#that got angsty whoops

[helluvapoison]

hey there :3 it’s like 5 am here and I’m being plagued with ✨ideas✨

imagine if Adam had a thing for a demon! reader, like it doesn’t matter if they’re hellborn or a sinner or whatever, he can’t muster up any genuine disgust upon seeing them, and he fucking hates it. And the reader’s not too thrilled either because yeah sure he’s hot under the mask but they can’t really say the same for his personality (bonus if the reader has black feathered wings)

pleas and thank you

Hate Heart

Adam x Demon!Reader

He wouldn’t be opposed to a one night stand with someone from Hell (imho) Hit it and quit it, that’s his motto! Feelings though? Christ on a stick, demon or not, that’s something else entirely

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• Adam can’t fucking stand this game of cat and mouse game that he never signed up to play

• It’s not subtle either because there’s no way for you to accidentally bump into him up in Heaven, he’s always coming to seek you out

• He always thought the itch to see you would subside, that eventually you’d leave his system and become nothing more than a faded memory

• Except he couldn’t seem to forget your face— and trust him, he’s tried just about everything you can think of to speed up that process

• Lute would turn on him in two seconds flat if she knew

• Sera would never let him lead exterminations again, she would scold him for not cutting off the infection before it could fester. Was Lucifer not example enough?

• Her threat to send him to you permanently should have scared him enough but it didn’t. Even though he knew she had a point, he already thought of that!

• You’re from Hell, your very existence is the epitome of everything he should hate and be disgusted by!

• And the sentiment was very much mutual

• Adam took extreme pleasure in killing Hell’s inhabitants (which, wildly, isn’t the biggest red flag about him!?)

• Somehow you were excluded from that category and placed in one all on your own. A tomorrow problem that was repeated daily

• “If you hate me so much maybe you should stop saving me, asshole.”

• “Keep bitching, maybe I will.” He growls back with as much venom as he could muster

• His actions scream the opposite. He’d never. The thought alone twists his heart awkwardly, filling him with urgency to make sure you’re safe rather than do what he came down to do

• Much to your dismay, Adam finds you every couple of months. “To make sure you’re still alive,” he claims, but proceeds to hang around for as long as he can

• It’s exhausting, he’s exhausting

• But then he leaves… and you miss him

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel adam headcanon #hazbin hotel adam imagine #hazbin hotel adam x reader #that got angsty whoops #poiboiwrites

[mechanicalinfection]

Forever.

#art #digital art #fnaf #spring bonnie #springtrap #fredbear #freddy #angst is the way to go honestly giggles #this didn't turn out as angsty as i wanted though im #goung insane im going back to whiteboard #oh by the way #gay #yes they are #homosexuals!?!?! #queer?!!?? #woaj.. #i got impatient whoops #there was going to be a third panel but #whatever heydiskls #I DON'T HAVE THE ART MOTIVATION TO CONTINUE THIS SO. #have this mess

[hannahmanderr]

for the ship scene ask thing have you done Savant Par yet?

(TechHunter AU: a spin on a No One Knows AU in which Tucker takes up a role much like Valerie's and begins to hunt ghosts - only he doesn't know that one of those ghosts happens to be his best friend)

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Danny thought that staring down the end of an ecto-blaster held by his parents was one of the worst feelings in the world.

Turns out, staring down the end of an ecto-blaster held by his best friend was the worst feeling in the world.

He could barely control his panicked breathing as he pressed his back further and further into the brick wall, frozen in fear. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice yelled at him to just phase through the wall you idiot! But it was drowned out by the other, louder voices telling him that this was capital-B Bad and just how screwed he was.

"W-what do you want?" he asked. Hopefully the waver in his voice was more imagined than anything, but he doubted it was true.

The blaster didn't move an inch. "You've gotten away with this far too long, Phantom," the figure on the other end of the gun said. His voice was distorted by the voice modulator in his helmet.

Danny knew it was Tucker. Had known it was Tucker. He'd recognized the voice back before the modulator had been installed.

Now though, it sounded nothing like his lifelong friend. It only made the situation that much more terrifying, especially when compounded with the fact that he couldn't see Tucker's face through the tinted visor he wore.

He swallowed. "Gotten away with what?"

Apparently that had been the exact wrong thing to say. He grunted as the blaster was jabbed straight into his chest.

"Don't play dumb with me! You know exactly what you've been doing!" Tucker yelled. "It ends tonight. I'm here to make sure of that."

Danny's heart and core both began to race. Flashes of all the opportunities he'd had to tell Tucker and Sam of his secret began to flood his mind's eye, but he shoved them to the back of his mind as far as he could. "L-listen! Can't you - can't we talk about this for a minute?"

"Why should I? You don't deserve it. Not after what you've been doing to Danny."

Well now that caught his attention.

"I haven't been doing anything to Danny," he said quietly. Did it count as the truth if he was Danny? And he wasn't doing anything to himself?

The blaster was pushed even farther into his chest. "You might as well just drop the act, I already know your dirty little secret!"

Danny's stomach dropped. "You - you do?"

"Of course I do! You don't think I've seen how tired he is all the time? The bags under his eyes? And how he keeps getting all those random bruises and stuff? It's so obvious, I can't believe I didn't figure it out before."

"Please, Tucker, I can expl-"

"What did you just call me?"

Danny froze again. "I - Tucker, you have to let me explain, I swear I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"No, no." Tucker shook his head. "You've known? This whole time? Who I am?"

The danger in the question was palpable. Tread carefully, Fenton. "I mean... yes? I, uh... saw you take your helmet off once?" Yeah, that seemed mostly plausible. Especially if there was any shot his own secret was safe.

Tucker stayed quiet for a long moment. Danny wished he could see past the visor. It was unbearable, not being able to see his face.

"Danny found out," he finally whispered. "He found out and he told you, didn't he?"

"Um..."

"No, wait. Wait. You forced him to tell you, didn't you?"

"What?" Danny yelped as Tucker's other hand slammed into the wall, right next to his face.

"Because that's all he is to you, isn't he?" Tucker growled. "He's just some puny little human that you can mess with because you're the big, bad ghost boy."

Well, if there was a plus side to this, it was that his secret was safe after all. "It's not like that at all! He's - I'm not messing with him!"

"Well let me tell you something," Tucker continued, as if Danny hadn't spoken. "That boy you think is your personal plaything? That you think you can do whatever you want with? He's worth way more than you could even dream of."

Danny found himself at a loss for words. His heart and core continued to thud frantically and disjointedly. "What do you mean?" was all he could bring himself to say.

"I love him is what I mean!"

Time stood still around them. The full force of Tucker's words hit Danny like the brick wall behind him. The kind of love Tucker had to be talking about...

... it wasn't just brotherly friend love, wasn't it?

His heart broke into a million pieces.

Tucker's breaths were uneven and shallow. "I love him," he repeated, quieter this time. "And... and if you think you can keep hurting him like this..."

The blaster whined, and an uncomfortable heat built up against Danny's chest.

"... then let's just say the only way you'll get to him is over my dead body."

For some reason, the words finally kickstarted his brain into gear. Barely giving himself the time to consider whether it was a smart choice or not, Danny turned himself intangible and fell through the wall behind him. He scrambled to his feet and emerged on the other side of the wall before taking off into the sky at top speed.

Only the wind and the fading echoes of Tucker's furious shouts rang in his ears.

He didn't stop flying until he was on the other side of the city. He didn't even bother to check where he was before collapsing onto the roof of one of the buildings, curling into himself and letting his tears flow freely down his face.

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~~Send me a ship and I'll send you the first scene that comes to mind with them!

#danny phantom #ask hannah #ask game #tucker foley #savant par #danny fenton #anonymous #whoops i got angsty with this one lol #techhunter au has so much potential that i am unqualified to write lolol #thanks for the ask!!

[frostybearpaws]

So… I actually misinterpreted Haarlep’s lines when he said he was “glamoured and transfigured to look like him [Raphael].”

when I first heard that I had read it as “I was made to look like this bastard… permanently.” Like through magical means someone (either Raphael or another individual) had altered Haarlep to look like Raphael and it was now their true form weather they liked it or not and NOT as I glamor myself to look like Raphael as a shape shifter he asks me to because he has issues he trying to work out and actively wants to sleep with a perfect version of himself.

I know my initial interpretation is wrong, the patch 5 epilogue proves that the form we meet Haarlep in is not their true form as others request and pay a lot of money to lay with them like that.

however imagine if that WAS the case. Raphael and Haarlep’s dynamic is ten different layers of complicated, fucked up, and questionable. At base line this is a sex slave and their master. And in more complex interpretations there’s still an ambiguity of Haarlep’s position as a “personal incubus” but maybe they and Raphael have a benefits transaction or some complex emotions floating works in the background.

Add another layer of, Haarlep’s identity is not only PERMANENTLY stripped away by their true form being altered to look like Raphael, but they also have the wear the face of their master who they hate (probably or at least carries some level of distain for) and now when they look in the mirror that’s all they see.

that’s gotta fuck with your head. The level of dysphoria of looking in the mirror expecting to see a face uniquely yours only to have the person who is keeping you captive staring back at you. The uncanny valley of hearing a different voice in your ears when you speak.

I could imagine the hatred that is built up over time. They no longer have something that is THEIRS it’s all Raphael. But if we add the layer of them having some kind of agreement or relationship it gets even more interesting. Maybe they start to accept it, begrudgingly and slowly but over decades and centuries they start to pick out the differences that are unique to them (my headcanon for this scenario is that you can’t make a PERFECT perfect copy but a pretty damn close one which would be why Haarlep would look so similar but have notable differences) they start to almost like it. And they’re horrified.

(also don’t get me STARTED on the shit show that would commence after Raphael’s death with Haarlep being permanently altered. Imagine carrying the face of a dead man. Sure it gets you lot of money and you can change at will, but at the end of the day when you come home and look in the mirror, all you see is his face)

#haarlep #raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #haarlep the incubus #bg3 #bulders gate 3 #buldars gate iii #whoops got a little angsty at the end there

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghoulette Appreciation Week 2: Stealing Clothes

Sunny can't find her favorite hoodie, so she enlists Cumulus to help her.

Ghoulette Appreciation Weeks was put together by @jesusbutbetterrr, thanks for organizing this!

"Hey, Cue!" Sunny calls, sticking her head out of her bedroom doorway. "Dove?"

From the common room, Cumulus chirps curiously. "Yeah, Sparky? What is it?" she calls back, ear flicking against her curls.

"Have you seen my favorite hoodie?" Sunny asks, still calling down the hallway. "It was in my dirty clothes pile. Was gonna run a load or two while I had it on my mind."

Cumulus stands, setting aside her crochet project, a blanket she's been making to keep her hands busy. Keep her thoughts off of the upcoming tour, because when the pack leaves with Papa, they're leaving two of their mates behind. Sunny included. "I haven't seen it, but I'll help you look for it, spark," she says, nuzzling against Sunny's shoulder, breathing in her scent, ripe peaches and sun-warm grass. "The orange one, right?"

"Yep, the cropped one? Thanks, Cue," Sunny grins, turning back into her room. It's like a bomb went off in there, clothes scattered across her bed, blankets shoved down and bunched up at the foot.

Cumulus hums, rummaging through the pile of clothes on Sunny's bed. Judging by how strongly they smell of her, Sunny must have upended her dirty laundry onto her bed. "You planning on changing your sheets after this?" Cumulus asks, grinning up at her.

Sunny shrugs, abandoning the pile of laundry to root through her dresser. "It's not like I have Mountain levels of dirty clothes. Have you seen the state of that ghoul's work pants?" She gags dramatically.

"Aren't you a little earth, Sun?" Cumulus teases.

"Eh, just a little," She laughs, shutting her drawers, unsuccessful. "Too much fire and air to feel the calling to the earth, you know?"

Cumulus grins, turning back to Sunny's bed. "Well, sparky. I can't find it. Do you think someone else has it?"

There's footsteps coming down the hallway from the common room, and Cirrus passes by the open doorway, dressed casually, long navy hair thrown up into a loose bun. The other ghoulettes light up as they see her. "Hey, blossom!" Sunny calls, grinning bright. "We're looking for my cropped hoodie. I can't find it."

"Oh, um," Cirrus trails off, blushing as her eyes grow wide. "I know where it is, Sun."

Sunny's brow furrows and she cocks her head, her copper curls bouncing. "Where is it?" She asks. "It needs to be washed."

"I have it," Cirrus sighs, her shoulders slumping. "I'll show you," she says, gesturing for her fellow ghoulettes to follow her out of Sunny's room, a few doors down to her own room.

Sunny and Cumulus share a look as Cirrus turns her back, but they follow their mate diligently. Cirrus's room is spotless and pristine, bed made, though she usually spends her nights in Cumulus's bed. There's a large duffle bag on the center of the floor, and the air immediately sours with the reminder of tour.

The reminder than in a short while, Sunny'll be all alone at the Abbey. Well, that's not true, she and Aether will be together, but the rest of their pack will be gone. Cirrus, her stoic, steadfast ghoulette, unzips the duffle bag, moving a few of her own articles of clothing and pulls out an orange cropped hoodie. There's a wave of peach scent that comes with it, tinged with Cirrus's own honeysuckle and jasmine, and if they really strain for it, Cumulus and Sunny can smell the traces of Aether's steady ozone coming from her bag.

"Oh, Cir, blossom," Sunny breathes as the older ghoulette holds her hoodie out to her, eyes downcast. It's an emotion Sunny's never seen on her mate's face, and it looks kind of like shame.

"Sorry, Sun," She says, her lips quirking up in a tiny smile, still not making eye contact.

"Cirrus," Sunny breathes, grabbing her by the shoulders gently. "I'd give you my clothes to take with you, both of you, if you asked. But I gotta ask, why the hoodie? You're doing outdoor venues all summer. I don't want to hear reports that you passed out on stage."

Cirrus snorts, and Sunny grins as she watches the shame crack and crumble away. "You never wash the damn thing, dragonfly. Of all your clothing, it smells the most like you."

"Aw, you're sweet," Sunny says, reaching up and brushing a strand of dark blue hair that's fallen from Cirrus's bun. "You're really gonna miss me, huh?"

"Of course we are," Cumulus chimes in. She sneaks behind Sunny, wrapping her arms around the multighoulette's waist, nuzzling in between her shoulderblades. "You're our girl, Sun. Of course we're gonna miss you. We'll even pick out some souvenirs for you and Aeth."

"You promise you're gonna get me cheesy souvenirs?" she asks, batting her eyelashes up at Cirrus, who throws her head back and laughs.

"Course, dragonfly. And we'll call when the timezones work in our favor," she promises.

"See? It won't be too bad," Sunny insists, even though she's trying to convince herself too. "You guys will be back before you know it."

Cirrus doesn't reply, and neither does Cumulus. They both pull themselves closer to Sunny, holding her close like they'll never have to leave.

#whoops this one got a little angsty #my bad lmao #dot's writing #sunshine ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #ghoulette appreciation weeks #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction

[flowerparrish]

💕 for Clint&Nat?

Kiss somewhere other than the lips

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Clint wakes up. His head is pounding, and that's nothing on the racing of his heartbeat. He feels strung out from too much adrenaline and almost no sleep and whatever the crash is that comes from being yanked free of the kind of calm, peaceful, downright blissful high of knowing what you are doing is absolutely right.

Clint wakes up, heart pounding, head aching, and he doesn't forget even for a moment how he got here, nor what he's done.

Clint wakes up, opens his eyes, and Natasha is standing over him, her mouth a grim line. In her eyes is nothing but understanding. No pity, not even sympathy, just the echo of bone deep knowledge that you can never fix what you've done under someone else's power. Because even if it wasn't a choice, not really, it was still your hands that did it.

She reaches out. He doesn't flinch. She cups his cheek and kisses his forehead, and his eyes slip shut again. He grabs her waist, grips tightly like she can keep him anchored against the storm of his guilt and rage and self-loathing.

If anyone could, it would be Natasha, who presses a kiss to his temple that isn't forgiveness, but simply love.

It's enough.

It's always enough.

And it always will be.

#this got angsty whoops #ficlet #hurt/comfort #clintasha #mcu #set after avenegers 2012

[antiphrastic]

I made something important

#antiphrastic reads #mo du #fei du #默读 #“im not traumatised” says the deeply traumatised expert on trauma #“because i was never physically abused” says the man who knows full well thats not how that works #and also was physically abused #in addition to all the other horrors #mo du spoilers #i guess? #its pretty clear from the get go fei du is one tonne of trauma in an expensive suit #but fucking hell my dude #let yourself be percieved so you can let yourself heal a little #my notes got angsty when all i wanted was to make a joke whoops

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

A Wish your Heart Makes

this isn’t the installment of breakup au i was intending to post but I had this on the back burning for the OG stuff soooo here ya go!! (the other more angsty one will be up eventually i hope)

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Sasha wouldn’t consider herself a creature of habit but there were certain things she couldn’t go without. One of which being her weekend coffee dates with her daughter. She loved seeing how Kerri’s eyes would light up every morning when they went to run errands since she knew she’d get time with just her Mom afterwards.

They made their way inside and Kerri immediately went over to their spot by the large window, right where the sun would hit perfectly and warm up the booth just right even on the colder of days.

Sasha went up and ordered their drinks: Hot caramel coffee and a hot chocolate with whipped cream. She reached into her purse for her wallet and furrowed her brows. She had it before, it had to be in her bag.

The cashier looked at her knowingly and waited while Sasha felt her cheeks heat up a little in embarrassment. She opened her mouth to say something before someone from behind her handed her card.

“Add it to mine.”

She looked over to see that same auburn hair she could never forget.

Anetra.

After a moment she spoke up. “Thank you. I must’ve left my wallet in my car.”

“It’s no trouble.” Anetra said, looking over at Sasha finally. Her warm brown eyes found Sasha’s and she gave a small half smile. “I owe you for all the times you’d pay for things.”

“You know you don’t have to pay me back.”

“Then think of it as me returning the kindness.”

Sasha let out a small chuckle. She hadn’t changed. That was comforting to know that she was still the same strong and quiet woman she’d known. They stood in silence, only the sounds of the few coffee machines filling the gaps. She’d look over her shoulder periodically and see Kerri still sitting by the window, swinging her legs and staring at the people passing by outside.

“How’s the kid?” Anetra asked, noticing the little girl that looked nearly identical to the woman next to her.

“She’s good. Going to be starting dance classes soon.”

“Bet she’s excited about that.” She gave a small smile. Eventually the drinks were dropped over to the edge. Sasha grabbed them both and handed one to Anetra. Still the same order, she thought to herself.

“Well I’m sorry to barge in on your morning. I’ll be on my way.” Anetra said, holding her cup with her hand over it. She went to walk away but suddenly stopped when Kerri ran over to the pair.

“Did they make it right?” She asked, bouncing on her toes as her mother handed her the smaller cup.

“Yup. All the whipped cream just for you.” She smiled at her. Kerri grinned excitedly and looked up at Anetra for a moment before she recognized her.

“You’re the lady with the big bike outside. What’s your name?”

“My names Anetra. That’s my motorcycle.” Anetra responded, her eyes darting from the child to her mother. Sasha had to bite back a chuckle at how filled with anxiety her brown eyes seemed. “I uh, like your dress.”

“Thank you. My names Kerri.” She smiled. “I like your makeup, it looks really pretty. Do you wanna sit with me and Mommy for coffee time?”

Anetras eyes widened for a split second. “Oh no, I don’t think I should. That’s your time with your Mom and I wouldn’t want to intrude.” She glanced back over to Sasha, silently begging for her to help.

“It’s okay. My Mommy won’t mind, right Mommy?” The brown haired girl looked up at her mother with a wide smile. Shit.

“She can stay if she would like, but I’m sure she’s is busy today, sweetheart.” She attempted to end the discussion.

“I’m not.” She said quietly. “I don’t have anything for the rest of the day.”

Kerri picked up on it and grinned from ear to ear. “See? She can stay for coffee time.” She took Anetras free hand and pulled her over to their booth. Sasha let out a small smile as she watched the visible fear in her brow when she looked over her shoulder at her.

Kerri was right by the window with Anetra next to her, smiling excitedly while the redhead tried to match her energy, giving a tense smile.

“So,” Anetra cleared her throat and looked at Sasha. “How’s your morning been?”

“Really good. My Mommy’s taking me to get dance clothes since imma start dancing soon.” Kerri said excitedly, her eyes wide as she looked at Anetra.

“That’s exciting.” She said, relaxing a bit and taking a sip of her coffee. “I remember when I first started dancing. I was about your age.”

“No way. You’re a grown up.”

“Everyone used to be little, Kerr bear.” Sasha chuckled. “Even me.”

“Woah.” She said after sipping her hot chocolate, whipped cream on her nose.

“It’s a little freaky.” Sasha smiled. “You got a little stuff on your nose, bear.” She brought her thumb up and gently wiped it away, licking her finger.

“Hey!” Kerri laughed. “Thief!”

“What?!” She gawked dramatically. “I was not stealing.” Anetra watched how the mother and daughter continued to laugh and smile. She hadn’t seen this side of Sasha when they were together; so carefree and attentive and and always smiling.

They sat for a while, just talking and laughing together at whatever stories Kerri said demanded their attention. Eyes wandered and smiles were exchanged as that slow trickle steadied to a consistent current and filled her with that sickly sweet head rush that made her throw her anxieties and thoughts to the wind. God, this was what she missed. The easy smiles and ease that Sasha's presence always seemed to bring and blanket over the hurricane of thoughts that made her stomach sick.

Kerri started to calm down her rampant storytelling after her chocolate was finished and her eyelids seemed to grow heavy, her head leaning to the side as she slowly shifted towards Anetra side. The little girl yawned and rested her against the redhead's arm, her cheek against her warm skin.

Sasha watched the panic set into her eyes for a moment as Anetra straightened her posture and tried to move her arm away but Kerri only followed where she moved to. She smiled more as she watched her relax and bring her arm around the girl, gently pulling her closer to her body and giving her more support to sleep.

Everything felt so perfect in that moment. She felt a warmth bloom in her chest. Maybe now it could work between them, maybe now she could have both of the people she cared about in life together, maybe everything could finally be perfect and her heart wouldn’t ache anymore or long for that linger piece it still needed.

It was all coming true. It felt like a dream.

Sasha woke up to sun coming in through her window. She rubbed her bleary eyes and took in her surroundings. No coffee shop, no motorcycle outside, no Anetra. Just the same bedroom she woke up and fell asleep in.

She sighed and turned over onto her side, away from the steady stream of sunlight coming into her room. It all felt so real, like it was actually happened and was a memory of sorts. But that’s the funny thing about the mind. Sometimes it takes out deepest desires in our hearts and twists them into some strange form and convinces us it’s real before snatching it away and crumbling what little and fragile hope you had.

She felt her heart beat and that same ache return to her chest. She closed her eyes and thought back to how perfect Anetra looked in the dream with her daughter, how she smiled and softened to the little girl. She should’ve known it wasn’t real at that moment but she had hope. Her mind focused on how Anetra looked at her with that little flicker of hope and let a silent tear go down her cheek.

There’s no way it could be and she would only have dreams to soothe the forever ache in her heart.

#rpdr s15 #sasha colby #anetra #sashnetra #kerri colby #breakup au #whoops my hand slipped and it got angsty #but if you knew the title reference then you kinda saw it coming

[caleb-pilot]

Hi Caleb.... How are you really? I miss you..

hey sugar. i’m alright? i guess.

lately, i just can’t help but feel … replaceable, ya know? work in skyhaven keeps me so busy that i understand she would want something more steady, but… it still stings ya know?

beneath the layers of false confidence and sarcasm, i really do have a heart of gold & care a real lot.

and how about you?

he sighs, avoiding eye contact and scratching the back of his neck

#from the cockpit #((this got angsty whoops.. but idk if ch 4 didn’t happen I could see this being the vibe)) #anon

[19eyebrows]

Guan shan and tian spending time together,, looking for a special gift for mo's mother birthday

It was definitely not a date, at least that's what Mo was telling himself. He was just out with He Tian because the other boy wouldn't stop complaining about that Mo didn’t spent enough time with him. And Guanshan was looking for a present for his mother anyway so he just kills two birds with one stone.

As they were walking from shop window to shop window He Tian noticed Guanshans observing eyes.

"Are you looking for something specific?"

"My mom's birthday is next week and I thought I should gave her something nice." Mo murmured as he checked out a display with earrings.

He Tian rised an eyebrow. "I bet your mom is happy with everything you would gave her." He remembered how Miss Mo had tears in her eyes last time Guanshan gave her some flowers for mothers day. He Tian happened to be there because he had totally forgotten about this day. No wonder... It was not like he had a mother he could gave a present for mother's day.

"Yeah but I wanted it to be something special. It's her 50th birthday you know... What would you gave your mother to her birthday?", he asked without thinking about it but when He Tian wasn't answering he turned around just to see He Tian has stopped.

"I-I don't know... To be honest... I don't have a mom to gave anything to. I was surrounded by maids but I never gave them something." his expression wasn't painful or sad but his eyes were unfocused, like he was trying to remember something. Mo's heart sunk.

"I-um... I'm sorry. I didn't knew your mom wasn't..." he trailed off. It was at times like this Guanshan realised how less He Tian was actually talking about his family or his life in general. Mo knew about He Tians father and just assumed that there must be a mother too. Maybe he should have asked sooner. He felt so stupid.

But He Tian raised his hands and smiled awkwardly.

"No no. She's not dead. She left us when I was very small, so I don't really remember her. My brother has told me some stories but I can see that it is painful for him. I guess it's easier to just pretend to not having a mother than to admit that she had left us." he tried to keep his voice light and easy but Guanshan knew him well enough to hear a hint of pain and loneliness out of his voice.

Without a word he took He Tians hand and dragged him away in a small side street where less people were around.

"Hey! What's--" but He Tian found two strong arms wrapped out him before he could finish his ask.

"I'm sorry" Guanshan whispered in his shoulder that made He Tian smile fondly.

"Hey hey. It's okay. I didn't tell you that to get sad."

"I know."

They stayed like this for a little while longer. He Tian could feel his tense shoulder relax and he lean into the hug more. When they separated both of their faces were a bit red.

It was Mo who talked first.

"My mom's birthday is on Thursday... I mean if don't have time."

He Tian smiled.

"I would love to come."

#19 days #he tian #mo guan shan #tianshan #19 days headcanons #drabble #I hope you like it!!! #It got more angsty as i intended to whoops #Next will follow soon

[ongreenergrasses]

❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞ Andy & Quynh please

hi anon!! thank you for the ask, i was delighted to revisit this particular prompt list and i hope you enjoy 🌷🌹

Quỳnh winces and flexes her fingers. Her hand is still throbbing, but she shifts in her chair instead, trying to ignore it. Andy is still silent next to her, and Quỳnh is trying to ignore that, too.

“Why did you do that?” Andy finally asks, so softly Quỳnh barely hears it over the bustle of the emergency room. “I had it handled.”

“I know,” Quỳnh says. She sighs. “I just wanted to help.”

Andy doesn’t even have to respond. Quỳnh feels Andy’s thought of I don’t need help practically screaming at her.

“I know you don’t need protecting,” Quỳnh says. She passes Andy another tissue to replace the blood soaked one she’s holding to her forehead, takes the bloody one, and throws it away in the trash can next to them. “And I know I can’t protect you from everything. I just wish you’d let me protect you from the things I can control.”

“Is this something you can control?” Andy asks wryly.

Quỳnh doesn’t know. She knows she can’t control how people see the two of them. She also knows that when people started shouting ugly things at them, she got up to leave, and Andy was the one who threw the first punch.

Quỳnh is too old and tired for bigotry. She knows Andy feels the same way. Andy just reacts differently to it.

“Maybe I can’t,” Quỳnh says. “But I can control some of it. And I want you to be safe.”

Andy looks so vulnerable. Quỳnh wants to hug her, but before she can, the nurse calls out Andy’s name.

“I want you to be safe,” Quỳnh repeats, and as they walk into the exam room, she takes Andy’s hand.

yearning prompts

#ask and you shall receive #lovely anon #prompts #the old guard #andromaquynh #andromache the scythian #andy #quynh #quỳnh #this one accidentally got a little angsty whoops

[inastarlesssky]

Oh lord, this is turning out more angsty than I meant it to be.

Well, it doesn't help listening to "Running Up That Hill" (but the version is just so beautiful...it's instrumental, and there's orchestra stuff going on, but it's so sad!)

#I took the prompt because it had two of my favorite tropes #but then I realized it's more a romcom and thought oh no problem #I can put banter and funny stuff in there #but then it got angsty whoops

[galaxythixf]

@valorheroics​ said: ❝  you have more of a reputation than you might think.  ❞  ||  from Gekko for Jett Conversational Sentence / Emotionally Charged Starters || Accepting

"Oh yeah? Is that coming from a fan?" Jett scoffs, laying on her back with blue eyes trained on keeping one of her various knives suspended above air. "Just what kind of reputation do you think I have?" She knew. It probably wasn't what he meant but the reputation that comes to mind isn't necessarily one she's proud of. Her face is plastered on every screen that has a signal, right underneath bolded words that warn of her threat. A threat she was never actually a part of but to the public, she was an enemy.

"Because if you're talking about being the Protocol's most reliable agent, you could stand to mention it a little more." Her smile is enough to fool anyone while a poison more potent than that of their famed chemist's begins to set within the depths of her stomach.

"Or is it something else?" Something dreadful. "Like my sharpshooting?" Like the people's she's disappointed. "Isn't it a little early for you to be kissing up, Lizard Boy?"

#✰ — IC ✶ Racing With The Stars #Asks #valorheroics #✰ — Jett ✶ You were never born to quit; You were made for this #✰ — Queued ✶ Traveling Through The Solar System #Whoops this got a little angsty ))

[nevertheless-moving]

Gotta figure that at least 50% of those spidermans were very delibrately not putting their all into the big chase scene, bare minimum 10% actively sabotaging. like oh no we're on a train to the moon, guess we're stuck and can't go after him anymore.

Please.

Running in a pack, big crowd of the chattiest superheros to ever live (and theres a lot of chatty fucking superheroes), several dozen of them with front row seats to the big reveal-

"so why are we after this kid?" "He wants to stop one of his canon events" "his canon events?" "a canon event." "You mean-" "Wait what did she say, we're chasing this guy because he wants to keep his girlfriend from falling to her death?" "Uh. Not sure. Might be the childhood friend - watch your heads - turning evil thing." "I thought those were fixed points? Like you couldn't stop them no matter how much you time traveled back?" "There he is!" "Wait you have time travel?" "No but I heard the spider from earth 1116a-" "Wait if it's fixed then what's the harm in letting him try" "come on you know the multiverse-" "he's trying to keep his boyfriend from dying? Why the fuck are we chasing him?" "Well miguel said-" "you mean Grimdark angsty spiderman?" "Huh?" "No, not you, vampire - incoming, mind your legs - vampire grimdark angsty spiderman-" "oh, him. Isn't he a bit-" "I feel like the trying is what matters, i mean even if he fails-" "so he is a vampire!" "ummm yeah no hold up im not totally comfortable with this whole-" "who's trying to do what? Ooh, got line of sight on him, he's totally webbed in 3,2, AaAghh" "Oh shoot, haha I must have tripped on Spider-Banana-Man whoops, sorry -" "ugh whattever, lost the shot anyway" "Cant believe Spider-Rex boffed it like that, theyre usually great at ambush-" "I heard his uncle-" "No his dad-" "oof, thats-" "Wow is it just me or are we really tripping over each other today" "Hey do you know why we're chasing after this-"

#Spiderman #across the spider verse #Across the spiderverse spoilers #atsv spoilers #Atsv #Nevertheless writing #Marvel

[onlyhereforangst]

number 29 for the spotify apple playlist 😌

29: the last time (taylor’s version)

talk dirty top 100 in 2022 with me!

#ugh one of my FAVES off of red tv 🥹 #this got there from a particularly angsty part of 2022 lmao whoops #appreciate the strikethrough 💀 #top 100 of 2022 #apple music replay #frankieslewis

[fraugwinska]

A very incomplete list of Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction Authors/Geniuses

I cannot believe the awsome, talented, absolute magnificent people I've met through this fandom. Writing FF for Hazbin Hotel has become one of my greatest joys in life, and reading the stories and creations of my fellow friends and idols is something that can brighten my whole week - and we don't gatekeep. So, if you're in search for a good read, here are a few of the SUPER AWSOME people I stalk (and I want to stress - this list is never going to be complete, but I'll try to edit it as there are just SO MANY GODDANG MASTERS out there!) @bapple117 If you love #RadioStatic, you have to read 'Bluest Monday' (completed) and the follow-up 'Say Hello, Wave Goodbye' (WIP) She'll break your heart in the most beautiful way. If you don't fancy that but Alastor is your go-to, then you will want to dive in head-first into "If You Can't Say Somethin' Nice, Don't Say Nothin' At All" (complete). But as before, be ready for a rollercoaster of emotional moments and extremely spicy shenanigans.

@hazelfoureyes Goddess of the smut, Hottest writer in Hell - If you're horny, Hazel has got you covered. Especially her 'The safeword is Radioapple'-Mini-series will make you sweat like a Zumba-Instructor on crack. Be prepared to blush, tremble, die and immediately ressurrect, because yes. She is THAT good.

Clover/corruptedteacups on AO3 With whooping 75 chapters and 300k+ hits, her Fanfic 'The Red means I Love you' is one of the best, most detailed slow-burn-pining-angsty-smutty-will-they-wont-they Masterpieces I've read so far. Alastor is magnificent and I guarantee you'll fall in love with Clover, the bunny who captures the heart of you deerest red demon.

@melodyonthewireless Highly underappreciated (imho), her fic "A Match made in Hell" (WIP) follows her OC Sybil down to hell, into the Hazbin Hotel and consecutively the arms of Alastor - but don't you dare underestimate the pink, harmless looking doe. Sybil's witch powers and her sassy, witty personality is quite the match to the established readio overlord. It's such a read, and the wait between chapters the sweetest agony!

@macabr3-barbi3 She delivers every. single. TIME. Her Short stories and One-Shots are like Pringles - Once you pop, you can't stop. I'm deeply in love with 'Dream a little Dream' (WIP), 'Nothing I can't Handle' (WIP) makes me run for a cold shower and did I mention the countless one-shot-candies that make you mouth water and your toes curl?

@slutforalastor/InconspicuousBosch on AO3 Whether it's the One-Shots on tumblr (omg the PRIEST ALASTOR BIT *fans face*) or the incredible Choose-your-Path-Fic "Say it with a smile" (completed) - you will be both amazed at the artistry of the wording and storybuilding and blushing at the sheer craft of the smut and sexual tension.

@impale-me-radio-daddy Founder of the kink #antlerplay, his series of 'The Lookalike' is steamy, outrageous, utterly magnificent and filthy down to the bones. Be prepared for some serious questioning of your own preferences, because you WILL get some epiphanies. And that's a PROMISE.

@hurthermore Listen. LISTEN. Bimbo is the mini-series that had me on a friggin CHOKEHOLD. It takes a special talent to make one so invested in THE radio demon, gentleman a la carte Alastor believably pining after and pounding a lovable, dumb airhead sinner with a fable for skimpy dresses and leave you at the end wanting for seconds and thirds!

As I said, this is a highly incomplete list, and I'll absolutely edit this list as I go. But I needed to put this out in the world. To all of the above, and all of those which I didn't include YET but most certainly will -

I ADORE YOU, I PRAY AT YOUR FEET, YOU ARE AMAZING BEINGS AND I LOVE YOU.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #hazbin hotel smut #radiostatic #radioapple #alastor x oc #alastor hazbin hotel #fraugwinskaandfriends #ily fellow beings #author appreciation