#Angst WOOOOO

[swiftmitsu]

small angsty Dust comic EHEH

TW // self deprecation/spiraling, sweraring, suicidal ideations

please don’t read/read cautiously if you’re sensitive to this stuff ^^

[totallynottinsel]

🌟🕯️ Marry Me

After the death of Smaug, Thorin delves deep into the mountain and brings Bilbo an unexpected proposal.

psssst... @lsoqq 🙂‍↕️

The mountain had been eerily quiet since they had reclaimed it from Smuag's hold. It was freed---other than the lingering smell of dragon, of course. Bilbo walked through the dim halls, his feet curling every now and then against the uneasy coldness of the stone floor. Though the rest of him was kept warm by his coat, the tips of his ears were running a bit pink.

As he rounded the bend distant sounds of clinking gold ran through his ears, followed by pained groans of the rest of the company who were knee deep in search for the Arkenstone. He kept himself from reaching towards it as it lay hidden within his pocket. The bowl of lukewarm soup carried in his palms shook as he came to a quick stop, his steps echoing his arrival.

Across him stood Dori and Ori---halting their conversation with Thorin, a beat of silence hanging in the air between them. "Go." Growled Thorin, causing Ori to jump as his brother ushered him away. Dori gave Bilbo a cautious look as they passed him by, surely ordered to return to the search among the others. A slight chill drew down his spine as Thorin addressed him.

"Master Baggins, come."

He began to tread forward before he even had the time to think otherwise. He offered up the soup, in one of his many (failed) attempts to try and urge the dwarf to eat. "You should have this," He inched the bowl forward. "Surely you're hungry?"

Thorin took the bowl, though only spared the plainly thick liquid filling it a glance before he set it aside. "I will have the means to indulge once the Stone has been found." His armored boots clanked heavily over the stone as he stepped closer, his words carrying a ticking spark. "Until then, I wish to speak with you."

Bilbo's mouth ran dry, the dreadful weight of the Arkenstone tugging him downward. He cleared his throat to speak softly, eyeing the dwarf directly. "About what?"

Thorin gave no further inkling to his plans as his hand grazed the hobbit's back, not so much as only lightly grasping the tuff of his coat, guiding him to an alcove that hid along the corner. His heart ran faster than he could keep up with, planting his back against the wall and incredibly regretting not finding a more suitable place for the Stone. His fingers hovered over the pocket, tracing the rim of fabric while Thorin fished for something in his.

"Give me your hand." Thorin held out his own, though there was no demand in his ask compared to how he spoke to the others.

Overcoming his blink of hesitation, Bilbo laid his hand on his palm, gently flinching at its surprising warmth. Thorin traced along his fingers, feeling its softness, where then he slid a silver ring around one. Unlike those that Thorin donned himself or those of dwarven make, it glimmered of Elven finery; a single star shimmering in a blanket of dark, embroidered with elegance. The base of the ring weaved with intricate vines, while a single iridescent gem was bound in its center, much in appearance to the Arkenstone.

"It is a gift."

"Thorin, I..." Bilbo stumbled over his own tongue, retracting his hand, gaze dancing across the shine of the jewelry. "It's beautiful, but I can't accept this."

The dwarf grew a visible frown. "Is it not to your liking?"

"No, no! Of course not, it's wonderful. It's just, well... I'm a hobbit. Hardly the type worthy enough to honor such importance." He chuckled down the rest of his haywire emotions, which were a horrible mix of confusion and prickling flush that trailed up his neck and the bothersome thought of his hard made soup getting cold. "This should belong to someone else," As he went to remove the ring, Thorin's hands clasped his, stopping him halfway.

"I do not want to give it to anyone else." Said Thorin, a curious thumb brushing over the finger that held the ring. His gaze scaled up, meeting Bilbo's, who in turn did not flee from his touch.

"I'm afraid I don't have much to gift back." Bilbo fell to a whisper, watching the slow movements of their hands intertwining. When Thorin's eyes caught his he began to see a shift, a fade of the fiery burn that had set home inside him.

"I'm afraid you are all one could ever dream of having." Confessed Thorin, the two of them the closest they had been since the Carrock.

A smile worked up Bilbo, though he was convinced his heart would surely give out any moment at the speed it had itself going. "I could only hope that one would have me."

The air thickened, tighter than he'd felt at Smaug's very claws. Thorin slowly leaned his head lower, and though at first Bilbo shied from the sudden closeness, his seams untangled and his knees felt weak the moment the dwarf's hand cupped his cheek. When their lips had finally met it loosened the hefty floodgates between them that had stocked up ever since that first night in Bag End. It was slow to begin, a test of the waters, though it quickly started to boil with need.

Bilbo clung to the silky fur lining of Thorin's over coat, standing high up on his toes as greater hands kept his back to the wall. As they briefly parted and against stuttering breaths, Bilbo hardly expected to be confronted with two wonderfully dreaded words he so much had ruled out from his life till then. "Marry me." Grumbled Thorin, before capturing the hobbit's lips again.

Already in quite the daze, Bilbo hadn't fully realized his words till a good while past and broke away. "Pardon?" He practically squeaked like a mouse.

"Marry me." He repeated as he brought smaller kisses to the tops of Bilbo's ears.

Thorin's sudden warmth along his cold skin nearly took him to the floor and an early grave. Collecting himself, he shook his head and tried wriggling out from his hold to spare himself. "Thorin," He only managed a pant. "You don't know what you're saying. You---you aren't yourself."

Thorin made a noting hum. "You accepted my gifts."

"I didn't know they were those kinds of gifts!" Bilbo exclaimed. "If I had known I..." I still would have let you. He thought, head tilting back to rest on the hard stone behind him. "Something like... that takes time to consider!"

"Have we not waited long enough?" Thorin asked, words rumbling against his layers of curls. "From the beginning of our quest, I would have had you. And now that I do, I intend to keep it that way."

"I just---I need..." Bilbo couldn't think, fighting with his own frazzled thoughts of what he wanted and what he should do. For whatever utterly foolish and selfish desire drove into him, he ached to accept Thorin, greatly so. Yet the voice that shouted at him with reason held him back. For the love of all that was green and good, he was a Baggins of Bag End! He belonged in a hole in the ground, not in great halls. Thorin should dedicate his affection to some other noble, even if the very thought caused Bilbo's heart to tug painfully.

He was whisked from his inner debating when he felt Thorin's hand trailing down his side, far too close to his pocket. Acting on hasty impulse to get him far away from reaching the Stone---(truly, he should have found a better hiding place. Blasted Took in him really did enjoy living far on the edge)---he grabbed his wrist, stomping him from lowering any further and using that to redirect the dwarf's attention to another kiss. "Yes." The word slipped from his tongue. Now he'd really done it. Though at least his pockets weren't the center of curiosity any longer. (He hoped) "I mean---I'll... I'll think on it."

"How long do you suppose you'll have me wait?"

The impatience of dwarves. Bilbo thought to himself. "Ah, well, it's... we'll see."

Eleven if clearly disgruntled, Thorin respected his wishes. Though how long that would last, he wasn't all too sure.

"I should be off, then." Bilbo cleared his throat once more, regardless of the fact he had nowhere to be in particular, other than under a bed of rock to wallow in his embarrassment for the next years of his life. "This was, er... nice. I wouldn't mind us meeting like this more often."

"I would see to it that we do."

At the blink of Thorin's words Bilbo opened his mouth to reply, then promptly had nothing more to say. He spun his feet to the exit the very second he felt his face heat up and the unmistakable pool in his stomach. It only grew worse the moment he turned the corner, Nori stared back at him, soup in hand, severely wide-eyed. Whether he overheard the entire encounter between them, or the soup was just horrid, both made Bilbo wish to run for the hills.

"Good soup." Was all he said.

"Thank... you." Bilbo nodded to him, then walked as fast as he possibly could away from the scene.

Curse the Took leading him places he was surely bound to make a mess of.

[vervona]

wip

[cosmicourple]

Oh Gods, imagine Wetthunderthighs! fankids as the Daughter and Son of The Overthrowing Zeus Prophecy…

[just-chelax]

‼️Spoilers for Fourseen‼️

(CW: character death)

We will meet again...

Made this a while back and forgot to post it. Very proud of how it turned out. ^^

[cartoonguy08]

Dawg how come most headcanons come to me when I’m in class

Anyways, was thinking about Scout and Spy. And I came up with something.

You know how I draw Spy and Scout with completely different facial features?? (Cartoonish factor but bruh what was I thinking?)

I came up with something.

Spy without his mask looks exactly like Scout’s face. Like, with the mask on he’s completely different, it’s a mask and it’s hiding his identity right? The moment he takes it off tho cartoon logic happens, and he looks exactly like Scout. That’s why he doesn’t take off his mask at all, and why Scout doesn’t wanna see it off of him. One glimpse and he’s gonna have an identity crisis. He does NOT wanna be related to Spy.

This came to me when listening to Tyler the Creator (you know the song)

Spy taking off the mask dramatically chances his facial features. In a cartoonish way, and a very deeply depressing way because Scout doesn’t want to believe it himself. I love making headcanons 👍

[soberlovey]

john wick sillies ⁠☆

[canisonicscrewyou]

Part 2, Memorial Services - Forgetting Rory Williams Chapter 11

Meet Mallory Williams. She won't be here long.

This chapter is about 11.4k words! What I have internally been referring to as the FRW Season Finale, the end of Act 1 to set up Act 2.<3333

Forgetting Rory Williams is a Dr. Who s7A(+s12) AU following the series of events after a wristwatch resets, and reveals that Rory Williams was the Master the whole time.

Chapter Warnings/Features: The end of an unspoken Act 1. Horrible little trans nightmare realm. Some light(?) body horror. The Master playing Doctor whether he wants to or not. Some very cathartic reunions. The after effects of coming back from the dead. The inability to ever just say what you fucking mean.

Chapter Suggested Listening: My Boy - Twin Fantasy by Car Seat Headrest, Juliet by Cavetown, Thank You for Inventing Me by Hussalonia, Spent Gladiator 2 by The Mountain Goats

FRW Spotify Playlist | FRW YouTube Playlist

[george228732]

This is an aftermath of closure. (3/?)

Previous - Next

[wrathofrats]

I am here to request a part 3 to that Angsty SwissDew Phantom fic going on if you have more ideas 👀 -🌱

Yes I promise Swissdew make up, I won’t leave them like that for too long.

Here’s for everyone yelling at me to fix them. This is technically part 3 in this weird saga.

I made it worse before I made it better BUT I DID MAKE IT BETTER SO

(For those who are used to my usual insanity around here, trust me I’m working hard for October, I hope you’re excited!!)

You can read the first two parts here and here

They don’t speak for days. Swiss too ashamed of his actions to face dew, and dew is too embarrassed over his outburst to face Swiss. They both mull over the situation the entire time they’re apart. Itching to speak to the other but wondering if the damage had been done, if they’ll accept the others apology.

Swiss knows he’s in the wrong. It’s a feeling that eats at him because although he’s never been one that can’t admit his faults, this one makes him feel ashamed of himself. The countless mistakes that all piled on top of dew to handle and he didn’t even take the time to sit and talk with him anymore since aethers been gone. He’s barely made the time to sit with himself to handle his own emotions.

Swiss knows it was a stupid approach to try and ignore losing such a close packmate. The idea that if you never stop doing things you won’t have the time to truly sit with your grief. It’s why he’s been so clingy to phantom. It’s why he’s taken on extra work around the abbey. It’s why he’s been ignoring dew.

Dew took an opposite approach, something much more self destructive. He lets the grief eat away at him until he’s a sad shell of his former self because in dews mind what’s the point if his closest pack mate isn’t there?

He can’t act normal because nothing is normal anymore. It never will be.

Opposite ends of an equally destructive path and it’s no wonder they both don’t know how to act around each other anymore. Swiss doesn’t see dew in those less than firey eyes anymore and dews been convinced that Swiss has dropped him like a broken toy, too damaged to play with.

Swiss still sees aether in dew. Small pieces that put his heart in his throat and squeezes his lungs because he knows dew will fight tooth and nail for every last bit of him.

The books that stay on his night stand, no doubt being picked through night by night. Dew hoping if he throws himself into the literature aether loved he can gain enough of him back to quell the ache in his stomach.

The cologne he wore everyday has now become a room spray, the scent sometimes wafting under the door.

He’s even kept the last cup aether used to drink water in his room on the nightstand. When mountain tried to take it to help clean up the mess of dews greiving he received a long gash through his arm, dew screaming at him to not touch it.

And after all of this Swiss still never tried to help.

His stomach continues to hurt.

Phantom reminds him of aether too. The light in his eyes while he learns, the smell of quintessence, swiss realizes that that’s why he’s been clinging so hard. He’s been trying to relive his friendship through the new ghoul.

The look in dews eyes starts to make sense to him. A painful glare in their direction because dew thinks he’s trying to replace aether. It’s why he yelled when phantom came in. It’s why he freaked out when he saw them. It’s why he can’t even look at the poor younger ghoul. It’s why Swiss looked so frightened when he witnessed this, because he’s not looking at phantom as phantom. He was looking at him as aether.

It’s a hard debate between telling himself dew needed him and that dew was going to destroy himself no matter what he did to prevent it.

Dews also one of his closest friends. And even if he was going to hurt himself trying to cope with the trauma, Swiss is damned if he’s going to sit around and simply let him.

He hopes it’s not too late.

-

Dew doesn’t take the situation that happened between them well either. Already feeling abandoned by Swiss and then he looks at him like he doesn’t even know him. Dew feels like he’s not himself anymore. Merely a puppet or a cheap imitation. He doesn’t find joy in many things anymore, he barely leaves his room. He feels like a burden with his heavy emotions, like he’s too much and that must be why Swiss doesn’t talk to him.

He wonders if he was wrong. If he lashed out too harshly. Did he deserve it? To be treated like he needs magic to fix him? Did he deserve to be treated like he needs fixing?

Does he need to be fixed?

A fire claws at his throat at the thought.

-

Dew jumps when he hears a knock. No one really checks on him too much anymore when he gets like this. He’s assumed to want to be left alone.

“Please let me in” Swiss says. It sounds like he’s being crying.

���Ok” dew calls timidly. He debated staying silent, or even just begging him to leave. But it’s hard to say no to someone he loves and has missed so deeply.

“I want to apologize”

“You don’t have to”

“But I do. I hurt you and that’s not ok. Please let me explain it to you” Swiss moves closer to dew, tests the waters.

Dew just nods slowly in response.

“I’m sorry I abandoned you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was scared and didn’t want to handle my own grief and you got the bad end of that stick and you don’t deserve that.” He starts

Tears prick at dews eyes when he says you don’t deserve that, it should be an obvious statement but to hear it outloud is vindicating and more than he could ask for at this moment.

“You needed me and I spent my time with someone else instead of helping you when I knew you needed it. I still see a lot of aether in you, and it didn’t know how to handle it. I ran instead of being rational.”

Swiss looks like he’s crying too. It hurts to admit everything. How terrible he’s been.

“I tried to fix you with magic, I wanted old you back and i didn’t try to care for you to get that back, I wanted to do it the easy way and again you don’t deserve that. You don’t need fixed dewdrop.”

you don’t need fixed dewdrop

Dew hiccups at the words

“I’m sorry. I love you. I love and care about you so much and I’m going to do better if you’ll let me” Swiss looks back up. Both are crying heavily.

Dew just nods and collapses into the multi ghoul. He’s warm and smells of bergamot. The arms that wrap around him feel like home again and dew realizes how much he’s missed this.

Swiss tries to hold onto him for dear life. Like he may change his mind if he doesn’t.

The wound is still fresh and open but for now they just lay in dews bed together. Limbs wrapped around each other and sweet nothings whispered into soft skin.

Things haven’t been solved. But swiss is just happy to have his fire ghoul back in his arms.

[cryptid-lantern]

Some unfinished art w.i.p of pv, I'm digging on my gallery files. (Yes this is based on my au design, in case if wondering).

The only unfinished thing is the missing highlights and his lil funny flower staff is not there.

[internallysalad]

LEX LUTHOR I MISSED YOUUUUU :DDD

[sugahyeon]

He had always been proud to say that he looked just like his mom.

“Stop looking in the mirror Cole.”

Grief works in weird ways.

Cole spent his days in front of the bathroom’s mirror.

His father spent his days with his eyes glued to the carpet, never quite daring to look at his son’s face.

Or, Cole's only way to see a bit of his mother again is to look at his own reflection (and ghosts don't get to appear in mirrors).

[akdjsjjw]

Moving up down in life

[angeart]

hiiiiiiiiii so i came across help me to breathe and afshdgdhfhskdhsjsh i love it so so so much i needed you to know

hello! yayy thank you for telling me! i always get so hyped :D <333

[2day4u-2morrow4me]

So supposedly we will be getting chapter 101(???? I think the math checks out. It's what I heard) animated this week and a new manga chapter.

Are we excited or very concerned or sitting back drinking mimosas and watching the fandom fall to pieces? Honestly I'm down for anything guys