#/pos i love angst

[aceofspades-sml]

Yess!!!! They feel so guilty they didn't get him sooner. Is he ever gonna be OK again?

Oh she definitely would! Medda trying to soothe this boy who's like a son to her and her heart breaking watching him watching all the frazzled newsies.

Race breaking in spots arms. Absolutely devasted. Spot trying so hard to comfort him. Worried about him and about Jack.

David just silently sobbing into his hands at a loss. How can they fix this.

Specs albert finch and the other older newsies trying not to break themselves

Keep it together. You can't show emotions right now. If you let your guard down you won't be able to function and that's not acceptable.

They hold the younger newsies and each other.

Crutchie watches with sad haunted eyes. His brother's had been hurt so much by the world. The weight of his emotions and everyone elses threaten to drown him

Skittery remembers all the times Jack had held them comforted them and he feels like such a failure for failing to be to provide the same.

Blink hugs mush tightly twisting his hands in the fabric because he doesn't know what else to do where to put his hands. He wants to scream to fight someone to make someone pay for this. To make Jack aware of them to bring their jsck back but he can't do any of that and he hates this feeling. Mush has always been his rock his grounding point and if nothing more at least mush will keep him afloat and hopefully he keeps sweet optimistic mush afloat too. He cant imagine what he'd do if someone broke mush.

SOBS I LOVE IT

I wanna. Give them all a hug. They deserve to feel happy and safe and loved

[sunny-knight]

“Don’t… don’t tell him you think dingbat fonts are cool.”

AUGH @forgettable-au fanart :3 been on another roll with it (in agony constantly)

theres some untranslated wingdings cause i love translating it myself, hope others do too :D

not confident on how “canon” or in-character this is but- I HAD FUN this AU has really got me in the rendering spirit, I really enjoy taking inspiration but also adding mu own silly twists on it and AAA everything looks even more tasty now

I view this as them in New Home after getting something to eat (after the last page update) and heading back the same way since Alphys’ place is on the way to The Lab. The font convo comes back up again and then yeah

Alsoooo if youre interested in behind the scenes stuff heres the speedpaint :3

also i never poster about this- but i had another forgettable dream. it didn’t make any godamn sense. I woke up and drew the only scene I could remember:

Wingdings and Sans had a fight and ig wingdings killed Sans 😭😭😭 in a stairwell for some reason

and current Sans, Papyrus brother Sans, is like watching all of this and was brought here by Lancer like a Ghost Of Christmas Past type situation. Idk why. I choose not to attempt to make sense of this anymore. But i swear this is an actual dream i had 😭

[rouwaa143]

if you stare directly at reality, you'll end up going blind!

so, do it in moderation (^^♪

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fanart for this video

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

Adding to the fusion AU, while Pure Vanilla had already gained his own identity and a new life, Shadow Milk didn't and still feel empty without Pv for many years? (I just like angst with Sm Lately sorry)

👀 oooo... that's so big brained./pos

this is probably just a submission but I wrote a bit of a prompt anyways

Submitted Prompts #7 / Request Prompt #15 - 💔

Ever since the Witches had sealed them all away ever so long ago, Shadow Milk Cookie had felt... Empty, It was as if something had been taken from him, yet none of the others felt this. Sure, they felt weakened due to the seal's effects, but not like they'd been torn open and robbed of their insides. So, he came to a simple conclusion. The Witches had to have stolen something from him, he just knew it. But what? There was also the fact of when the others messed up his name for some reason, it was Shadow Milk Cookie, not Vanilla Milk Cookie. It was weird, this whole thing was weird and it annoyed him. His virtue had been knowledge, so why was he so suddenly left in the dark? He hated it. There was also... that phrase... " Re-bake the Halves!" He didn't know what it meant, or why it lingered in his mind. Was it the key to this mystery behind the empty feeling lingering in him? Or was it something else entirely? He didn't know the answer to that either. Shadow Milk Cookie did not like not knowing things. But then the day came where the seal was broken, and he could finally escape that blasted tree. That was the day everything clicked into place, why this feeling of emptiness haunted him for years, what the Witches had taken from him. He'd been split in half, and his other half just delivered himself right to his hypothetical front door.

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

way to rip my fucking heart out. ow.

[trix-in-a-box]

Guys i love them so much. I just want them to go on silly little dates and i just want them to be happy together is that too much to ask

i originally drew this on paper so here’s that one :)

[whereismyhat5678]

@gongustheawsome01

I said I was gonna do it. I said I was gonna do it. I said I was-😵‍💫😵‍💫⏱️⏱️

Wait- oh what happened?…Why was I- OH LORD-

How did this depressed looking Gustavo get in my-

….

(Tw:….Self….harm..? Yeah that’s self harm, he’s pulling his hair out)

Evil Peppino REALLY fucked him up….

Evil Peppino when I catch you 🧍‍♀️🔪

[befuddled-calico-whump]

more characters who are technically from T$$ (lore under the cut)

So Lis/Lisbet (more commonly known as "Lu", her codename) was one of Vic's first victims when he started working on his own. At the time, Lu was a secretary at a law firm. Unbeknownst to her, her bosses owed money to a local mob boss, and Vic was hired to "apply pressure". By pure coincidence, Lu was the unlucky target. Her torture was recorded and sent to the firm, and it was roughly three weeks before the money was coughed up and she was released.

Her captivity resulted in the loss of her right hand and most of her left leg, and a pregnancy. With Lu not being in a healthy emotional or mental place, the baby was raised by Lu's sister and her husband. Meanwhile, Lu decided she was sick of feeling like a victim and began devoting her time to training, getting physically stronger, and hunting down Victor Shepard.

While her family was very supportive for the first few years of her recovery, most of them were horrified by her desire for revenge. Despite being raised in a close-knit Catholic family and being religious herself, Lu quickly became disgusted at her family's urging to forgive Vic and move on. The only relative who didn't shy away was her cousin Adrien (also known by his codename, "Uriel")

The two were close as children, and Adrien wanted revenge for Lu as much as she did. He not only listened to Lu's violent fantasies, but encouraged them, offering ideas of his own. As a former Marine, he had training to back him up, and helped Lu on her own journey, swiftly becoming her second in command and the most trusted person in her life.

Through the years, Lu tried to maintain routine visitation with her child, but the visits always felt strained, and gradually her goal took over and she came over less and less.

Years later, Lu's son (then going by Leo) sought her out. His aunt had warned him that Lu was going down a dark path, but he was desperate to form some kind of connection with her. He knew the basics of what had happened to his mother, but at her own request, he'd always been told that his father had passed away before his birth. Lu welcomed him aboard, finding it easier to foster a connection when he could be viewed as a soldier and not her son. When he came of age, she welcomed him into her group officially, granting him the codename Gabriel.

Though Vic is her target, Lu and her angels also chase after people like him, capturing and killing them in the name of avenging those who have been lost or had their lives destroyed.

In canon, Lu briefly captures Vic, but he escapes before she can do any real damage. However, in this AU, she manages to contain him, and gets the revenge she's sought for so long.

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

*kelsey grammar voice* Hope those crazy kids can make it work!

[infernaltenor]

simple rule

[rainyraisin]

@cupcakeslushie 's Sep!au is super cool!!! And I literally adore Three with all my soul he is so freaking amazing!!! So what did I do?

Comic.

(Words underneath each panel, I gen forgot my handwriting is awful, apologies!)

"Donnie, you have to stop hanging out with the purple dragons."

"Why? We're frien-"

"No, you're not! They're using you!"

"What would they have to use?! Come on, April!"

"You're searching for something that isn't even there just to get mad at me!"

"No, *you* come on!"

"I care about you, Dee. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"No, you only pretend to care cause one tries to!"

"Look, I get it. You hate me, and... I hate you too. We don't have to be anything more than that."

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I had to cut it down a bit to make sure it was only ten panels but I hope you still like it!!! I tried to keep it as true to the characters as possible. I really wanted to include Three's hallucinations in there somewhere but with the limited amount of panels I didn't get the chance. I hope to draw something related to that in the future!

I dont remember if this has been stated or if this was a hc but I honestly feel like even though Three is grateful to be apart of a family, given his faint memories of Draxum actually giving a crap about him prior to being affected with emperium, he'd be afraid that they don't actually care and they're going to rip it all away from him. Also I remember it being said that Three kinda tests the boundaries of their patience to see if that's going to happen? So that plus the purple dragons ask kinda culminated in this! Along with the idea that part of the reason Donnie doesn't get along with April is because since she argues back, she must hate him, so if she hates him then why shouldn't he hate her back? He doesn't see that she's trying to have a (platonic) relationship with him. Also I feel like he totally distances himself from her so what happened to Tim doesn't happen to her cause he knows his brothers care about her and they're already doing enough for him, he can't be even more of a burden to them. (This is all hcs ofc!!)

Also completely unrelated but hc that Three had paint all over his hand and touched the back of his mask but didn't realise and had that stain on there for months until somebody pointed it out to him-

[pink-tk-a-latte]

WE ARE WINNING SO HARD

[spinnysocks]

TRICK OR TREAT !!!!!!!!

YIPPEE!!! have a wolfquest oc thing :]

Blackwell closed her eyes, contently wrapped around her five little pups. She could feel her mate's fur against hers where their backs touched, the soft rise and fall of his body comforting. Sleep was quick after a long day of reinforcing territory.

In her deepest dreams, Blackwell saw the stars shimmer before her. They were so close, as if they had come down from the sky to greet her, yet so far away. The space around her was painted the darkest of nights; nothing was distinguishable but the stars, until shapes began to appear around them. First, a wolf just like her. And another. Pups appeared. Many of them. Then, as if the moon had cast its light over some shady moor, dozens of shapes were in front of her. Bison, mule deer, moose, pronghorn and, of course, elk. Young, elders and those in the prime of their life. Eagles soared — golden and bald. Figures of coyotes howled into the night. Foxes trotted. Cougars crept. Bears stood on their hind legs. Cubs stayed close behind their mothers. Hares scattered, looking like the stars themselves with their pure-white winter coats. Beavers carried their branch loads between their teeth. Every creature of the land was laid before the black wolf's very eyes. She stared at the first wolf and herself stared back. This different her had stars in her eyes, a youthful look long forgotten by Blackwell's current self. In that moment, she could feel her age; her legs were bony, her muzzle was grey and her vision was beginning to dim. The stars were telling her — your time is up.

Blackwell did not expect to wake up. One of her pups licked her muzzle and she opened her eyes. The pup was prancing in place, whining and begging for food — but the adult wolf had no more to regurgitate for her. Even if her world was going dark, she had a family to look after that couldn't go on without her. Blackwell glanced at her mate. Sentry was up and playing with his pups, playbowing as an invitation to chase and running from them. When they begged him for food, he had no more in his reserves either. Blackwell stood. Her time wasn't up just yet.

Hunting an elk and chasing away a bear had gone faster than she expected. Albeit, they woke up in the night and it was almost dawn now, but the old wolf couldn't feel the time passing anymore. Newly-named Dahlia looked at her mother and Blackwell looked back before grinning at her little pup. It was time to say goodbye. She licked Dahlia's face submissively and cuddled her larger body up next to her, the pup whining in delight. Blackwell did the same for Almond, Jupiter, Sentinel and Glacier. They all wagged their tails at her, innocently unaware of how their lives were going to change. Blackwell chose not to worry as she approached her mate, wagging her tail low. Sentry immediately picked up on her lack of confidence and licked her face, nuzzling against her. They stayed that way for a few moments before Blackwell pulled away; her mate didn't understand either, he was too young to see wolves go from old age. She gave him a final lick before trotting away from her den, her family, her life. Sentry watched her retreating form, blinded by the rising sun — he must've known she'd be okay alone.

The black wolf followed the sunrise until it led her to a field, filled to the brim with spring's colourful flowers. Blackwell found herself sinking easily into the soft grass as she laid down. Instantly, her life came before her in her mind. She remembered Ranger, her first mate, and she remembered their first litter of pups. Grief pooled into her heart again as she thought about how many of them were in the stars before her — none were gone from illness or disease, rather brutally lost their precious lives in a battle or a hunt while raising their own litters. Mouse and Stag weren't even granted pups of their own. The only one to survive to four years was Everest, but even she had so many troubles that she couldn't bare to have more pups than her first litter. At least she was still alive with her mate, somewhere out there. At least her pups weren't left with only one parent. Blackwell prayed that her grandpups were safe, that maybe she'd greet them with wagging tails and licking muzzles if they had already travelled to the stars. She pushed past the thoughts of her first litter — she couldn't grieve over them and them only when she had five more. Many of her later pups didn't even make it to summer. And yet, the seasons kept moving every time she lost. She kept surviving, even when Ranger did not wake up from his sleep. She kept moving, even when grief swallowed any affection she could have for her new mate whole. She kept living, till she learned to love what she had here and now. A sixth litter — something most wolves could only dream of. A blessing. A piece of joy, just like when her litter before that accepted Sentry as their new father. When she could finally open up her heart again and allow the love of her family to flow in. That was life to her.

The sun rose higher but her vision grew darker. Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed. She closed her eyes and she was not afraid. She was peaceful, happy and glad to live such a life.

i just. wrote all of this in one sitting o7

[caelanglang]

This is me outside your window begging you not to abandon Akai or in general ao3 out of fear of me—

I swear it is not all depressive as shit there’s ACTUALLY joy somewhere in there i am capable of writing joy I swear I swear

ito. dude. my brother in tumblr.

Allow me to walk you down my Akai journey. Sorry if it's gonna be a long read.

So. Months ago, after experiencing one of the most magical and adventurous Ao3 fic that is mvo, I saw your alta au sketch. I remember vibrating with so much excitement as I reblogged it. When you dropped the first chapter in Ao3, I ran—no, I sprinted. I've never opened a link with so much speed and excitement like that moment. Then i read the tags. Because last time I trusted an author (hi Ellie) with so much skill in storytelling and blindly jumped over the tags to read their skk fic, I was left with so much devastation and pain over how good it was (I missed the death tags) And I saw it.

"childhood friends to lovers to then enemies to lovers again, let's get this straight they both die okay?"

ITO. Do you understand the emotions I went through when I read those two tags??? I WAS SO HAPPY THEN SO SAD. ITO. I even messaged my friend about it. Which is in itself not a common thing for me to do.

ALAS. I DECIDED. OKAY I'LL READ IT. I KNOW WHAT'S COMING. I'M STRONG ENOUGH FOR THIS.

It was like mdzs all over again bro. Me, falling in love with the characters in the flashbacks. Me being devastated over shijie's death. no.

BUT THEN. You wrote them with so much life???? I could feel their blood running and pumping with so much vitality through the words—in the way you wrote them with so much color. That mattered so much to me. They were so young. The war felt so close yet so far. THEY WERE SO YOUNG. I knew what was coming. But with the way how you wrote them. I couldn't help but feel so attached. Just like the way how you wrote them being so captivated by each other. I was so captivated by them. Then the fear finally caught up. THEY'RE GONNA DIE. IN A WAR. And i'm telling you. ANGST IS OKAY WITH ME BUT WAR ANGST JUST HITS SO DIFFERENT. WAR ANGST WAS ALSO THE REASON I STOPPED READING TGCF. So yes. I froze time and stopped reading when they were young and as happy as they could possibly be in that damned war and timeline.

okay enough dramatics i'm sorry for making you read this much. I just wanted you to know I will inevitably fall in love with your words and storytelling. And i know i will be devastated. I'm not your strongest soldier.

but okay. i'll read it again. we rebuild homes in forgotten battlefields after all... i'll gather my guts again... orz thank you for writing such a wonderful fic (i will give thanks before i start screaming at you once i'm done)

[funkyyylizard]

i want to. read. non-nsfw neuvithesley fanfics but. im afraid. of fluff and just. sappy things bc. i ache. i get overwhelmed with. affection for these two. i end up bawling my eyes out even if it isn't angst [with no happy ending] [which i actively avoid] because they are so...

neuvithesley makes me ill /pos

[nutklcker]

I'm thinkin abt Anno rn and like

Imagine loving a Masked (romantically, platonically, or otherwise)

Wether you're an employee or a monster or whatever, you have a lovely little masked by your side all the time, and you collect scrap or hunt or just exist until eventually their body starts to deteriorate

And as a person, an organic thingy, you think it's dying and you mourn and spend your last days together, until eventually, one day, they stop moving

And then a few days later you notice the mask has fallen off, and you bring it with you as a keepsake, holding it with you for days, or weeks, or months, or maybe even years. Before eventually you just can't help it, you need to feel them, to see them, to hear them, to smell them, and you just need to be close to them again, and you bring the mask up to your face, it potentially fitting around your features perfectly, and it's like you feel them and see them and smell them again.

And then you feel their consciousness, and from her either can go two ways

Drunk on love and the grief of potentially reconnecting, you can't bring yourself to move the mask away, it feels like they're right there with you, you need to stay like this, because they feel so close. And eventually, the mask connects. And you can hear them and feel them and smell them again, but they're not there, they are but it's because they're within you. You share the same skin, you look with the same eyes and touch with the same hands, and you're perfectly together, whole once again, but in a new way that can never separate you two ever again. (*)

Or, the other option, you manage to pull the mask away, connecting the dots on what's happening, and you realize if you can just find a host you can have your lovely Masked back. So you spend time, maybe you hunt down a different Masked to use their body, maybe you go for the first humanoid thing you see like an employee or a Bracken, or maybe you are an employee and you send out a request for a new employee, recognizing you're dooming some newbie to death but coming to terms with that fate of theirs in order to have your loved one once again

And, there's a third option that's quite a but angsty beneath the cut

(*) Or, depending on your interpretation or wishes for how the masks work in this scenario, maybe once the make takes hold YOU die. And your poor Masked returns, recognizing this smell, these hands, this voice, and it's yours, but you're gone. And you've left them there, in your body, your decaying body. You had their mask, and their mask was basically immortal. But now? For them? You're gone, and the only physical remnant of you is theirs now, and because of the way their life works, that remnant is decaying, rotting, and eventually turning to dust. And once again they'll just be a mask, slowly falling off a body, waiting for someone to put it on.