#sorta angsty

[ctitan98official]

@wife-of-gwendolinechristie : Could I have a jealous Alcina Dimitrescu? I thirst for this woman

Hell yeah! I love Alcina too (Obviously, she’s who I post about almost every day lol)!

It should come as no surprise that Alcina is very possessive over things she deems as “hers”… Y/N is no exception.

Alcina is definitely one for dramatic flare. If she catches even a hint that a maiden or woman from the village looked at Y/N for too long… Let’s just say these women don’t tend to stick around. She takes pride in making these women’s last moments on earth tortuous. (Yikes).

Alcina has made entire tournaments for her daughters where the first to bring her a woman who has been flirting with Y/N wins. Y/N is simply too oblivious to suspect this is what’s going on.

The Lady of the castle is very big on public displays of affection with Y/N (Nothing graphic, just holding Y/N’s hand or giving them a peck on the cheek).

However, if Alcina feels that boundaries need to be established, she will not hesitate to damn near suck Y/N’s face off in a searing kiss.

Alcina pouts. 100% and you can’t convince me otherwise. (Hell, we saw her do it when she was talking to Mother Miranda in the game).

Y/N is usually too innocent to think that them simply talking to another woman could be the cause for Alcina’s sudden bad attitude. They just chalk it up to her being moody. She is a busy woman after all.

Sometimes, Alcina is like a cat that demands attention. She’ll sit in front of Y/N wearing her nicest perfume and pearls… More often than not, that’s all she’s wearing when she’s like this…

Y/N may be oblivious, but they’re not completely stupid. They see Alcina pining for some loving? They give it to her.

Very rarely will Alcina display any insecurities, but there have been times, usually in the throes of passion and love-making, where she asks Y/N if they truly love her or if someone else has caught their eye.

Y/N not only reassures the vampiress that they love her, but emphatically proves just how devoted they are to Alcina whenever she asks *Wink wonk*

Alcina’s primary love language is words of affirmation in my opinion. Come on, she loves being told how pretty and smart she is, okay? Just because it’s obvious, doesn’t mean she doesn’t love compliments.

I feel like Alcina loves to be worshipped (She deserves it). It’s not only a sexual release for her, but an emotional one. She wants to feel like she is the queen and the only one for Y/N.

Some people are just prone to jealousy. It doesn’t necessarily have to come from bad past experiences. In Alcina’s case, it’s already a bit of a sore subject because she has felt jealous towards her adoptive siblings for a while. She has always yearned to be Miranda’s favorite creation, and she also demands to be Y/N’s greatest love. It’s just how her brain works.

Alcina’s peak in her human life was during the late forties and early fifties. She was constantly bombarded with notions of grand romantic gestures either in film or music. She can’t help but be a bit of a romantic.

She expects Y/N to show their love for her in big ways. A serenade, an art piece, a hot strip tease. You get the picture.

One of Y/N’s biggest romantic acts was getting a tattoo of Alcina’s name on their bicep. The Lady was entirely satisfied because now she literally had her name permanently etched into Y/N. She’s just sorry Y/N didn’t get “Property of” before her name.

Long story short, Alcina is a jealous person, but its part of her nature and Y/N wouldn’t change a thing.

Note: These are just my personal headcanons, but I definitely see Alcina as someone who gets jealous very easily.

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #sorta angsty

[notveryimpressed]

Distorted Obsessions

"I've always found your obsession with me rather amusing, my dear villain," the hero sneered, their voice dripping with contempt.

The villain's eyes narrowed, a flicker of hurt crossing their face before being masked by a wicked smile. "Ah, my love, you have such a way with words. It's almost as if you're trying to conceal the turmoil within your own heart."

A flash of anger flashed across the hero's face, but they quickly composed themselves, adopting an air of detachment. "Don't delude yourself, villain. I'm only here to extract the information I need. Our connection is nothing more than a means to an end."

The villain leaned in closer, their voice barely a whisper. "Ah, but my dear hero, if you only knew the depth of my love for you. I would give you the world on a silver platter if you'd let me."

A bitter laugh escaped the hero's lips. "Love? Is that what you call this twisted obsession? You're nothing more than a desperate, pitiful creature clinging onto false hope."

Undeterred by the hero's harsh words, the villain reached out to gently touch the hero's cheek. "You're wrong, my love. I see the pain hidden behind that cold facade. I know the secrets that torment you, the darkness that engulfs your soul. And I am the only one who can set you free."

A shiver ran down the hero's spine, a mixture of fear and undeniable attraction. They slapped away the villain's hand, trying to suppress the surge of emotions rising within them. "You know nothing! Your twisted infatuation blinds you to the truth. I am your enemy, your nemesis. And I will stop at nothing to bring you down."

The villain's eyes blazed with an unholy fire, their voice laced with a dangerous intensity. "Oh, my dear hero, you underestimate the power of love. It can turn even the most ardent foes into passionate allies."

The hero's resolve wavered, a flicker of doubt creeping into their hardened heart. They stared into the villain's eyes, searching for a hint of deception. "Is this some twisted game you're playing? Do you truly believe that love can conquer all?"

A wicked smile played upon the villain's lips, their voice a seductive whisper. "Love is a weapon, my hero. It can mend what is broken or destroy what stands in its way. And in this dance of shadows we've become entwined, love shall be the ultimate catalyst for our fates."

In that moment, the hero felt the weight of their choices bearing down upon them. The line between right and wrong blurred, and they realized that perhaps the greatest battle they faced was not against the villain, but against their own desires. The heart wanted what the mind deemed forbidden.

And so, they entered into this treacherous dance, knowing that the outcome could only end in bloodshed. For in this twisted tale, love and hatred, trust and betrayal, would collide in a cataclysmic climax, leaving them forever changed.

As the stage was set, the hero and the villain prepared to play their final hand, unaware that the cards they held would unleash a storm of chaos and passion that would echo through the annals of history.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #villain #writing snippet #writeblr #hero and villain #hero x villain community #hero #supervillain #hero/villain #sorta angsty

[completelyalien]

I had the idea of the brothers sharing their music tastes with each other. Then it turned into this.

In case you can’t read my handwriting the songs are:

-“Black Bear Road” by C.W. McCall

-“Lay All Your Love On Me” by ABBA

-“Candy Paint” by Post Malone

-“Numb” by Linkin Park

-“Hurt” by Johnny Cash

(Also to be clear, Floyd is happy that Branch has similar tastes in music, not that he’s sad.)

(Also also, I think John Dory would have a complicated history with country music since I love the idea of JD and Delta Dawn being exs lol)

(Also also also Poppy gave Branch the boom box, that’s why is has some stickers on it)

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls brozone #trolls branch #trolls bruce #trolls john dory #trolls clay #trolls floyd #my art #art #sam draws #sketch #music taste #headcanon #this sorta turned into my own headcanons about the bros #and a little angsty #Floyd and branch are especially emo #lol #I imagine there are a lot of complicated feelings going on #also tried a different style #idk how I feel about #just experimenting #also branch like sad country music #that’s canon #also also also I listen to all theses songs #they’re good

[number-onekidqueen]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝

Part Two Part One

Luke Castellan x Apollo!fem!reader

Comforting angst

warnings: character death, depression, lots of crying.

Days passed, days since your ki- hang out with Luke. 

Hang out? Who were you kidding? It was clear it wasn’t him. 

But you’d laid yourself bare to him, been about to confess all your feelings and he had just shut you down and run away. 

Of course you didn’t wanna talk about it in the morning. 

The tragedy was he did. 

And just when you were feeling better, and your conversations weren’t so awkward, fate tossed you to the ground again, as it often did. You still didn’t really believe it. 

Cecilia, your cabin counsellor, your beloved older sister had died on the road to college. It seemed impossible. 

Of course, they’d had a brief ceremony, a burning of a golden yellow shroud weaved with her own fingers. And then they’d appointed you as cabin counsellor, announced a bunch of new kids had arrived and everyone forgot. 

It made you sick to think people would forget Cecilia. That the three Apollo kids your cabin had greeted would grow up without her and never know of her presence.

Obviously, your cabin was upset, but they didn’t make it so as Aphrodite always did. The sun keeps shining, and Apollo kids kept going, laughing, training, even if muffled sobs could be heard the first few nights. They never talked of her, and after the first week, she was a sad little scar that had scabbed. 

It still hurt a little, but the memory was what hurt the most. 

Except for you. She was still a mortal, lethal wound for you. And it was getting harder and harder to keep your composure and pretend everything was okay. 

Shortly, it all cracked and spilled out from you. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault really. Chiron was just trying to be supportive to little Will, but when he praised enthusiastically that he was the best archer he’d scene for 300 years, tears seemed to burst from you. 

Because that had been Cecilia’s title. She had been the best archer, training all the little ones supportively and making people gasp with the precision of her shots. 

It seemed Chiron had already forgotten. Everyone had. 

It was like losing her all over again. 

No one saw the little sun cracking on the archery field. They just noticed you disappearing behind some clouds. 

You didn’t pay attention to the stares and whiplash glances of some, as you ran back to your cabin with tears streaming, and your heart in your throat. 

Didn’t notice as a tall brunette boy on the sword plains spotted you, dropped his sword immediately and with a shouted apology behind him began to sprint after you. 

Your bed was warm and comforting, the covers swaddled around your shoulders in a safe cocoon as you sobbed your heart and soul onto your pillow. 

Cecelia was dead. Dead. This is what you would deal with every day for the rest of your life, she was dead and she would be replaced and forgotten and no one would even know her and-

The door creaked open and immediately you stilled, pretending to be asleep. 

“Y/N?” It was Luke. 

Not the timing, you thought to yourself miserably. 

“Y-yeah,” you tried for a sleepy yawn, but it came out cracked and pained. Ugh. 

“You ok?” He asked quietly, and you heard his footsteps approach. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just woke up.” But your voice was hollow and very much awake. 

He sat softly at the edge of your bed, and for a while you were both still. Only your breath was audible. Then, tentatively and slowly, you began to feel his warm fingers slide through your hair. It was so comforting and lovely that you had to swallow down the wave of tears that surfaced. 

“It’s okay, you know,” he murmured, your hair in glorious tangles around his knuckles, “to cry. You don’t have to pretend. Especially for me.”

“Yeah, I know,” you whispered back, “it’s just-“ you hesitated. 

I love you. 

I don’t want to burden you with all my stupid problems. 

“You probably don’t want to talk about this to anyone, right? Me included.” He guessed, and he began to retract his fingers and you felt like screaming at how utterly wrong he was. “I’m sorry, I should give you space.”

“No, you don’t have to. You can stay here.” You tried not to beg, but you were inches from clinging onto him to stop his departure. He understood. 

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Then here I’m staying. In your bed.” He reassured comfortingly, “I mean, on.” 

His flustered stuttering made you smile weakly and turn to face him. 

His whole face softened, lost all his fluster and stress when your eyes met, but you were too busy setting your head into his lap so you faced up at him to notice. 

He traced your tear tracks, brushing any remaining ones away with his thumbs. 

“I know the pain feels awful,” he said suddenly, “but if you ever feel bad, like you can’t breathe or you’re about to burst, don’t keep it in y/n, come find me. I’m always here for you, always.”

“Thank you.” You said near inaudibly. 

“I hate seeing you cry,” he confessed, his forehead crinkling, “or being sad. It just hurts me. But I love making you feel better, I’d do anything in the world to make you happy, I promise.”

“Thank you.” You said louder this time, your cheeks beginning to heat up. 

It was a peaceful few seconds you gazed at each other, smiling. Then you closed your eyes, comforted. 

You felt warm hands lift your body, and your eyes fluttered open. But it was just Luke lying down beside you and repositioning yourself on his chest. 

“Sorry,” he murmured, “just figured we might be here for a while.”

His arms encircled you, and even in your drunken state of misery, your heart rate sped up. You turned your head slightly, so you could hide your bashful grin in the orange folds of his shirt. His chest was warm, comforting, and you could feel every deep breath he took. 

“Sorry,” you murmured, facing up once more, “your shirt’s probably going to be all soggy after this.”

“I don’t mind a soggy shirt if it makes you happy.” He breathed, and your heart was bursting from the love that statement invoked when you saw his eyes flicker. Your eyes. Your mouth. 

Could he really-

Surely not-

Eyes. Mouth. 

The air was electric, as if Zeus himself was in the cabin. The space was getting tighter and smaller and everything was so close and dizzy and what in the gods before you knew it you were nose to nose and you could feel his warm breath and he was leaning down to kiss you against the pillow. 

It might’ve been the best kiss you ever had. With salt on your tongue, and sweetness from his lips, the tastes of all your emotions were combined, giving way to the most passionate and fantastic kiss you’d ever had. Your head was pressed to the pillow, and he was moving above you, warm, soft and pouring his heart out to you, the gateway his lips. It seemed every single ‘I love you’ either of you had ever been too afraid to say was expressed strongly now, each drop of attraction and love and feeling was encapsulated between the movement of your lips. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay,” he breathed, against your lips, when you finally pulled apart, both of you panting, “I didn’t want to do anything while you were drunk. But of course I wanted to. I wanted you. I have for so long.”

“It’s okay. I have too,” and you laughed, all those emotions and secrets finally free. You were so giddy with joy! But Luke remained tense, nervous for a reason you couldn’t determine. You calmed down, scared it was all about to come crashing down. 

“It’s- it’s not just that, y/n,” he paused, sitting up further away, eyes still looking profoundly into yours, “I love you. I love you, all of you, and you should know that to me you’ve never been a burden, only a miracle to have been with.” 

Your breath was caught in your throat, blown away by his confession. You were expecting he might’ve been crushing on you? But loving you? You’d never dared to consider that as an option. And you were beyond thrilled. 

“Now would be a great time to say anything,” he laughed nervously, fingers brushing over your shoulders restlessly. You immediately felt awful for keeping him waiting. 

“I love you too.” You blurted, letting silence ensue. “You make me so happy every time you make a joke or take care of the new unclaimed kids. I’m just in shock.”

And then the pair of you were laughing together, foreheads pressed together before you were tangled in an embrace, that led to another heated kiss on your bed.

You knew soon other campers would arrive to see two head counselors kissing, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. In fact, while Luke’s like we’re on yours, you couldn’t seem to form any coherent thoughts at all. 

In the back of your mind, you were still sobbing over Cecilia. Deeply, you knew you always would. Your heart would always be chipped in that way, the missing fragment forever in her fist as she wandered Elysium. 

But you also knew how happy she would be to see you thriving, dating and loving Luke, a boy she had always suggested and approved of. She imagined her now, giggling in delight and grinning at what had transpired. And slowly, the pain began to lift. 

Maybe a scar would be okay, as long as you loved and remembered it. 

Most of all, you knew that for as long as you required a shoulder to make soggy, Luke would always be there to be your comfort person. 

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#luke castellan #pjo luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan angst #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fluff #pjo show #tlt #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo disney + #pjo disney series #pjo disney show #i made this one a lil less angsty #and our bbys got together so #i think i'll create a character base and plot line sorta thing for this and call it sunshineverse #will release headcanons and a playlist soon <3 #thank you for reading along #pjo

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

"How much time do we have before Eliot runs out of air?"

Leverage S05E13 The Corkscrew Job.

(Now with added fic!)

#leverage #eliot spencer #christian kane #eliot spencer whump #sorta anyway #this scene had so much potential for lots more whumpy goodness #personally i think he should have passed out/stopped breathing #and then we could have had a nice angsty scene with him hardison and parker #we were robbed! #robbed i tell you! #yes i know fanfic of this exists #but you can't beat seeing it onscreen #edit: i wrote the fic! #my needs for whump and angst and what have you have been met #for now #ghostly'sgifs

[khaotunq]

i dial drunk, i'll die a drunk, i'd die for you

#only friends the series #ofts #oftsedit #ofts ray #my gifs #my edits #mine: only friends #mine: ray #mine: a gif but not A Gif #ofs ray #needed to prove i can still do things to myself #so have this very hasty coloury sorta angsty something #i'm mad about how simple it is but i made a thing ok #cw flashing #i've lost all confidence in everything so i'm not usertagging bc sgdkfjdf #also idk who still cares so #i've not moved on and i shan't #guess this sorta qualifies as raymew??? but fkjgfdsds #if u saw me fuck up the lyrics no u dint <3 fml lmao

[ksbbb]

Soft please 🩵💙

“Sometimes I wish I could take it out. Bury it and pretend nothing matters.” Theo rubs a hand over his chest, a far away look in his eye, the pain etched into his chest like a memory.

“I’ll keep it safe.” Liam says, softly speaking as he nervously bites his lip.

Theo laughs, his brain processing what he’s hearing, what he’s trying not to believe due to the fear of being cast aside, burnt out from the effort of believing something that he doesn’t deserve. That he never will deserve.

“Sure.” He replies, still keeping a hand on his chest, the dark memory in the back of his mind, never letting him sleep and a constant reminder of who he is. Where he’s come from and what he’s given up.

“You don’t have to believe me . We have all the time in the universe for me to prove it to you.” Liam smiles, placing his hand next to Theo.

#soft thiam #a little angsty sorta? #thiam #thiam fanfic #theo raeken #liam dunbar #ao3 writer #teen wolf #wednesday wip

[screwpinecaprice]

This is why I like to draw Connie with longer (or at least with an abundant amount of) hair, so I can do dramatic crap like these.

#connverse #Steven Quartz Universe #Connie Maheswaran #Lion SU #The last pic is like a metaphor again #But that's really just an excuse to draw this angsty-looking image lol #Steven looks different every time I doodle him. ^^; #I really like this one so I hope I actually can do it again #Or at least there are aspects of it that I like #skedoobles #my shiz #Connie is interesting. She's the easier one to sketch. But when I do it in a definitive way (like in a commission) she becomes more #difficult all of a sudden #Maybe I should just succumb and let my finished stuff have some sketchy lineart? #Oh crap but then it's going to mess up how I render stuff. :/ #Remember that Connie and Steven sketch made by a Crew? The one where they're sleaning back to each other and they sorta look like they're li #terally disappearing/merging in each other's hair? #I was kinda thinking of that for the second pic #Some of these are a resketch of older sketches

[livsmessydoodles]

do you even feel anything?

#IM SORRY ALRIGHT #IVE JUST MADE THE CONNECTION BETWEEN THEM AND THIS SONG YEARS AGO I HAD TO MAKE IT REAL. IM SORRY #MAKING ANGSTY THINGS IS HOW I COPE #byler #stranger things #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler #eleven hopper #el hopper #mileven sorta???? #will byers #will byers x mike wheeler #mike wheeler x will byers #will x mike #mike x will #finn wolfhard #noah schnapp #millie bobby brown #livsmessydoodles #livsmessydoodlez #the cali gang #my art #animatic #song: 8 by billie eilish

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Hiiii💖 can I request re8 ladies with a s/o who has bad separation anxiety? :D

This is a good one! Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

You are so damn in love with this woman. You’d do anything for her. You just want to be around her… But, when you can’t be, it makes it very difficult.

Alcina is so affectionate, that it makes it very noticeable when she isn’t near.

You can’t seem to focus on anything when she’s busy. You just sit there anxiously waiting for her to get back.

When Alcina does return, you are so ecstatic. But one day, you break down into tears when she walks into the room. Your nerves are completely shot and you’re so emotionally weary.

Alcina rushes over and rubs your back. “What’s wrong, draga?” She asks softy.

“I just miss you so much!” You bawl.

Alcina smiles sadly and kisses your cheek. She’s dealt with her daughters having bad separation anxiety with her as well. “Y/N, I gave the girls necklaces to wear so they can feel like I’m always with them and know how much I adore them… Would you like one as well?” She asks with a grin.

“Yeah!” Your eyes light up.

Now, you have a necklace of your very own. It’s not the same as her being with you, but you can always feel Alcina’s love.

Donna:

You and Donna both have bad separation anxiety. Thankfully, you two don’t need to part much, typically.

When she’s working on a doll project, you sit with her in her workshop. Donna’s never let anyone see her work, so this is a big honor.

Donna eventually decides to make you an adorable plush version of herself for you to hold when you’re missing her. You love it and bring it everywhere. But, you know Donna also needs something of her own to cuddle with that reminds her of you.

One day, you are rummaging through a box of your things and come across your old baby blanket. It’s still just as soft as you remember and you know exactly what to do with it.

You bring it to Donna who gently reaches out for it. “What’s this, Y/N?” She asks.

“It’s my old baby blanket!” You tell her. “I was wondering if you might like to keep it with you when I’m not around.” You say shyly.

Donna’s eyes well up with tears at the sweet sentiment. “I love it, Y/N. Thank you, tesoro.” She says and kisses you. She loves to bury her face in it and breathe in your scent.

Mother Miranda:

Mother Miranda has made it a rule that if you have a problem you need to tell her so she can help… But, sometimes, she’s just better at figuring out what’s wrong for herself.

You always get so excited when Miranda comes in from the lab or back from the village. Way too excited. Almost bordering on tears.

Miranda gently sits down with you and runs a hand through your hair. “Draga mea, did you miss me?” She asks softly.

You quickly nod your head.

“Did you eat while I was away? I left that food in the fridge for you.” She questions with a small smile.

“No, I can’t eat when you’re not here. I’m… Too nervous while I wait for you.”

Miranda feels her heart ache at this statement. This isn’t normal. Her poor baby. She had no idea it was this bad.

“Draga mea, maybe a few little friends of mine could start keeping you company when I’m gone. Would you like to try?”

You’re confused, but nod your head at this.

Miranda smiles and summons a few crows who appear outside and land on the window sill, tapping with their beaks for permission to come in.

You gasp with delight as Miranda opens the window and they fly over to you. “They’re perfect!” You beam and pet one, before two hop up and land on your head.

Miranda is happy to see you so calm now.

Bela:

Bela… She’s so warm and comforting. You just can’t stand to see her go.

When she leaves, sometimes you begin to act out. It’s not out of spite, but nervousness.

“Go ahead, leave! I don’t care.” You say one day, petulantly crossing your arms.

Bela turns to you with a confused look on her face. “Y/N, what’s going on?” She asks and comes over to you. Nothing had happened between you two. She just announced that she had work she needed to do.

You try to keep a neutral face, but tears pour down your cheeks. You’re so upset.

Bela gasps and walks over to you, taking your face gently in her hands. “Shh, shh. Don’t cry, Y/N. Tell me what’s wrong.” She says and leads you over to the bed so you both can sit.

“I j-just h-hate when you leave!” You sob.

Bela brings your head to her chest and rubs your back before chuckling sadly. “I… Have never felt more loved or needed.” She reveals. “Y/N, if you promise to be quiet while I work, I’ll take you with me, okay?” She asks.

Your eyes brighten as you look up at her. “Yeah! I promise, babe!” You tell her excitedly. Normally, it’s a struggle to keep your mouth shut, but with the knowledge that Bela will let you stay with her if you are respectful of her focus, you don’t have trouble being quiet.

Cassandra:

Cass is constantly lying on you or cradling you close to her when you’re together. She’s like free therapy when she talks and listens to you.

The feeling of Cass next to you calms you like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

When you two are by yourselves, Cass is so loving. Only you ever get to see her like this and it’s so special.

Cass is often busy. It wasn’t so much of a problem when you two first started dating, but now that you are so in love, you can’t bear it when she leaves.

You wander aimlessly through the castle, snagging cuddles from Dani or reading with Bela. It helps to have distractions, but it never fully satisfies your need for Cass.

One day, Cass goes to look for you and finds you sobbing as both of her sisters try to console you.

“What happened?” She asks in a firm but worried tone as she goes over to you and cups your face.

“I can’t stand it when you leave!” You cry.

Cass looks to her sisters, who take the hint that you two need privacy and leave, before she sits down next to you.

“Darling, please don’t be sad.” She says as she hugs you and rocks you. “Do you know how much I love you?” She asks and places a kiss on your head.

“Yes.” You sniffle.

“Good, well I want you remember that when I’m not with you. Y/N, you are constantly in my thoughts. Does it help to know that I love you so much that it’s hard for me to focus when I’m gone?” She asks with a laugh. “You take up so much space in my mind and heart that I have trouble getting things done.” She says with a smile.

You chuckle and wipe your eyes. It’s a long process, but Cass helps you manage your anxiety. She would do absolutely anything to make you happy.

Daniela:

So anxiety about being away from Dani? Well, you wouldn’t know. You’re with her literally all the time. (Not when you use the bathroom or anything, but you get it.)

Dani drags you everywhere with her. To the library, to family meetings, meals, joining her in the bath… Yeah, that’s just how things are.

It’s possible that Dani gets even more anxious than you do being apart, but there really is no good way to test that. You’re always together and neither of you would change it for the world.

You two are definitely co-dependent, but life here in the castle is different than the real world. It’s like you two live in your own private bubble.

Dani constantly initiates physical affection. Running her hands through your hair as she reads to you, cuddling up with her back against you so you can wrap your arms around her, lying on your chest and kissing your jaw. It’s comforting and has become a necessity for you.

You feel like your world would end if Dani wasn’t with you.

Alcina has had to make some exceptions to her rules because you two would not be able to function if apart. When Dani has a task to do, Alcina now lets you tag along. Yes, you two get distracted by making out and cuddling, but it eventually gets done.

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#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #sorta angsty

[plushpyromoved]

"you're just a boy you are no man and nobody you know will understand"

#some sorta angsty scout idk why i alwayz gravitate to him for vent stuff ablehblehbeleh #tf2 #tf2 scout #team fortress 2 #🔥.art #[the red scout waz originally gonna be my oc thatz why he haz those piercingz]

[rainbowchaox]

I do have a feeling if Chayanne does die because no admin could play him and get tasks done he won’t actually like die. He probs be canonically kidnapped by the federation or the codes for a time. I have solid faith in the admins not punishing a dude who was THERE but the admins couldn’t make it happen. It could be a event that again literally drags mr against heavy lore who just wants cottagecore times with his kids back into main lore. Like full on rescue mission to save chayanne with actual consequences if they fail (aka chayanne full on dies) the fact is I have faith.

(Apollo pls do not interact! I am already drained from the Not!Juanaflippa.)

#qsmp #It makes perfect sense for the story especially with the codes hating Philza so much #why not kidnap his son and give him a time limit to get him back #plus Phil could learn something he will have to share with everyone that could help them learn wtf is happening #Phil literally is always on the egg dad grind he will only be dragged into like the dark and deep lore of it involves his actual egg kids. #plus this would actually give tension about the whole thing #more angsty that chayanne dies because Phil was too slow then Chayanne dying of neglect despite Phil literally being there #fact is the admins know we love eggs so they will work around these sorta things

[cringelordofchaos]

talking and going through your trauma like a normal person: ✘✘

self projecting onto The Blorbo (that you have changed and warped in your mind so much they are a completely different character at this point): ✔✔✔

#crosstagging #tmf sean #sean tmf #sean everett #jay walker #ninjago jay #jay ninjago #jay #i just draw angsty fanart and imagine Scenarios where they feel the same pain i did #idk if this is good or not. it still sorta helps me process it all #idont necesarily do this w every character im obseessed with #for example i never did it with nya or zane or even luz or anyone #just sean and jay #jay was the OG though #drew him in an au of him being part serpentine where he was extremely insecure of his serpentine body parts #(just like me at the time) #and now w sean im doing. a thing (traumatizing him further) #i wont say what though i feel like it doesnt feel fitting to mention it so casually

[4ce-of-2pades-inkwell]

Fanart for @inkwellphasmophobia!!!

I got really inspired by the Phasmophibia AU. Specifically, oddly enough, by the whole mental asylum part in particular. It would be Mugs, wouldn't it? (Seems like no matter what AU, the one consistent thing about him is that he's gonna snap eventually in some way.)

So I did a few sketches, which somehow ended up turning into an entire comic. (I am not going to confess how late I stayed awake working on this.) I didn't feel like taking the time to make a polished version, but I wanted to share it nonetheless, so you're going to have to deal with my messy scribbles and placeholder characters. I don't know how much of this will turn out to be canon, but hopefully it's cool and tragic anyway. (...Does this need trigger warnings?)

(The sketches on the right of this first image aren't panels of the comic, by the way, they're separate drawings. You can tell 'cause they're not in boxes.)

And somehow these two get in an argument:

All this fanart and not a single mention of ghosts.

#inkwell phasmophobia #phasmophobia AU #cuphead #mugman #bendy #I also had the idea that Mugs has the ability to speak in some kind of eldritch demon-like language #not necessarily possession but more like he's been changed or tainted by an interaction with SOMETHING while ghost hunting with the gang #and this is the cause of both his insanity and his more frequent speaking in that other language #sometimes he can't control when or what he says in the eldritch language (so who knows what he could be summoning amiright?) #sometimes he just chooses to and seems to enjoy speaking it #('cause he's sorta lost it) #and meanwhile Cups is trying to gently direct him away from it like “hey let's maybe NOT talk in the demonic tongue right now?” #if Mugs got enough control over his mind he could be the group's connection to supernatural magic and demonic stuff #because he understands it and can interact with it in a way other people can't (he's not very angsty about it--mostly more fascinated) #(because he's a ghost nerd) #man I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for an AU that Is Not Mine #sorry about that

[eternallyb0red]

gotta love how lawlight fics vary from Light and L being the most abhorrent people on the planet indulging in the filthiest, most toxic and angsty dynamics to them just baking brownies and cakes on christmas. It's absolutely hilarious.

#not that im complaining #but I'm all for the former bcs i usually cant stand ooc fluff #dont get me wrong i do love fluff with them but its sorta like... angsty fluff? #lawlight #death note #light yagami #l lawliet #lightxl #lxlight #lawlight fics #dn #text post

[dirtytransmasc]

I LOVE your Spider and Quaritch headcanons! I beg of thee to grace us with more

(I got a day off cause of a blizzard in my town and I finally have the motivation to tackle my oldest unanswered asks, I am so sorry y'all had to wait this long)

miles always wanted to be a good dad, never had the time to think about it back on earth, his life was hell there was no way he would do that to his own kid, but when paz was pregnant it brought out the father in him. but between the fact that miles had no idea how to be a father, to be gentle, to love, after the hell that was his own life and lack of personal relationships paired with the fact he would never be allowed to claim spider as his own or even have a relationship with the kid if he wanted him and paz to be safe; his relationship with spider is so strained yet so desperate because every part of his soul is being lit on fire to claim his child, but he has zero idea how to build that relationship or even just, be a dad. its even worse because this new na'vi body is biologically rendered to be intense parental figure, all new sorts of parental instincts that are driven down to the primal level overwhelming him as he clumsily, like the newborn he is, navigates that tie between him and his son.

spider is aware of this, to some extent, he can feel quaritch trying, even if he's clueless, and he feels some amount of pity for him. he also feels nice being taken care of; quaritch protects him, nutures him in a way not just a captor trying to get on his sweet would, but a father. it reminds spider of jake, and it makes his stomach tie into knots.

quaritch attempts to integrate with na'vi life way more then he needs to for spider's sake.

when spider left him on the little island, he felt like he was gutted right then and there. he knows he can't force spider to love him, he would never do that to his son, would never force him to live a life he didn't want. he tries to lead a life spider would be proud of until they reunite.

he sends cupcake out over the metkayina village, sending her to be with spider for days at a time, making sure spider isn't alone. when she goes back to miles he lives vicariously through her memories of the boy.

he still wants to kill jake for how he treats his baby.

when spider was still back with the squad, it felt like he was finally whole, like he had his kid, his family, and no matter where they were, in the forests, back at bridgehead, on the sea dragon, it felt like they were home.

everyday miles was away for spider he made him things, keeping them in his pack. beads for his hair and songchord, knives, carvings. by the time they're reunited spider could probably make 10 songschords with all his dad had made him, each one with a story, as he would find out; miles had pushed his fragile memory, prodded out each and every memory he had of spider, of what little childhood he got to experience.

quaritch connects to eywa because of spider, he wanted to see what spider saw, he wanted to know why he was so loyal to this planet, these people, despite the hell they put him through. it all made sense, he wanted to protect her just as much as he wanted to protect spider. he know's why spider did it all, and it drive him to do the same.

quaritch 'woke up' all because of spider's existence.

he threatened ardmore, risking getting in serious trouble, when she implied bringing spider back in after miles won his trust, to 'see if her remembered anything now'. he even tells spider this, because he was done keeping spider in dark, he makes it clear just how far he's willing to go to keep him safe.

spider put a braid in quaritch's hair right before the village/tulkun incident and he never took it out.

#sorry these took forever #and are kinda angsty #adhd paralysis is a bitch #and I'm sorta running out of headcanons for these two #at least outside of my au's #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #quaritch #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #miles quaritch