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captnbas · 8 days

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got hooked on dbd didn’t i

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #dead boy detectives fanart #chedwin #edwin payne #Charles rowland #crystal palace #crystal palace surname von hoverkraft #niko sasaki #my beloved #jenny #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #chedwin fanart #basil draws #this show is so feel good angsty gay there was no way I was not going to become obsessed

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greykolla-art · 2 months

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Dropkicks this thing out of my Procreate gallery before I ruin it with more filters.

#grey art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #alastor #human alastor #oh boy they don’t look very much alike tough 😂#I love angsty symbolism #look at him holding his own corpse !#I’ll take it from here old sport! 😈#cw blood #blood

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egophiliac · 25 days

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innocently logging in to look at the Twst schedule for May like

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 part 8 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 part 8 spoilers #tsumsted wonderland #i-is that enough spoiler tags #anyway twst just absolutely obliterating me with the schedule again #i saw the story completion campaign ended in june and was like 'oh okay that'll be when we get the next part' NOPE HA HA #oh my god rook. oh my god savana rook is real.#w...why is this a story card. hey twst wHY IS THIS A STORY CARD --#is rook dreaming of still being a rowdy boy or #and why is he...(squints) why is he in a pomefiore bedroom #never mind i'm actually terrified of this card now #god. the STETSON. i'm crying.#he really is just applejack huh #also vil i don't know what your problem was this man's mane is LUSCIOUS #and what's this? it's twst following up that first punch with the right hook of EVEN MORE of the best and silliest event #malleus is going to be in the middle of an angsty flashback while dangling us over a pit of spikes or something #and then we're going to cut directly to him having a charming little tea party with a small plush version of himself #oh twst your sense of pacing remains exquisitely incomprehensible #(no i love this though)

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plumadot · 3 months

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e v e r y t h i n g b u r n s

#iiiiiiiii just wanted to try something different #still in angsty mood #boat boys had such a sad yet appropriate end #plume art #double life smp #traffic smp #boat boys #smalletho

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major-comet · 2 months

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the biggest problem with tos’ episodic format is that the episode usually ends pretty quickly after the conflict resolves and then they never really talk about it again - no matter how intense or harrowing it was

which means that we don’t get to actually *see* the interpersonal fallout of bones being diagnosed with and cured from a previously-incurable terminal illness (that he didn’t even want to tell jim and spock he had), and then just four episodes later drugging them so that he can go be tortured (and likely die) instead of spock, and so jim doesn’t have to make the choice between them.

did they talk about it? beyond just a standard debrief and a “never fucking do that again bones i swear to god i mean it this time”? did they make it the captains’ quarters for the debrief, only for mccoy to be pulled into a crushing, trembling hug as soon as the door shut while jim tried to assure himself that bones was still here, was still breathing? spock hovering nearby - a hand gently coming to rest on his shoulder?

why didn’t mccoy want to tell them about the xenopolycythemia, anyways? to try and hold onto a few more normal-ish months before every time they looked at him their eyes would be filled with grief - mourning a man they hadn’t yet lost? the same reason he ran away; to spare them what he went through with his father?

only for him to immediately turn around and throw himself back to the wolves to (almost) die right in front of them anyways

i don’t really know how they handled it. whether they talked about it and attempted to soothe the hurt, or just resolutely tried to bottle it up.

but i do know this: spock eventually came back from gol because jim simply (though accidentally) called out for him in a moment of need. bones only came back because jim personally drafted him back into starfleet

#comet posting #they love eachother i promise but my god these boys need to learn to talk about their feelings #star trek #star trek tos #dr mccoy #spock #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #mcspirk #i’m sorry i don’t know why ive been so angsty the past few days #i think it’s the pms #the empath #for the world is hollow and i have touched the sky #star trek tmp #angst #star trek the original series

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artsymeeshee · 26 days

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I had this idea that’s been stewing in my head for a long while now that I’ve slowly been trying to draw out. I can’t really explain it, I was thinking about future events after the summer when the show ended and what could be a continuation of sorts. Just wanted to show a small preview of a small comic I had in mind that will maybe be done one day…!

#gravity falls #stanley pines #stanford pines #stan twins #my art #sketches #stan pines #ford pines #i don’t know if anyone wants more details about it #if i can explain it at all really #it was mainly one of those: what angsty thing can i make the boys go through #but also make sure everyone is happy and safe once and for all

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octaviasdread · 8 days

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Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.

Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.

There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?

They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.

The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.

It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.

The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.

But the snow never stops.

Spring is up to us.

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ohmycuckoo · 1 month

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My TSC bingo card includes lots of angst, emo Jean, PTSD, "I have no idea who I am", Jean crying on the beach at night and me crying and losing my shit while I read everything.

#I guess I'll be drawing my angsty boy multiple times until TSC comes out #happy? tsc week #jean moreau #tsc #Jean Moreau you’re such and emo kid #I don't expect even a second of happiness for him in the first book #jean moreau fanart #the sunshine court #aftg #aftg fandom #aftg fanart #aftg art #jerejean #jerejean fanart

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lihhelsing · 4 months

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Eddie knew this was the last time.

Steve hadn’t said anything. At least not explicitly. But he had been slowly pulling away for the last month. Ever since the fucking incident.

Eddie was still mortified about it but Steve had done his best to just brush it off as if it was nothing. And at the same time he had started pulling away and Eddie wasn’t dumb. He knew how those things worked. This wasn’t his first rodeo with frat boys and if he was being honest it probably wouldn’t be his last.

But this one might be just the one to break his heart.

He didn’t mean to fall in love with Steve Harrington, but with him making all those pretty noises under him like he was doing right now Eddie wondered how could he have /not/ fallen in love with him.

He could feel the goodbye in every one of Steve’s touches. He was holding on to Eddie as if he couldn’t afford to let go, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Eddie moved inside of him.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Eddie whispered, hands gripping his flattened hair. Steve’s cap was always the first thing to go, whenever they found themselves with enough alone time, and Eddie liked he was probably one of the only people to see him like that. No armor. No president of the Delta Chi. Just Steve.

His Steve.

“Harder,” Steve asked. Begged, really, in that soft, punched out tone that always drove Eddie completely crazy. And Eddie knew what he was doing.

They fucked hard, sometimes. When they were in a rush or when they were drunk or when Steve had stayed away for too long. It made them desperate for each other.

But now Steve was begging for something else. He was begging for Eddie to go harder so he could pretend this wasn’t tearing them apart. So he could pretend there weren’t feelings involved.

And how could he pretend that when Eddie was kissing him softly on the lips and whispering sweet nothings in his ear and fucking him like he loved him? Like he would let Steve break his heart.

“Shh, let me make you feel good, Stevie,” Eddie asked, biting back the rest of his words. Let me make you feel good one last time.

Steve groaned and buried his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck. Eddie wanted to look at his face as he undid him one last time but Steve wasn’t good with feelings so Eddie let him hide away.

The party was still going outside of Steve’s room, but for a little while longer, it would be just the two of them. They were all that mattered while they were inside this room. Even if Eddie knew they were moving fast towards the end.

Even if Eddie knew things would get awkward because Steve couldn’t fucking handle feelings. They would kiss and Steve would rush to get his clothes and his cap back on, hoping for whatever protection that frat boy persona could bring him.

But he and Eddie both knew there was no hiding from each other anymore. They had gone too far, too deep. Eddie already knew the twists and turns of Steve’s heart and soul. Knew what made him scared, what made him hurt.

He would pretend, though. For Steve’s sake. He would watch him walk away one last time, cute butt fitting perfectly in his preppy clothes. He would pretend his heart wasn’t following. He would pretend it didn’t hurt.

And he wouldn’t come back to Delta Chi ever again.

Part II

#steddie #frat boy Steve #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #ficlet #just a little good angsty thing #I’ll make it better later this week I promise #it just gotta get bad before it gets better so #Ali's Stuff

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quisters · 5 months

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…not Arthur infantilizing his horrific bff to justify murderous intentions

The true horror is the friends we made along the way

#bffr #malevolent spoilers #malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent part 38 #john malevolent fanart #monster john #arthur lester #arthur lester fanart #comic #quisters #this was a very angsty way to make this point #can ya tell I just like drawin scary dogs?#guide dog John #LMAO #blood #*slaps arthur* this bad boy can fit so much blood

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toebeanpowpaw · 1 year

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I read " it's time the tale were told (of how you took a child and you made him old) " and it was really good, but it also made me cry!! So here's a little something I made to cope with all those feelies.

#I'm late for his death anniversary #This was originally a bit more angsty but my boy has already suffered too much #I couldn't bear it #my art #fanart #jason todd #red hood #batman #robin #dc fanart

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andi-o-geyser · 1 year

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*record scratch*

Yup, that’s me, watching my future wife fall to the ground dead from a trap I set off. I bet you’re wondering how I got into this situation. Well, my life’s a little crazy, but it all began when my family was murdered in a political coup and I made a pact to create the first gun with a smoke demon...

#poor guy cannot catch a break #percy de rolo is the only character ever actually #fucked up nerdy preppy angsty white haired anime gun boy with a secret soft side who makes clockwork presents for his friends?#literally nobody is doing it like him #you go gunslinger; get that trauma!#try to make up for your curse and atone for your sins but fuck everything up anyways! go crazy have a mental breakdown!!#decide to say ''fuck it'' and insult your love intrest's father to his face in such a savage verbal dressing down he'll never recover!#i support him in all his endeavours and hes never done anything bad actually #critical role #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #including his full name for kicks #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #tlovm #tlovm spoilers #cr1 #critical role spoilers #the legend of vox machina #legend of vox machina #lovm #tlovm season 2 #tlovm s2 #vox machina #perc'ahlia #andis thought geyser

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raticalshoez · 6 months

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"Back when you cared about me."

"I still care, Etho."

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DISKAKWKDNWKW SECRET LIFE HAS BEEN FULL OF BOAT BOYS WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELLLLLL /pos

#I HATE THEM ACTUALLY NOW COULD THEY DO THIS FJDJSMAMS #sigh.......#SIGH.............#trafficblr #ethoslab #smallishbeans #secret life smp #i needed to draw these mfs why are they like this #anyways joel was so right fandom goes INSANE at the boat boys sighting #CAN THIS EVEN BE CONSIDERED CRUMBS. THIS WHOLE INTERACTION DESTROYED ME. AS LITTLE AS IT WAS.#also please ignore the fact that i've gottan joel's life series merch wrong 💀#i refused to make this piece angsty....I REFUSE TO FEED INTO THE VOICES #(i say as i've already listened to them by making this)#boat boys #can't forget that tag

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ghouljams · 6 months

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Immediately thought of Soap when this appeared. Reminds me of Viking!sSoap a little.

"Right where I want you, eh Bonnie?" Mactavish glances at you with a smile before his eyes are trained on the forest again. His arms box you against the rough bark of the tree. Your heart is pounding, your body pinned by his as he shields you from whatever caught his eye.

One of his hands slides from the trunk of the tree slowly, and rests against the ax at his hip. Waiting to pull it free in a flash. His eyes don't touch you again, focused on something you haven't even tried to catch a glimpse of. The swell of his broad chest as he breathes makes you press your self closer to the tree. He's so close you could count his lashes, your eyes transfixed on the sky blue irises, so dark with intent as they watch the forest.

"What is it?" You ask, a little breathless. You haven't taken a full breath since you realized how close the motion pressed you to him.

"Bear," He tells you quietly, the low rumble of his voice shivers down your spine. You tense, trying to suppress it. Mactavish glances at you again, his brows drawing together, "It'll leave, don't worry."

You're not worried about the bear, you're worried about the man. He's too close, too warm, too human. You can't keep him fixed in your mind as a monster like this. Not when you can smell the sweat on his skin, see the cracks in the paint around his eyes. He's human, entirely human. You don't like him human, it takes some of the blame from him if he's human.

It feels like ages trapped between the viking and the tree. Ages watching his eyes, watching your own breathing. His eyes track movement, flicking between trees until he lets out a breath you didn't know he'd been holding. You think he'll step away, let you go now that you're safe, but he doesn't. He turns his attention to you, his eyes burning against your skin when he looks at you.

"Look at you," He hums, lifting his hand to rub his knuckles over your cheek, "caught again by a viking, you're makin' a habit of this."

"Like I had a choice," You huff.

"Y'always have a choice," Mactavish smiles, "can run, can fight, can bargain." You push at him and he goes without a fuss. As if the muscles you feel under your hands could yield so easily. He's sturdy as stone, but he moves for you.

"You've already proven you can catch me," You tell him, grabbing your discarded pack off the ground, "and fighting you would be a fool's errand."

"Love to hear your bargain then Bonnie." You hate the way he teases you, the way you can hear him smiling at you. You hate the way it settles warm in your chest every time he calls you that. Bonnie, beautiful. You hate being teased more than anything.

"I have even less to bargain with," You let some of your annoyance slip into your voice, what a wonderful reminder of everything taken from you. Something shifts in the air behind you, you ignore it. "Let's just get back to camp."

"Aye, smart choice." Soap watches you settle your bag over your shoulder, sorting through ingredients as you push past him. His fingers stroke the fur around your shoulders as you walk by, gentle enough he knows you won't feel. He hates hearing you talk like that. As if you don't know your own value. Nothing to bargain with? He'd give everything for you. You could ask anything of him and he'd gladly give it.

Make a bargain with me, he silently begs, tell me what it takes to love you.

#cod x reader #x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #john mactavish #soap modern warfare #viking!Soap #oh boy another au where I get to have fun with names #uh this got a little angsty at the end sorry there

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turtleblogatlast · 4 months

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[ cw: experimentation / slight body horror implications / ]

Every time I think of the “Bad Hair Day” episode, I’m always a little thrown off by how off-putting it is when looked at from a distance. Like, in that episode Leo is just wanting time to rest for once. That’s it. He just wants some rest and relaxation.

And he’s so desperate to get it that he makes a deal with some random guy to basically uh. Be experimented on. In a way that definitely doesn’t seem all that pleasant in the process!

But hey, at least it works out well and Leo’s happy with it, right?

Then, finally thinking he’s getting the rest he worked for, he instead essentially becomes a host for a parasite that is embedded into his skull. And gets blamed for the actions of the adult that took advantage of his wish for rest.

Like????? I can’t help but feel just a touch of horror at the theming here. Leo just wanted a trip to the spa…

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt headcanons #nah i talked about it before and i think others have too but this is still an oof moment to witness #my poor boy wanted to SLEEP #i don’t dislike the ep tho it’s genuinely a fun time if you don’t think about the kinda horrific theming #don’t mind me just being unnecessarily angsty about random comedy episodes

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2aceofspades · 29 days

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TW: Blood/Injury, Implied Death

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With you

Lil one-shot I guess...??

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After the dust cleared, it was dead silent. The air was thick with moisture from the dark clouds looming above them all. Someone, probably Raphael, yelled out something Two didn't quite process, his ears still ringing as his vision slowly cleared.

A faint blue glow flickered in the near distance, not too far from where Two was slumped on the ground. More muffled shouts rang out as Two attempted to collect himself, staggering to his feet and trudging over to the source of-

No.

Just the image alone was enough to bring Two collapsing back to his knees. Stupid, he thought.

"H-hey..." One's weak voice just barely got through to Two, snapping him right out of his thoughts.

He stared down at the dimming blue glow, watching it flicker and fade in and out. How the hell are you still here, breathing?

His thoughts became flooded in his head, even more so as he felt his arms cradle his brother's near-lifeless body.

"Did we win?"

Two felt his jaw clench at One's question, feeling frighteningly close to grinding his teeth until they were flat.

Did we win?

The question echoed in Two’s head, as if that would better help him process this moment. In any other instance, he would have deflected and scoffed at such an empty, meaningless question. Did it matter? he thought as he titled his head up, looking around briefly at the wasteland that surrounded them. It was over, that much was apparent.

"Yes,” he huffed, looking down at his brother in his arms as he continued, “Now, shut it and save your strength. Your heart-"

"I know," One croaked out in between a few sputtering breaths, interrupting Two in more ways than one. Two tried to ignore the cast-off of blood coming from his brother's mouth, despising the sickening feeling settling in his stomach as it hit his chin. One smiled weakly up at his brother, his eyes dull and unfocused.

How dare you, Two thought to himself.

His eyes flickered from One's exposed heart, bleeding out and hardly beating, and back to his brother’s face. His brother looked beaten, bloody...broken. It wasn't a look he saw from him often, if at all. It was that damn smile that he watched waver as One's heart beat softer and softer. What cruel irony, Two couldn't help but think, a metaphorical expression brought to life by his stupid, thoughtless, idiotic brother.

Two could still fix this. Even as he held his brother tighter against his own plastron and felt his shirt get soaked by the horrid mix of blood and empyrean; he thought to himself how he'd be the one to fix this.

There was no other choice left.

“Good…” One let out the softest of chuckles, “…we…we can s-start over.”

Something in Two’s own chest faltered, even just briefly. It was enough to shut out the feeling of One’s pathetic coughs and wheezes against him. He watched how One's eyes dulled further, his gaze wandering away from Two's face.

Starting over? That wasn’t ever an option, not one that Two had ever weighed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if that was even an option now. After everything he had done, everything he sacrificed, worked for…his brother still wanted to burn it, bury everything down and out of Two’s reach. One wanted this win, he wanted the impossible.

“Impossible…” Two muttered under his breath.

He heard yet another faint chuckle. And then the dense silence that followed.

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~bonus doodles~

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#emd fanart #acey doodles #i was in a mood #still in that mood #i'm just a goon with my angsty ideas..#letting that angst just simmer for now #oof #also i am not a writer so i'm cringing right along with y'all 🫣#i just wanted to draw and write something for this amazing au that inspires me endlessly ♥️#i'm at a loss for words at just how greatly this au inspires me seriously the story and the lore and the art just move me so much #i am a sad sap but i am free 🥲#also #i'm sorry for hurting your boy somni 😳 even if it's just a one-shot *bu-dum tsk*#*skitters away*#Spotify #:)

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