#real angst hours

[villapaitapeli]

I've always been terrible at being a proper [REDACTED] and I don't even particularly desire to be one but in the end it feels like it's the only thing people want of me

#mryyy #real angst hours

[houseswife]

I love how neferiously hugh laurie delivered his lines in that 5x1 scene where house is blackmailing wilson. because the dialogue could’ve been conveyed in a manner that was obviously facetious and unserious (like the way RSL was playing the scene: “You’d jeopardise a patient—? 😒🙄) but he literally chose to go “If it keeps you here😈👹” in the most deadass, diabolical tone. so the result is that we have house sounding like a genuine psychopath as he threatens to let a woman die and then wilson proving he’s an even BIGGER one by responding with, like, mild exasperation at best. 10/10 dynamic no notes

#I know I yap about this 24/7 but I can’t get over it #I feel like the actors being on such wildly different wavelengths when it comes to hilson is what makes it so REAL #barring the true angst of the early seasons #they’re in different genres altogether sometimes. chef’s kiss #house will say something in a way that is honest to god giving dark romance #and then wilson responds with the air of bugs bunny #and that’s the essence of their characters and relationship as a whole #and probably why they’ve been trapped in a game of gay chicken for 20 years #house md #hilson #house/wilson #greg house #gregory house #james wilson #hatecrimes md #does this make grammatical sense? I am running on redbull adderall and 2 hours of sleep so I truly have no clue #and by grammatical sense I mean tumblr-wise of course #is it coherent? should be the question #actually don’t tell me. ion wanna know

[doublelsatan]

Why so blue?

When all I do is pray for you

Richter Belmont.

I'm so hyped for the Castlevania Nocturne!!! The trailer is so dope! Wanted to try and draw Richter as best as possible. An attempt was made tho. And I already love this blue sad boy with all my being. GAAAAHHH!!!! CASTLEVANIA HYPE!!!

#fan art #castlevania nocturne #richter belmont #castlevania nocturne netflix #the hype is so real #but he's so sad #i'm so ready for the vampiric angst #sad boy hours #CASTLEVANIA SWEEP BABY #doublelsatan #fake screenshot redraw

[dobythealpaca]

sometimes i wonder if these feelings are even my own.

#eddsworld #eddsworld larry #ew larry #larry eddsworld #larry ew #often reminded why i lovr him sm 🙏🙏🙏🙌🙌🙌 #please guys please do u see guyd ple do u see please guysd- #larry angst is so real and so real and so i think everyone should gather around in a circle anf listen to me rant abt him for 8 hours strai #im so normal abt him <3 #guys guys guys did u notice thr #thr switch guys #did did u see #thr #i swapped #guys do u kno #do u know wharthid means guyd #guys ple #dies

[m1d-45]

(what about me?)

summary: even gods get lonely, it just takes them a bit longer than most. but when it hits, it hurts, and hard.

word count: 1.1k

-> warnings: major spoilers for mondstat archon quest, mentions of wine, little guy is sad and alone about it :(

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay

< masterlist >

starsnatch cliff is empty more times than it isn’t.

it was a common destination for couples, the silence a welcome break from the bustle of the city of freedom. the stars up above were unblocked, bright, the full rotation of constellations visible by just tilting one’s head to the sky. two majors, twin sets of stars, the three minors orbiting, staring down, watching. the same form, night after night, a bard in green driving away the aspiring couples often enough they learnt to stop trying. a body is there, physically occupying the space, but with how little is being done, the cliff still feels empty. the stars watch, seeing all, as the same body comes and sits, as the same eyes turn to the sky, vacant with memory.

venti didn’t know which constellations were in rotation—he did, that was a lie, he knew every single one and their owners—nor how long they’d be up—liar, liar, liar—but he watched the sky anyway, spinning a cecelia in his hand. the stem was worn, some of the juice clinging to his fingers, but he didn’t set it down. to the left, to the right, the six petals twisting outside of his field of view.

the god of freedom found himself coming back to the same cliff every night, sometimes leaving the angels share earlier to get there quicker. he walked, picking a cecelia as he did, and sat in the same spot at the peak of the cliff.

was he truly free, he wondered, if the stars kept calling him back?

(he knew he was. it was his choice to return, his choice to stay until the sun rose, to take naps in the afternoon to make up for the sleep before coming back, back, back, night after day after night)

the galaxy streaking its way across the sky, blue and purple and greens mixing and blurring, broken only by the bright shine of stars. planets, all locked in their own orbit, worlds he’d never be able to see, all within his sight yet all out of his grasp.

his eyes fell on a star at random.

who lived there, he wondered? what was beyond the atmosphere he knew? how far was the next planet? was there even intelligent life? surely, there must be—you wouldn’t create only one planet with life on it, right? you’d create many races, aliens he couldn’t imagine, all created to thrive on their world and serve under you.

(were they treating you better? had you exited your resting world already, and found another planet to keep you occupied? was teyvat not enough for you? you… you’d tell them if they weren’t doing enough, right? you’d say? you wouldn’t just leave them in the dark, right?)

he wondered how far away you’d gone. he remembered you—of course he did, your visage was engraved in his mind, miles deep and never to erode—and your last moments on teyvat, how you’d promised the archons that you would return soon. that you wouldn’t be far.

of course, ‘far’ was relative. and what was time to a god? how long was ‘soon’ for you? how long would it be until he could be blessed with your presence again? the little of your aura that bled through your vessels wasn’t enough- it wasn’t, and he was horribly selfish for thinking so, but it wasn’t. not when he’d been able to lay his eyes upon your true form, not when he’d felt your skin beneath his as he led you through mondstat for the first time. the small glimpse of you that seeped into the air around your vessels may be enough to rest weary souls, but for a god?

you were the shining light of teyvat, always everywhere. traveling from nation to nation, occasionally visiting off-world but never for long, never, he never had to go without you for more than a year or two at a time, he never had to feel erosion start to sap at his life-

the stars grew blurry, and venti hastily wiped the tears away, continuing to search the sky.

he knew he was eroding. every god was. memories, resilience, patience, all of it fading. mortals (part of his mind flinched, but he was right, he was mortal, he could die) weren’t meant for the power of the divine, the gnoses grating against the walls of their soul. it was never a problem before, not when they had you, you to temper the flame of creation, you to brush your hand over a wayward god and breathe life back into their heart, you with your endless compassion, to accept what felt like overwhelming and discard it as trivial.

barbatos was eroding without you. every god was. the ley lines were acting up, the abyss growing stronger, the eons without your presence turning teyvat into a hollow husk. and yet, the pathetic little he discarded from your vessels had begun to heal it anyway.

why did you use vessels? you had to know it was easier to descend yourself, right? to let flowers bloom in your wake and the breeze brush grass from your clothes, to tuck ei’s hair behind her ear and let empathy back into her mind. your vessels did a lot, but they could not manage all- murata, focalors, the tsaritsa and her wretched fatui- you could fix it all, all with a blink and a smile, a gentle hand across the earth to sew it at the seams.

he was being idealistic. he knew he was. and yet, he could not help but to wish—wish, he wanted to laugh at the irony—that your return ‘soon’ would be within his lifetime.

he wanted to see you again. he wanted the scars across his soul to heal, for his empty, cracked cup to be filled with you. he wanted to go back to how it was, when ei could smile freely and the tsaritsa wasn’t so cold, when the wind blew softly, carrying the sound of laughter. time only turned one way, yet he wanted to reverse it, to force the universe in rewind, to when his greatest worry was which song to play you at lunch. he wanted to bring a bottle of dandelion wine and watch as morax insisted upon osmanthus, as rukkhadevata rolled her eyes with a smile and suggested how about tea instead, it’s barely noon.

he was selfish. every god was, to an extent, but he…

as venti looked up at the stars, he couldn’t help but pray that one of them was you.

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #genshin self aware au #venti #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #sagau x reader #genshin x gn reader #i had this idea like ages ago and i was Real Sad yesterday so i decided to channel that energy #i’ve been in a real ‘(what about me?)’ mood recently so time to make that his problem!!!! #i have another venti angst i need to write too so. our fella boutta be Real Sad too. #coping 101 #oh god all the stuff in my inbox i need to go oh god oh fuck- #uhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH #i wanted to take a picture for this and ended up with no picture and two hours gone. love that. #by no picture i mean i didn’t even get the nighttime photo i wanted #how is this 1k btw it felt like 3 #??? #hey stew remember that talk we had about commas……………… #title from the drafts: either ‘cold cold world’ or ‘(not ehe)’. might start leaving this in the tags of every post ngl

[hexiewrites]

Steve is going to leave Eddie's body because of course he is. They're trying to escape literal hell while potentially being chased by Vecna and you don't drag a dead body out of hell. You just don't. But Dustin won't fucking leave. He is screaming this noise that Steve literally didn't know was possible and he tries to pick Dustin up but Dustin is kicking and screaming so much that Steve is legitimately worried about them both going down and the only thing, the only thing that works is him saying "I'll bring him, okay?"

And Dustin finally agrees because Dustin knows, even if the rest of them don't, that Eddie can't be dead. He just can't it's not allowed it's not possible so they HAVE to get his body out so they can fix him. So Steve picks him up. Manages to heft Eddie over his shoulder and Robin is panicking behind him like she is going to jump out of her skin but Nancy takes one look at Steve's face and helps him get Eddie up and over and-

oh

Eddie's blood is hot and slick and it's all over his hands and it's all over his chest and he can actually feel it dripping down his skin and slipping under his bandages and Eddie’s blood and his blood are mixed now. They’re bound together forever and he grunts hard because fuck, Eddie’s a skinny guy but he’s not light, and he shifts again and then he hears it.

A groan, so faint it can’t be real but it is because Eddie’s fingers twist in his vest and he chuckles, once, and Steve feels another rush of blood and he says “fuck, Eddie, stay fucking still!”

And Eddie grips the vest a little harder. Says in a voice that’s all rasp but holy fuck he’s alive, says “I knew you’d come back. Harrington’s got me, don’t cha big boy?”

(And later, at the hospital, when Steve begs to be Eddie's blood donor but they won't let him because he's lost too much of his own blood, Nancy steps up. Universal donor, she gives to everyone, and Steve's not a poet but there's something pretty fucking poetic about the girl you used to love giving her blood to save the boy you know you're going to.)

#tw: blood #stranger things #stranger things fic #mini fic #steddie #steddie fic #steddie headcanon #thank the discord for this one #it was real angst hours up in that bitch last night #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #anyways i liked it so #here you go! #hex writes stuff #my stuff

[arbuthnotblob]

Lance Week 23, Day 5: Outfit Swap!

I'm back on my [Galar] bullshit again! I had a big brainwave when I remembered the tradition of football players swapping shirts after a match, and it was a great excuse to get Lance into that Motostoke fire-themed uniform. My original idea was to do a swap with Drake of the Hoenn E4, but you can probably already figure out where that energy was re-directed to!

#ChampionLanceWeek2023 #Lance Week 23 #Pokemon Lance #Champion Lance #Wataru #Hammerlocke #Motostoke #Galar #SWSH #Kabu #ABC Work #Photoshop tried its damndest in the last hour to assassinate this #crashing everywhere #but nothing can stop my Galar!Lance shenanigans #still cooking that Day 4 Angst too #slicing those onions up real fine #Oh! Just realised this is the first time I've used my headcannon Lance surname in public #Fun times!

[engagemythrusters]

(space katy perry continues to play in the background)

#this is what happens when you put a goth with a pop punk (who is sometimes emo) #anyway maul is living in a world where destroying kenobi is the goal #and ezra lives in a world where Teen Angst #(im kidding im well aware of the manipulative abuse that would go into a real maul and ezra padawanship) #(but this is so funny to me) #so yeah. have this 2 hour drawing thing. i didn't wanna combine them together bc im too lazy. #and also yeah i know my handwriting sucks. xoxo. #darth maul #ezra bridger #star wars: rebels #star wars #my art #mimse art

[purpleturtle9000]

it may be a bit angsty of an idea, but in that moment before his death when Lastimosa links BT7274 to Jack, his last saying "Take care of him", I like thinking that both BT and Cooper took it as if Lastimosa talked to them in that moment, about the other. it'd be interesting if it'd come up between them at any point. Jack: okay, but he was talking to me?? BT7274: negative. it's the titan who should take care of the pilot. it's in the derictives Jack: Jack: --listEN HERE, U DUMMY--

you have perfect timing cause I was just talking about Jack coming up with Protocol 4: protect the Titan

update: all further Titanfall stuff is going to be on my new Titanfall sideblog! best-titan-7274

���You know,” Jack says, “you really should be more careful.” 

“Request clarification.” 

“Well, there’s gotta be a limited number of Titan parts around. Only so many times you can be repaired.” 

“Correct. There will someday come a point when Titans’ physical forms can no longer be repaired. However, with the current availability of raw materials, machinery, and skilled workers, I estimate that appropriate repairs for Titans will be available for another 174 years, without factoring in future availability of new materials and workers.” 

Jack really should have seen that coming. BT can be a little too literal at times, and even with how long they’ve been together now, Jack can still be wrong about how to be clear with him. 

“I meant that I don’t want to see you get damaged. I don’t–” Jack looks down at his hands, at the grease-streaked rag twisting between them, over and over. “I don’t want to lose you again.” 

“It is unlikely that I will be heavily damaged in combat again. Adequate repairs will be provided. The deployment of another SERE kit should not be required.” 

“It shouldn’t have been required the first time,” Jack mutters. He tosses the rag onto the rolling tool cart next to him and paces away. He’s never been great at emotional talks, he knows – but it’s different when he saw BT die. When he was never supposed to see his Titan ever again. 

“I sense that you are in emotional distress.” 

No shit. But BT gets quiet when Jack snaps at him. It’s stupid to compare a huge war machine to a kicked puppy, but it’s the thought that keeps coming to Jack’s mind, whenever they argue about something. 

Besides, he never did like arguing with his friends. 

“I’ll be fine, BT. Don’t worry about me.” 

“Pilot Lastimosa told me to take care of you. Protocol 3 is extremely important.” 

“Wait, what?” Jack turns, confused now. “He told me to take care of you. To make sure that you were okay. After two and a half years together, you meant the world to him.” 

“Negative. I cannot dispute Pilot Lastimosa’s affection for me, but it is the Titan who is required to protect the Pilot. It would be ineffective to fully place the Titan’s safety in the Pilot’s hands.” 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“You are welcome.” 

Ah, right. That literal mind again. Usually Jack just finds it funny, but at times like this, it can be a little frustrating. BT doesn’t always understand the way his words can be interpreted. Jack’s not sure if he even tries. 

Does it really matter, either way? 

“Look, I just want to keep you safe,” Jack says. “I know you’re a Titan, and there’s not a lot that can cross you, but you pretty much died. Twice. Humans get kind of upset by things like that.” 

“Humans are often illogical about the destruction of non-organic objects.” 

“Yeah, but you’re as much a person as I am. Maybe not literally, but when it counts, you and me, we’re a lot alike.” 

“Incorrect. There are a significant amount of large differences between us.” 

“I’m trying to protect you, dumbass! Protocol 4 is a thing!” 

BT crouches down for a better look at him, and Jack tilts his head to keep eye contact. Kind of. Staring at that glowing blue dot is the closest thing. 

“I am unfamiliar with any further protocols beyond the three assigned to me.” 

“Protocol 4,” Jack repeats. “Protect the Titan. Everything you do for me, I do for you. Deal?” 

For a second, he’s not sure what BT thinks of him, or the new protocol, or anything – and then BT gives him a thumbs up, and he knows everything’s right in their world.

#okay but this is totally canon to me too #you can't tell me Lastimosa was bonded with this Titan for two and a half years and didn't care about BT deeply #I had that bot for like six hours of video game and there were real tears at the end #titanfall 2 #jack cooper #bt 7274 #ficlet #angst tag

[bylrndgm]

GOOD OMENS (2019 - ) 2.06 - Every Day 1.06 - The Very Last Day of the Rest of Their Lives

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #aziracrow #mine #mine:gif #not me casually dropping the every and leaving like nothing happened #don't mind me - im here just to raise hell with moving images of the final fifteen #i'm in the mood for ✨angst✨ #so - storytime of the first time i watched the final fifteen. it was midnight i guess and i had been in bed most of the evening watching S2 #and yk i was like hooray now crowley is going to confess to aziraphale or smth idfk like it's timeeee (mariah carey's voice) punching - #- the air kicking my feet twirling my hair I WAS SO SO READY #then idk things started going downhill real fast i kept on checking how much there was left and then the mf kiss and the mf I FORGIVE YOU #LIKE idk how i got through the remaining minutes i was in shambles i had like 3 hours of sleep

[lino-nyangi]

i'm still in my feels because of that damn vlog and i'm here in bed thinking about minho just leaving little pecks on my shoulder before sleep ���� i am So sad you have no idea i'm just gonna leave this here with almost no context bye

anon if you don't get out of my brain--

i am always, ALWAYS thinking about this. the soft lil kisses on your shoulder and neck, arms around your waist and he falls asleep like that, your warmth putting his heart at ease and lulling him into a deep slumber. minho's breath tickles your skin as he softly hums.

the hold on your middle would, depending on the day, be either loose and very tight. if he's had a physically tiring day he'd just pass out the second you hit the bed, arms loosely draped around you as he softly snores against your hair.

if he's had a particularly rough™ day you'll be his teddy bear to tightly hug, letting himself recharge by being as close to you as possible. or alternatively, let him sleep on you and burry his face in your chest or the crook of your neck.

poor baby can be a little insecure at times and end up having nightmares :(( *sobs*

you'll be woke from your slumber by the tight grip on your waist, soft whimpers leaving his lips. his hold on you only keeps getting tighter, squeezing the life out of you and you have to wake him up from whatever's haunting him. in the meantime in minho's head you're slipping away from his hold like sand. no matter how hard he tries to squeeze you to his chest and keep you close, you're just, gone. luckily, and before these thoughts consume him entirely, your warm lingering touch brings him back to earth, one hand soothingly rubbing his back and the other petting his hair as you whisper affirmations to help ground him, pressing kisses on his temples and wherever you could reach.

"baby? baby you're safe. you're alright, it's okay, i've got you." "you're good, min. i'm right here."

minho regains consciousness just as a gasp leaves his lips, eyes fluttering open and the first thing he needs to do is raise his head up and look at you.

you're there. just as he's about to sigh in relief, he blinks.

no. he needs to be sure. his arms hastily unwrap from around you to reach up and cup your face with trembling hands, breaths heavy. you take them in yours, smiling at him through the dim room. you're not even sure he can see you.

"i'm here, min." you peck his palm, and the biggest sigh leaves his lips before he collapses back on your chest, the two of you instinctively wrapping your arms around each other.

"don't leave." his strained voice breaks your heart. you want to protect him from the entirety of this world.

"i won't, i'll never let you go."

-

(yes i'm embedding it again you can fight me)

so this is love,

just hold me close.

i'll never leave.

i won't let go.

#sorry this got angsty real quick #that is also. a thought i needed to get out of my system. #lee know soft thoughts #lee know soft hours #lee know fluff #lee know angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts

[triedntrueluckheart]

//got a fiesty 5 + ceroba au to share with yall

tw for death and angst so heavy it could kill a herd of wildebeest

also its kinda long

so. what if whenever the feisty five leave, he gets violent instead of just saying " fine ". this is the idea this is based on

so starlo attacks mooch once the five walk off, and as the others try to help her he ends up actually killing her (keep in mind, clover doesnt see- all they see is starlo running off before they go to the jail to try and free martlet)

but hes in a mindset where THEY are the ones that are wrong, and that HE didnt do anything. so thay cant leave him. unless he chooses to let them leave.

but he decides killing them is much better than making them stay since they dont wanna stay with him

the others and ceroba run off and try to hide, to no avail as starlo picks them off one by one, day by day

BUT, moray, who cared about everyone WAAAAAY too much to let this shit slide, is finna square up

so when they get jumped they fight back and do really good- but they do get pinned at some point which makes them go Primal Strength Mode and they yeet this fucker as he tries to bite their face off

he ends up just biting off some hair in front of their eye, which pisses them off more (this is the only thing that changes about moray's design, only one eye is covered now)

they let him charge and end up slicing my boi in half like we playin fruit ninja monster edition

realizing what they did they angry cry bc they arent supposed to be GUILTY dammit

but then here comes clover.

and now that moray sees them, they realize this whole thing started when clover showed up. so they attack them (if this was a mod they would be the boss instead of starlo here)

but in the end they end up defeated and BEGGING for clover to kill them

but they dont. they hug them and reassure them that the others would want them to stay alive. and they cry.

so martlet gets let out of jail by the fishey, and clover is happy

but martlet sees how sad moray is and clover decides theyre not gonna try to leave the underground bc they can infer what happened to the other five humans

they decide they wanna live with moray instead

so martlet leaves to fix her mistakes and clover helps moray move and clean stuff in the fiesty fives old house

once thats all settled moray buys them stuff and they get used to living with clover and essentially being a big sibling

now if this was a mod, you could also choose to kill moray which will uh. let you go to the steamworks using methods you use in genocide- but it ends up being more of a neutral route really by then

anyways moray has Depression™️ now and clover is kinda helping the best they can

and yes prison yuri real. clover calls martlet mom and helps with her puzzles

I DREW THE FIGHT SCENE TOO well. just morays pov but yk

#undertale yellow #uty moray #uty martlet #undertale yellow au #real sad peeps angst hours #uty feisty massacre

[mortellanarts]

Sibling hair care shenanigans <3

(Click for better quality as always)

#look at me making fluff and not angst for once #i luv them so much #I've been making this for MONTHS it was supposed to be a silly little quick fluff headcanon doodle but >:'T #it turned into a comfort wip and I kept adding stuff because I care them so so much for real... #drawing the baby field siblings was everything and also baby Aoi with brown hair and also Akane with purple dye all over ;w; #my art #zero escape #999 spoilers #akane kurashiki #fanart #9 hours 9 persons 9 doors #aoi kurashiki #clover field #light field #clover 999 #snake 999 #zero escape spoilers #artists on tumblr

[cosmiclion]

Was debating whether to include bizarre doll RCiel in my Familiar AU or not but then it occurred to me. The day RCiel was sacrificed by the cultists, OCiel was pretty much dying of a respiratory infection, he was literally dragged away kicking and screaming while he tried to cling to his unconscious brother’s body, and he died thinking OCiel was going to die too. Maybe after reanimating him, Undertaker keeps him in the dark about his brother surviving, like both twins think the other one is dead (I mean yeah, he isn’t really RCiel, as the real one’s soul was devoured by Sebastian, but he has his memories so he’s like a backup copy lmao) and when eventually they see each other angst and drama ensues 💔 (It's one of the posibilities tho).

#not eli’s art #text post #eli rambles #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji au #kuro familiar au #black butler #black butler au #ciel phantomhive #our ciel #ociel #o!ciel #real ciel #rciel #r!ciel #bizarre dolls #angst hours #not yoi

[cityhawk]

Thinking about how Abigail Pent sent the children’s spirits out into the River to keep them safe and how Issac and Jeannemary cried and screamed when she died and how awful that second goodbye must have been; how they must have begged her to stay, just a little longer, like children always do when they don’t want to leave; and how Abigail and Magnus had to order their spirits on anyway, like parents sending their children to the countryside to keep them safe from war, and how Abigail put a fork through my heart when she said, “I don’t think I can bear sending them out again--”

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #gideon the ninth spoilers #abigail pent #we're having real angst hours over the fourth/fifth family tonight #sunny post

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Good news - i wrote fic today!

Bad news - two paragraphs in, the cat wonders decided it was cuddle time and i couldnt comfortably type anymore and stopped.

Dami sends his apologies.

#tbd #two real life posts in 12 hours whats wrong with me #anyway those two paragraphs were already angst FESTS so….get prepped for that 👍🏼 #no pics of tim but his ass is currently against my ear 🫠