bothered him for months, except for the nights when the scars twisted and pulled together and he didn’t speak for fear that his mouth would freeze, and he’d be pulled under the glassy ice. it’s back now. he’s staring up at the world from under that ice, and the underside is not smooth.

he’s in the morning of a week ago, walking along the salt-crusted piers, hand fitted so perfectly into theirs. it’s so unbelievable that this could happen to him. his hand had been so foreign to him, never fitting around the pen or the door handle or the neck of the bottle. or the sword. yet here it fits, like a puzzle, like it’s supposed to. it’s warm. like he belongs. the little giggles, coming from five feet ahead of them, red mittens (hand knit, lumpy and too thick in places) scraping along the wood railings and brushing off the dust of snow. he’s in the morning, and he shifts closer as they walk. they move their arm to allow him to nestle into their side, and seeing the bounce in their step as he does is intoxicating. knowing that he causes this, that someone is happiest when he is around. having a home and a family and being wanted is something that can be familiar. his face and his hands will no longer be foreign. he can wrap himself in blankets and be held and be slow and sleepy and awfully in love and he feels safe like no other time.

it's easy to fall in love with the feeling of being wanted, after you have already fallen in love with someone. easier to fall in love with the world again.

it’s a snowglobe, maybe. he’s in the morning, and he’s under the ice staring into his own eyes, and he’s standing on the deck and holding a paper. his throat is dry. right behind his eyes, an ache appears. it feels like the space is being hollowed out, slowly scraped away with a spoon. his feet are maybe on the ground, or maybe they are by his shoulders, or maybe they are in the morning of a week ago. and from someone who used to be so pessimistic (what happened to him? why did he allow himself to hope—), it oddly does not feel inevitable (—he knows exactly what happened to him.)

in a terrible, numbing way, this is a shock. this was not supposed to happen. he wasn’t supposed to be abandoned. he deserved—

—did he?

there’s a canyon, again. the birds are high above. he can hear their ugly cries, harsh and piercing through his ears, making him wish he had someone to cover them, someone to sit through the fireworks with, someone to sit on the porch with twenty years from now. wishing—

but this time the canyon is not his chest, being filled with loud noises and pain and loss. the canyon is next to him, and across the table, and in his hand, a missing puzzle piece. the canyon is a black hole, and it is pulling, across the living room from the well-loved chair and from the other side of the bed he can't sleep in anymore, and it pulls his vocal cords against the side of his throat. stretched thin, like the old strings of a guitar, useless and worn out. the carved space behind his eyes is filling with ice. there’s a faint ringing in his ears, but it doesn’t feel like a new thing. it feels like it’s always been there, and his ears are just clear now. it’s all so terribly clear.

it is hard to fall back out of love with the world, after it once again has left you for dead.

it is harder still to love that void anyways.

#dsmp #<-i'm sofreaking sorry for using that tag #c!beeduo #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #this is a really old one i edited. this i think was always the cbee thing i wrote that made me feel the most #also i made this more romantic lmao sorry #it's angst #i wrote this before the death. lol i wrote it about an au

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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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