#ANGSSSSTTTTT

[hephaestn]

Alexander and Hephaestion in Episode 6: A World Still to Conquer

Alexander: The Making of a God (Netflix, 2024)

[commence-screaming]

Random MasterGuide (Dallas/Bain) AU? Random MasterGuide AU. Part 1.

Bain had lost his composure only once before - when his eye was taken, because that was a lifelong debilitation he could have done without - and he was close to losing it again there and then. The only indication he even acknowledged what was going on was the slight tightening of his fingertips, curled around the end of the armrests of the chair he was strapped into.

The Murkies - Kento, and another senior commander he'd neglected to learn the name of - pushed a rumpled, bloodied Dallas to the floor in front of him. To his horror Dallas let it happen, groaning as he smacked into the unforgiving concrete.

This was not good.

The Dentist kept them waiting, like he always did. The man was well-versed in psychological warfare - he knew that anticipation and dread were a low-effort, effective way to further torment his prisoners. So he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing directly into the camera pointing directly at the scene inside the cell - away from where Bain sat helplessly in his chair, with Dallas curled slightly into himself on the ground.

"What a wonderful day for a reunion," The Dentist turned to face them at last. He paused to peer at Dallas' prone figure, impressed that he had the wherewithal to not try and attack - he had enough sense to know that, at least.

When his eyes flicked up to meet Bain's single remaining eye, the sight of the man's practised neutrality made his lip curl.

"I have a proposition for you," he sneered, letting his anger subside and coalesce into something calculated and all-knowing - he knew exactly how the next five minutes were going to pan out, and that knowledge was utterly delicious to him.

"I will release both of you from this place. I"ll even have someone clean both your wounds before you leave. You will leave here in excellent health."

Both men knew there was an as-of-yet unspoken 'but' - they were just waiting for it. It didn't make sense to drag Dallas all the way here, to have him see Bain's face just to let them go. No, there was something more to this.

Bain was, for the moment however, distracted.

He tried as surreptitiously as he knew how to crane his neck, wanting a glimpse at the man still sprawled near his feet. As luck would have it, Dallas turned just enough so Bain could see his face - even luckier was how he swallowed down the wince that threatened to escape from his throat at the sight of him.

What was once a charmingly handsome face was streaked with blood. Bruises the colour of violence itself bloomed on his temple and brow bone. Clumps of hair had glued themselves to his forehead, held in place by the blood drying there. His eyes had the fuzzy look of someone teetering on the brink of concussion - but they sharpened when they made eye contact with Bain. Bain said nothing, watching as Dallas' eyes - somehow unblemished despite the fight he'd obviously put up - took him in.

He knew he looked a complete mess. His hair was lank, in places a knotted mess. The wound indicating where his eye had once been was weeping, wouldn't stop weeping, his body too weakened and malnourished to heal properly - Bain could feel how the dressing covering it was stiff and putrid with bodily fluids.

It was not, by all accounts, how he had hoped they'd meet.

[harlowhockeystick]

CRASHING REALIZATION THAT HIS DAUGHTER IS NERVOUS AROUND HIM

HES KEPT UP ALL NIGHT STARING AT HIS CEILING WITH THR KNOWLEDGE THAT HIS MOM DOESNT KNOW SHE HAS GRANDKIDS- SOMETHING SHES BEEN WAITING ON FOREVER

ILL EVEN GIVE YOU FUNERAL AND NATE HAS SOME WEIRD INTRUSIVE THOUGHT ABOUT HOW THE ONLY PERSON HE WANTS TO HUG IS CLAIRE

HELL, ILL CUT YOU SOME SLACK IN ABUSIVE CURRENT BF (not to Claire, you monster) AND NATE CANT STAND THE THOUGHT OF PUTTING EITHER OF THEM THROUGH THAT

YOU CANT ALMOST KILL THE POOR GIRL BEFORE SHES IN KINDERGARTEN

-💍

That was.... aggressive

YES!!! YES!!!!! THIS IS ANGSSSSTTTTT AT ITS FINESTTTTTTTT

[lilacartsmadsion]

I feel it would get to the point where

the curse would begin to take a real big toll on him, even so that he would have short outbursts where he would lose control of himself, and it was still, excruciatingly painful. And he is so fucking afraid himself. He sees himself as a monster..A monster incapable of remorse, only able to feel nothing but rage. So most of the time..even if he became the slightest bit worked up, even if he wasn’t actually going to lose control, he would chain himself to the wall until he `calmed down`, even if he found that he was perfectly calm.

Angssssttttt

[toydreamer]

If only we could turn back time <3

Andddd the mchanzo makes a cameo for this AU. XD Hanz suck at coming up with names & Jesse jus can’t pronounce the names without butchering them. and they are both big softies towards kids. X’D This takes place after post recall and Winston did it again for god knows whatsoever reason is the backstory plot. ;) Finally got to wrap this up! Big kudos to the lovely @acaranna​ for presenting me with the most adorableee idea of the dads playing with the noodle dragons! Sorry it took me a while, sweet! I hadta give it a small mini (angst) story plot as well! >:3  Like I can resist: cute + angst. Evil Cackles

I actually drew the babies sketches first before I consider placing them into the comic. I kept re-running the flow over and over in ma head. I like telling stories but can never place them properly for the life of me. >w< 

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Reader pronouns: unspecified A/N: ANGSSSSTTTTT “Ya can’t ask me to do this!” he argued vehemently, tears burning in his blue eyes. “Daryl, they’re coming. Just go! There’s nothing you can do for me, so go!”  “Nah, I ain’t leavin’ ya alone out here!” he roared back. You could hear the sound of vehicles and faint whistling coming closer as the Saviors approached. When you turned back to look at him, you had tears streaming down your face. “Just go!” you yelled, pushing him hard in the chest. “I will not turn into one of those monsters! I’m bit, but at least this way I can go out for something! Just let me do this! Let the last thing I do on this planet be saving you! Now go!” Daryl felt like he was shattering to pieces inside as he looked at you. His lower lip quivered as the realization settled over him that you were right—there was nothing he could do for you. He clasped your face in his hands and kissed you, the way he had always wanted to. “How am I gonna go on without ya?” he asked, his voice shaky and thick with gravel and emotion. “You just will. You have to. Now, go.” He took one last look at you, wanting nothing more than to just fall to pieces right there, but he turned and hurried through the thick forest cover. He’d gone barely a hundred yards when he heard a barrage of gunfire behind him, and then sudden silence. His stomach twisted sickeningly and his heart felt like it was just... gone... Prompt: “You can’t ask me to do this.”

[vicetaes]

Oh noo why do i feel this "seduction" plan is going to end badly???? After outcast i dont trust anythingggg and my gut is telling 2 fluff chapters together cancel each.other and the next one is angssssttttt

oh don’t worry! unless jimin accidentally reads the signs wrong then it can’t end badly! outcast has completely ruined me too so I understand the panic, you can’t trust anyone in this place

[minijenn]

What's the Timestuck AU?

Its basically an AU where, through whatever reasons, the twins somehow get their hands on one of those time traveling tape dispenses, and (at least in my favorite versions of it) it ends up breaking on both of them, sending them both 30 years into the past but to wildly different locations. So Mabel ends up coming across a younger Stan during his drifting days while Dipper finds himself encountering younger Ford who’s steeped in deep paranoia after Bill’s betrayal and the crux is the twins trying to reunite and get back to the present without changing too much of the past imo I fuckin love it so much cause parallels and ANGSSSSTTTTT

[kitty-av]

Hello??? This is illegal??? You murdered me with angst, my ghost is currently going nuts, please write more my good sir/ma'am/enby pal •^•

A Monster

Warning: character death

He was jolted awake with pain. It seared through his entire being, like he was being stabbed, ripped apart, like a part of him was being broken away, then it stopped. He fell to the floor hard, like he was tossed. He heard metal clanging against the concrete, then silence. 

“It worked.”

He could hear loud sobbing. Was he crying? He opened his eyes, but everything was blurry.

“I can’t believe it, it worked. You’re free now, you don’t have to be burdened with that guilt and sorrow.”

“Vlad?” He croaked. The man grabbed his hand and pulled him up into a hug.

“It’s okay Daniel, you won’t have to feel that pain anymore. I found a solution, everything will be okay.” Something was horribly wrong. He felt like he was panicking, hyperventilating, but his breathing was too slow. It didn’t even feel like he was actually breathing, just filling his throat with air and forcing it out. His legs felt like they could fall apart at any time, like there wasn’t any sort of structure to his body, like he wasn’t real. Vlad waited a couple more seconds before releasing him from the hug and putting his hands on his shoulders.

“I’m so glad it worked.”

 Danny just stared ahead, he didn’t know what else to do. The sobs turned into choking sounds followed by wet splats, Vlad cursed and led him over to a bench to sit on before quickly moving away. The choking slowly died out to ragged breathing, then nothing.

He sat on the bench, his vision slowly coming back, and the lingering pain fading away. He remembered bits and pieces, he was in Vlad’s lab. Vlad had asked him to help with an experiment as a way to take his mind off things. He didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to make Vlad upset. So he obeyed.

He looked around, the lab was darker than before, Vlad was standing in front of some sort of table. He stood up and started to walk towards Vlad, something was wrong and he needed to know what was going on. 

As he approached the table the feeling of wrongness grew. He wanted to run away, but he kept walking forward until he could see what was there, then he froze.

“Daniel, I can explain.” Danny stepped back, he needed to get away. 

“Is that a clone? Did you kill him?” he almost didn’t recognize his own voice. It was soft and strained, like he was afraid to speak.

“No it’s not a clone.” Vlad kept his voice eerily calm. It was unnatural, almost emotionless.

“Then who is it?” Danny unwillingly looked back to the corpse on the table. It was turned to its side, facing him. A line of red human blood trailed from its lips into a pool on the table and its eyes stared straight forward, right into his.

“It’s you.”

Danny’s thoughts froze. He locked eyes with Vlad, searching for any evidence that he was lying, but found nothing. “What?”

Vlad’s face softened. “Dear boy, you were so upset, you were blaming yourself, you were depressed, you didn’t want to live anymore-”

“So you killed me?” his voice cracked and his eyes started to water. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be true.

“I saved you!” Vlad yelled angrily, “All of this was to protect you! If I hadn’t done it, you would have destroyed yourself!”

Danny looked back towards the corpse on the table. He was dead. He was really dead. Tears started streaming from his face and he failed to hold back sobs.   

Vlad’s face softened and he stepped towards Danny. “Now don’t be like that dear boy, it’ll all be alright, I’m here for you.” He opened up his arms, walking towards Danny as if to hug him.

Danny grabbed the first thing he could off the ground and brandished it as a weapon against Vlad.

“Don’t come any closer, get away from me!”

Vlad hesitated, looking down at the weapon in his hands, before cautiously stepping forward, just out of arm's reach.

“Daniel, I know this must be jarring, and I promise you, I did not intend for you to perish, but sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greatest outcome. Everything will be okay now.”

Danny saw red, he charged forward, stabbing Vlad and tearing the weapon through him. Vlad fell to the ground, weak, but instead of any wound appearing, a wispy red eyed figure was forced out of his body. The figure locked eyes with Danny. It felt wrong, unnatural, unnerving, predatory. Danny took a step back, he wanted to disappear, to fly, to sink through the floor, anything to get away from this thing, but his core was frozen in fear. 

He ran.

The second he started running, the thing began its pursuit. He bolted for the laboratory stairs and tried to open the door, it was locked, he was cornered, he dropped to the floor and curled himself into a ball, maybe it wouldn’t see him if he made himself look small. He knew it wouldn’t work, but he couldn’t do anything else. 

The thing appeared at the bottom of the stairs. It locked eyes with him again and he was frozen. He couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to. He could only see those eyes. He felt so small, like a mouse on a glue trap with a cat in sight. Then it surged forward. It engulfed him completely, he felt like he was drowning in acid, like his core was being stripped away, piece by piece. He struggled for freedom, tried to claw his way out, but it was no use. Everything faded to black.

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He slowly faded out of unconsciousness to movement. Something was carrying him. Usually, being carried like this felt all enveloping, secure, and comforting, but this was different. The arms supporting him were too thin, the movement was too irregular, and it didn’t feel warm and safe like it usually did. Something was wrong. 

He forced himself to open his eyes. He was in Vlad’s lab, Vlad was carrying him towards a table, then he remembered what had happened.

He struggled against Vlad’s grip, he needed to get away, he needed to escape. He started kicking and screaming, fighting with everything he had. Vlad slipped and fell, and he ran to the only place he could, the portal. Vlad was getting up, he needed to hurry, he put in the code for the portal, Vlad was on his feet, the portal started to open, Vlad was limping towards him, he bolted through the portal door, Vlad reached his hand out to the portal, the portal closed. He was safe. _________

He drifted through the Ghost Zone with no destination in mind. He didn’t have anywhere to go, anyone to turn to. He wanted so badly for someone to comfort him, but at the same time he needed time alone to process everything.

It was all new and different, his chest felt unnaturally still and quiet, like someone had frozen him in time, his lungs felt like they were constantly aching, even though filling them with oxygen did nothing, and he was so cold. He had never felt this cold before, even when he was—

Who was he? He felt more like Danny than Vlad, But he didn’t really feel like either. He felt like he had been around for years, but he only just began existence. He had memories going back over four decades, memories of his childhood, of family, friends, but they weren’t really his. So why did he miss them? He missed a life that he had never had, he mourned for people he never knew, this was all so confusing, but he couldn’t stop it. His head was screaming at him that everything was his fault, that he killed his family, that he killed his friends, that he killed himself, that he was a monster, but it wasn’t him. None of it was him.

He felt like an imposter. Like he had just stolen the lives, or afterlives of two different people who, though he knew everything about them, he didn’t know them. He never got the chance to know Danny, and he was too scared to know Vlad. He wondered if he could have been friends with either of them. If he had gone back in time and met them before, would they like him? Would Sam and Tucker? Or Jazz or Jack and Maddie? Maybe he could have had a family, friends, siblings, he knew he couldn’t now. Danny, Maddie, Sam, Jazz, Jack, Tucker, they were all dead. And if he saw Vlad again, he would probably rip him apart to get his powers back. Maybe that would be best. At least then, Danny would still be around. He wouldn’t be stealing someone else's afterlife.

Eventually he found an island. It had dense forest, varied vegetation, and felt natural to the realms rather than created to be a lair. He floated down to the island and searched for shelter. There wasn’t much, there were trees, but that was too out in the open for comfort. And any animal dens he could find were either occupied, or way too small. 

After a couple hours of searching he found a cave. It was perfect. Difficult to locate, dry, and empty of any other ghosts. He would be safe here until he decided on what to do next. 

He could search for his lair, but he wasn’t sure that he even had one. His coming into existence was an unconventional one, would the realms even recognize him as one of their inhabitants? Or would he be regarded as an intruder? An abomination, a monster, a fake. He felt like one.

He could ask his allies for help, but they weren’t really his allies, were they. He wasn’t Danny, and he wasn’t Vlad. Danny’s allies would probably hate him for existing, and Vlad’s allies would probably attack him for his weakness.

He could go back to Amity. Tell them what Vlad had done, help Valerie protect everyone from the ghosts, but he’d have to go through Vlad’s portal. And he was a ghost, they’d never believe him about Vlad. Maybe he should just stay in this cave forever and rot away.

He propped himself up against the cave wall, curled up into a ball, and tried to stop thinking about everything, to forget about Amity, about Vlad, about Danny, or the Fentons or Sam and Tucker. About any of the ghosts or humans, about himself. Tried to forget everything that had happened within the past year and just rest. But of course, like always there was something stopping him.

“Cujo, leave me alone.” The puppy had somehow found him, and was pawing at his leg, begging for something. He tried to shoo him away, but Cujo stubbornly stayed

“Cujo, I’m serious, I don’t want to play.” Cujo started nudging his foot, Barking for attention.

“Stop it Cujo!” The barking just got louder and louder, he tried to cover his ears but it was inescapable.

“Go away!” He kicked the dog away from him, but he just came back, barking angrily and biting his foot. He just wanted to rest for a while without anyone bothering him, he just wanted some time to himself, he just wanted to be left alone, but the barking was too much, he wanted it to stop, for everything to stop. He grabbed it and threw it against the wall as hard as he could. The noise stopped, everything was quiet again.

He calmed down, had he been hyperventilating? And looked around. He froze, horror seeped into his core, he slowly stood up and walked to the cave wall opposite of him.

“Cujo?”

No response. He picked up the dog, he was limp. Ectoplasm was dripping out of the side of his head and his fur was turning gooey.

“Cujo, please, please wake up,” He begged, tears streaming down his face.

But the corpse didn’t answer. A line of green ectoplasmic blood trailed from its mouth into a pool on the ground and its eyes stared straight forward, right into his.

He really was a monster.