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gia-batmm-crickle22 · 8 months

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𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟?

#random thoughts #angst probably #star wars #star wars rebels #star wars thrawn #sw #sw rebels #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #kivu'raw'nuruodo

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chackyxyooj · 1 year

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To You, Who Loved Me First

Marcel,

Tonight is a particularly cold night. The long nights of winter have comfortably settled in, leaving everything more barren and bleak than before. Back when I was a child, I hated the cold. It would always hit me abruptly and linger uncomfortably. No matter how beautiful cold nights may be, going out in the cold had always put me in a bad mood. Perhaps it was just a senseless opinion of someone so young, or perhaps the cold reminded me of things I didn’t wish to think about.

Now that I’ve inherited the power of the Crystal Titan, my body doesn’t respond to cold like it used to. I’m not sure if you ever got to experience a cold night with a Titan Shifter body, but the cold is now a pleasant sensation rather than an uncomfortable one. And now it seems that cold nights are only second to one.

I never really cared to gaze out into the night sky as a child. Even now I prefer the dazzling colours of sunset. I love tracing the sunkissed clouds as the sun dips below the horizon. The warm spectrum of light never ceases to amaze me.

However, tonight the sky is clear of clouds. Stars are dusted across its dark canvas, leaving me alone to marvel at its beauty. At a time like this, I’m sure you would say something witty to make me smile before handing me your jacket. You had been someone who prioritised others over yourself. I used to wonder why you cared for me more than you seemed to care for yourself, but now I do the very same thing.

You never got to meet them, but the next line of Warrior Candidates remind me of our generation. I’m not able to fully understand what our predecessors thought of us, but I know for certain that I love those kids. How could I ever wish upon them what happened to us?

More than anything, I want those kids to live a normal life. I want them to be able to attend school, not defend their country from the front lines of a battlefield. It isn’t right. It never has been. I was too naive as a child to understand that, but you? You understood the value of living a long life better than I did. You understood that value and still gave your life to our power hungry country known as Marley.

Sometimes I think back to the day we were chosen as Warrior Candidates. The evening before we were chosen, you asked me whether I was certain with my decision or not.

You, a boy who desperately wanted for the people he loved to have lives longer than his own, wanted me to give away the single thing I had worked so hard to achieve. Meanwhile I, a girl who had given up anything and everything to attain her father’s love, had fumbled the love you had for me.

It was cruel of you, really.

Despite everything you felt and knew, you still questioned my resolve. You questioned me while still wishing for your own brother to surpass the length of both of our lives.

In the end, you chose the life of your brother over the lives of your comrades. It wasn’t your fault you had grown attached to any of the others, and I could never blame you for making your decisions in the ways you had. I could never even blame you for saving Porco over me.

No matter how awful this may seem, I would choose to save Emanon over Colt. Despite loving all of them, I would still choose Emanon over every other Warrior Candidate.

How cruel of me.

Perhaps it isn’t just you or me who is cruel, but the world itself.

We were children thrown into the very fray of it all. We didn’t have time to develop proper morals or learn how to understand the emotions of others. We lived and expressed ourselves without a care of who we hurt. But I suppose that’s what it means to be young. It’s the only time in our lives where we can so carelessly disregard the feelings of others.

When everything is said and done, I must digress. For just as the sunset is followed by a night of stars, each of my actions will lead to a cascade of consequences.

I will let myself love, even if it must end in heartbreak.

The stars in the sky are lovely tonight. They shine a colour that isn’t quite blue, but isn’t grey either. It’s a beautiful balance that results in silver. They’re delicate - like dewdrops on a spider’s web and aglow like soft embers from a flame.

For hours, I laid in bed more awake than usual. No matter what I did, I couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness. It wasn’t because I was alone that I was lonely though. No… in my moment of vulnerability, what I craved wasn’t to be something other than alone, it was to have you here with me. I was lonely because I missed you.

I could easily fill the spot in my bed with someone else, but when I acknowledge that it only makes me want to be alone even more. When I realise I’m alone though, my heart begs for someone else to lay beside me. Thus, I lay trapped in a prison of my own making.

I miss you, Marcel. Some nights I miss you more than others, and tonight is one of those nights. I know I must sound pathetic, but you were always the person who loved me every time I woke up from my endless nightmare. We may have been nothing more than children, but the love you expressed was nothing short of brilliant.

You would always chase after me even if I didn’t want you to. You were always there to kiss my frostbitten hands and you were always there to comfort me on lonely nights.

Over and over again you were there for me, and now you’re no longer here at all.

I know I can manage without you, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I know I need to move on, but how can I possibly move on knowing how much you loved me? You loved me so much that it killed you.

No matter how many times I wish you didn’t have to die, it all goes to remind me how much you loved me. It reminds me of how I really, truly, loved you too.

Yours, sincerely, (Y/n) (L/n)

#marcel #marcel galliard #reader #marcel x reader #marcel galliard x reader #love letter #reminiscing #angst probably #cannon death but you probably knew that already

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riaki · 5 months

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i literally cant stop thinkin’ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die ‘til he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who it’s from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, you’ve slipped between the other’s fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.

soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it he’s gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but you’re minding your own business, ‘cause you’re mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you might’ve been and you think it’s unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough to realize it’s his girlfriend satoru’s flirting with while his ‘gang’ kick at the kid. and it’s sickening, but you don’t say anything when you walk by.

and when you don’t ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriend’s eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isn’t the boy who’d bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because he’s noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you don’t have any money left on you.

it’s a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you don’t have him anymore. on the other hand, you don’t have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but you’ve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you don’t know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless it’s to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.

but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.

he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.

and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.

that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.

but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready until— he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whispering— but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.

so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost because— didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.

and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to you— guilt.

he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him something— nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.

he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.

and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?

but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.

pt.2

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demigods-posts · 1 month

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as far as everyone was concerned. percy had a year left to live in tbotl. and i know that we didn't see what that like for him because it didn't matter plot-wise. but i would have loved to read it. give me percy who is hardly speaking up at the dinner table. half-asleep and behind on last week's homework. give me percy who is clearly losing the will to live and trudging around the apartment like he doesn't care where his feet takes him. give me percy who is sneaking out of the house and visiting montauk. sitting along the beachside shore. wondering why his only purpose in life is that of a soldier and not of a kid.

#always an angel never a god #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #pjo headcanon #percy jackson #percy jackson headcanon #percy jackson angst #i might need to to write this too ugh #fics i should probably write 👀

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bluegiragi · 2 months

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human.

early access + nsfw on patreon

more backstory that i wrote up for patreon heh:

Simon and Tommy had a complicated relationship as brothers.

At a young age, Simon basically wrote himself off as a lost cause, and did the best he could to make sure at least Tommy had a chance to be a functioning human being. After all, Tommy was the gentler brother, the dreamer, the one who looked like their mother (who'd walked out on them years ago to escape their father). But Tommy got bitter, got sick of the one always being protected, being babied. He lost respect for Simon, for the way he wouldn't fight back, and in a twisted way, grew closer to his father as a way to learn how to be powerful, strong. It backfired, and Tommy got wrapped up in some bad business.

Simon's kid brother died while he was deployed. He got the news in the letter, and it broke him in a big way. In the story timeline, it was years and years ago but it still hurts like hell whenever Simon thinks about him.

#cw: child abuse #i decided to do my own take on simon's backstory for this au #it has the same broad strokes as his canon one but at this point #i feel like ive earned the right to tweak canon #at least in this au hehe #baby simon <3 <3 <3 #he tried his best #the hc is that simon is the son who looks like his dad #and tommy was the son who looks like his mum #so theres more angst when u consider the way he probably thinks of it as the wrong son persisting #simon ghost riley #tommy riley #cod mw2 #monster 141 au #giragi art

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egophiliac · 4 months

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Please elaborate on your twst Pokémon headcannons I’m very interested

I had planned on drawing everyone for this (I made a LIST!) but it. hasn't been going well. 💀 soooo here's what I have so far!

Riddle - Roserade (I was going with 'no legendaries', otherwise I would've given him a Shaymin) (and I don't think Togedemaru is actually a hedgehog or I would've given him one of those too) (...they kind of do fit though. hmm.)

Trey - Alcremie (clover/mint cream + strawberry/ruby cream)

Cater - DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD!

Ace - Impidimp (I feel like there's probably a better one for him, but I can't think of it)

Deuce - Scraggy (meanwhile I KNOW deep in my heart that this is true)

Leona - Pyroar (but like. a nasty Pyroar. just a grizzly old Pyroar with the shittiest attitude imaginable. they pretend to hate each other but secretly they are a bonded pair, do not separate)

#art #twisted wonderland #pokemon #poketwst #i'm trying not to pressure myself too much art-wise right now #but i would like to do more of the characters!#(especially considering this started with my insistence that malleus would have a dragapult)#gotta draw something i don't immediately hate first ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ #ANYWAY enough art angst!#i'm not aiming for full teams or delving too deep into lore or anything #just one or two per character that i think fit!#i was pretty torn on leona for a while because pyroar is at once the obvious choice but also. not really?#(i did consider luxray and ultimately decided it doesn't really fit either)#but i kind of love Nasty Lionboy's Nasty Pyroar #i think there's probably some. like. ~royal tradition~ that they all bond with this one specific breeding line or whatever #and leona deliberately chose just the absolute worst one #took one look at this shitty rude pokemon and immediately went 'that one'#falena was like 'are...are you SURE' and leona cops an attitude like 'i'm choosing my OWN pokemon you're not my DAD'#as pyroar is actively attempting to eat him #actually it probably tried to eat kifaji first and that's when leona decided he liked it #me: this is just for funsies i'm not doing lore (writes a whole fanfic in the tags)

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miyuskye · 7 months

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Oda: draws a funny roger pic

one of his assistants probably: ok i'm gonna make this about shanks and buggy instead

#one piece #shuggy #op buggy #op shanks #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #shanks x buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #shanks one piece #buggy #shanks #or probably it's just oda throwing some shuggy into a reader request just for funsies #like he did with oden's flashback #I mean there was no need to throw in it all the shuggy angst AND YET

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wakkoroni · 6 months

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Batfam Incorrect Quotes/Scripts: pt 20!

Tim, getting ready for patrol: I bet you can’t go through the entire patrol walking on your hands

Dick: probably not… I can try though

Bruce, sighing: Tim, why would you do that? You know Dick can’t back down from a challenge

Tim, shrugging: things were getting boring around here. I had to spice things up somehow

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Throughout patrol

Riddler: Riddle me this- wtf are you doing?

Nightwing: 🤸‍♀️

#dick grayson #batfam #tim drake #bruce wayne #incorrect batfamily quotes #batsiblings #the vibe speaks #probably ooc #this could go the angst route and have dick almost fall off a building #incorrect dc quotes

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rendevok · 11 months

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“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023

day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4

#nmweek23 #narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #probably more accurate to say this is mnm? or nmn or whatever lol #so treat the ship name lightly and dont get mad when miles [redacted redacted redacted redacted] yknow?#i wouldnt spoil it wheres the fun in that ¬‿¬#fan art #fan comic #aa #rendevok #this is like. vaguely aa5 and on because i couldnt be assed to play those games yet #love their waistcoats tho YUM #also future warning i still suck at writing so if this is ooc! i’m sorry idk what im doing but i sure am doing it bb #i’ll update this post with links to the others as i post them! you’re in for about 30 pages so ♡ ♡ ♡ hope you have an appetite for sweets #(i say as if i didnt just post angst) IT WAS THE PROMPTS. THE PROMPTS MADE ME DO IT

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illegalspeeds · 4 months

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last words of a shooting star

#thinking about adam thinking about lawrence in that bathroom #first saw angst and probably not the last...#saw #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #chainshipping #saw 2004 #saw fanart

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tsty-brry · 4 months

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if life were a bit kinder (it would be an actual memory)

#to luo bingge #lookie here i love angst and tragedy but MAN #i stand with shen yuan HE DESERVES THR WORLD #my guy probably HOPED something like this would happen #the FRIENDSHIP ARC #HE GETS NO BREAKS #luo binghe #luo bingge #ning yingying #ming fan #svsss #scum villian self saving system #mxtx

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gia-batmm-crickle22 · 8 months

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"You are Weak."

"…"

"Am I, now?"

Also, I redesigned Thurfian ^^ I like him better this way :3

#star wars thrawn #star wars thurfian #star wars stuff #star wars content #star wars gacha #star wars videos #star wars #sw #videos #gacha #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #senior captain thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #thurfian #mitth'urf'ianico #star wars angst #angst probably #angst

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legobiwan · 1 year

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I was rolling around this post in my brain, considering the manhole cover-shield scene and I had this...thought about a fun, semi-angsty off-screen scenario after the general hullabaloo from Bowser's incursion into Brooklyn has calmed down.

We know from the movie that Mario is injured during the final fight with Bowser, that he had a plethora of cuts and nasty bruises that would need attention. We also know from the movie that Luigi, our unhinged king, picked up a metal manhole cover to block fire.

Basic science would tell us that this manhole cover likely reached some excruciating temperatures rather quickly, and that Luigi's gloves/outfit (which, considering their junked-up van), were probably not the highest quality. Meaning, I have a feeling our green hero might have accumulated a few burn injuries and, given what we know about his character, might have neglected to say anything about this.

Anyway, cue Mario and Luigi getting ready for bed after the whole crazy day, and Luigi, who is so tired he isn't even thinking about what he's doing at this point, absently changing into his sleeping shirt. That's when Mario notices the burn marks. That's when Mario freaks out like the highly protective older brother he is.

#hello there #super mario brothers movie spoilers #luigi #mario #i would write this but i have two other projects right now that i NEED to finish #so enjoy this little headcanon #(yes yes i know the superstar would probably cure many ills but let me have my angst)#(super angst level: burn marks make another appearance in spm as that's how dimentio offed the whole cast - luigi twice. There is...)#(...fertile angst soil to till here)#luigi brain rot

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tubbytarchia · 2 months

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gg buddy am I right (ethubs doodle that I don't know what to do with)

#ethubs #Ive wanted to draw ethubs angst for so many days but art block is still hitting hard and this thing has been sitting around for awhile #hey ethubers how did you. survive #last life ethubs upsets me so much make it end #The way after Bdubs dies Etho is trying to justify to himself not having given him a life to begin with rather than #telling him to prove himself #its like he expects the others who are with him to comment on it but they dont. Etho's all "I couldn't have just given it to him you know..#without them asking about it or anything. And Etho just keeps going. god damn it Etho I feel so bad for them #dont even get me started on what Bdubs said to G about Etho grrrr GRRRR I saw that for the first time not long ago GRRRRRR #I still wanna draw proper ethubs though. someday #also the damage to Bdubs' face is supposed to be from the rocket Lizzie shot #does it make sense? No probably not but its an excuse to make him look more dead #tubby art

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polubrony · 1 month

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Yo, sup guys

Here some Chaggie angst for ya all

Usually I post several (three, the answer is three) pics with them in one batch, but this one is too different in tone with the other ones in works so I decided to post it separately I guess

Actually, there is a question - should I post the sketches one at a time, but more often, or as I was doing, but well, a bit rarer? Personally I prefer in batches I guess, but idk

P S

Kinda lost a bit of motivation to draw outside of work these past two weeks (if you don't count the rough sketches, but even those were kinda here and there (I post those in my telegram channel), besides the weeks themselves were VERY busy, so yeah

I hope the posting will be a little bit more regular, but can't promise anything

ANYWAY, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR ALL THE TRACTION MY CHAGGIE ART GOT, I JUST

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*dies*

#digital art #art #drawing #hazbin hotel #sketch #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #chaggie #love me some angst #charlie is about to murder someone #vaggie is fine thought #probably...#polubrony art

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notsosmug87 · 13 days

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“The love of my life could never forget me.”

GIRL HES GONNA BREAK YOUR SPINE, KILL YOUR BROTHER AND GIVE YOU ALL MORE TRAUMA. SMARTEN UP 😭

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