#I actually need to stop with the angst

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

RIP Curtis brothers. You would’ve loved getting each other build a bears with voice messages

[afterartist]

Caelus AU anyone 👀👀

N e ways

Uranus has always been my fave (sorry Earth, I love u too pookie) so I’m genuinely excited to see more content about him

Even if he is a dick to Neptune (,:

Bonus frames (:

[alicornze7]

returning to my roots

a lil' cute and wholesome ribbun drawing...

...or is it?

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Do you think if the trolls all came back, like everything in the main comic did happen and they were alive again. Do you think Feferi would actually forgive Eridan? Or want to even be his friend after everything? I don't personally like the erisol and fefertasprite interaction…felt rushed…..so I just wanted to know your opinion if things were different! :)

Yeah, I think they would be! Feferi is one of the trolls who takes dying the least badly (relentless optimism) and Eridan does genuinely feel bad, which means a lot when it's Eridan. I think she really is genuine when she says she wants them to be friends and also that she's really not the type of person to hold a grudge, and like... death is SUPER cheap in Homestuck, it's really not the horrific, irredeemable, irreperable damage that it is IRL - and if you're talking about (Feferi) and (Eridan), then they're both dead (and irrelevent) now, so the score is kind of even.

In general, the fandom - I mean, people in general, really - tend to have difficulty divorcing themselves from other people. We tend to assume that the people and characters they like will hold similar opinions to themselves. This is how people who like Karkat and don't like Eridan can mentally gloss over or even block out their clear, close friendship, or how people who dislike Cronus can end up overlooking that Meenah actually takes his opinion seriously and unironically defends his wizard thing. Feferi really isn't mad at Eridan or upset about dying the way we probably would be, because she's friends with the horrorterrors, relentlessly cheerful, comfortable with death in general, and death is also just not really that big of a deal in this setting. "I'm really sorry about that, that was shitty of me" is honestly probably all the apology she needs, especially if they came back to life anyway.

[veinsfullofstars]

🪞 Fallen angel... who do you see staring back from the Mirror? 🪞

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Galacta Knight and my personal interpretation of his Mirror World counterpart. GK hovers above facing slightly to our left, his feathery wings spread wide, shaded in lilac and tipped with gilded wing talons, a swallow-like tail visible. He holds his shield forward in his left hand (our right) and his lance to the side in his right (our left), a single magenta eye leering at the viewer through the visor of his mask. A halo of heart spears floats and shines angelically behind his horns. Below him, M!GK hovers in the same pose but flipped horizontally and without the halo. Visually, M!GK has mostly the same features as GK, with his color palette being darker and less saturated (dusty purple body, dark gray armor, gray mask, maroon lance, rose-gold horns and weapons accents). His eyes are not visible in the shadow of his mask, but there are signs of erosion running down the metal surface in rusty orange lines, almost like tear tracks. Instead of feathery wings, M!GK has wings composed of jagged shards of pink crystal, glittering and lit from within by a luminous glow. A few pale feathers can still be seen peeking out from his back. END ID.)

Hey, so... what if... I went a little insane for a minute? What if I just... concepted a character... for the sequel... to an AU... I've told no one about... and haven't even finished writing yet? What if I then... pulled the salt shaker labeled "ANGST" out of the pantry and just... unscrewed the cap all over this poor lad? Oh, and Galacta Knight's here, too, I guess.

Sketch started 02/21/24, render started 03/01/24, finished 03/06/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24. | Kintsugi AU Masterpost

[quadrantadvisor]

I thought embalming was standard practice for burials, but it turns out that even in the US, where embalming is unusually common, only about 50% of corpses are embalmed. It's primarily to preserve corpses that won't have their viewing for a while, or who need to be transported, or who died violently and need to be "patched up". There's no benefit to embalming for the burial or community health benefits during decomposition underground, natural burials are fine.

Anyways, seeing as Jason Todd's funeral only had four people at it, I'm positive there wasn't a viewing and he wouldn't have been embalmed. Which is probably good. idk if you can come back to life if all your blood is formaldehyde

[metaphorthejesterdraws]

back at it again at krispy kreme

[valewritessss]

I’ve seen someone say that Sally was selfish and inconsiderate for telling Percy they need his room for Estelle???

[h-didanart]

Have any of you guys ever been doodling when suddenly you’re hit by the angstiest idea ever and so you start workshopping that idea into an au as an alternate timeline to see if it would fit with the au only to create an absolutely heartbreaking and depression inducing scenario, only for your brain to decide that’s not enough and end up creating that same scenario in your two other main aus so that you end up with three deeply traumatized versions of the same character?

Anyone?

No?

That’s fair

I call them the heartbroken trio.

We have a post-Everything Goes To Shit arc Scythe, around January ‘24 Bloody, and a post-Second Takeover Harvest. You may notice I called them by their actual names and not by their usual [insert trait here]!BM names, and that’s on purpose.

See, due to various circumstances in each of their respective timelines, their twins died.

They’ve all taken it very harshly, but express it in different ways, Scythe is more reserved yet more ruthless in her anger, Bloody has become extremely disconnected from everything, and Harvest is an anxious wreck. All their reactions are directly correlated to their twins’ death and how they perceived it.

Anyways, yeah.

New au//timeline thing. Yay?

Oh, and for your troubles

The guy who in his canon lost his twin being extremely conflicted about the newcomers. Cuz in one hand they are versions of versions of himself that he knows that he can relate even more to! But on the other hand they are versions of versions of himself that he knows that he can relate even more to.

Yeah :P

Might elaborate on these guys later

[shiraishi--kanade]

This has been said before but allow me to chip in: if you think anyone writing Saki or other "disabled but they're all better now" characters/disability coded but not shown in canon characters more disabled or traumatised (either from isolation, medical trauma or mistreatment, or ableism and abuse linked to ableism, or all of the above) and your first though is "ugh this is just adding unnecessary angst for the sake of angst" I really, genuinely need you to step back a bit and reflect on how you actually perceive real disabled people's lives and routines.

[violettierre]

Society has fallen down ever since Shio stopped making an appearance in chapters.

[emagios]

Why am I on the depressed side of the zelink fandom 😭😭😭

I see one breathtaking, renaissance esque artwork, and then the most soul crushing character analysis between the two (but HEAVY on botw/totk zelink)

[kandicon]

*writes the same exact headcannons in slightly different scenarios over and over again*

[lycankeyy]

Gonna go to bed but my Final Message. I do think abt cyborg!bf in the rgbfverse a lot (lets call him Cyber in this context) and honestly it would be hard to write anything until I 100% iron out his Deal but the idea of him latching onto YS as a big brother figure makes me. Very happy. For both of them LMAO

[cursed-rat-of-homosexuality]

Hey does anyone know about any soul crushing poolverine fics? I'm trying to look for something reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally angsty but it's hard to find the level of angst I'm looking for, so if anyone has any recs to give I'd be pretty glad

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

i was supposed to start doing work 30 minutes ago but was writing this instead. oh well

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 1.3k

notes: canon!verse, mentions of s4 plot, injured!reader, mentions of blood, all angst no comfort, reader is the one that's injured after the thunder spear explosion, all levi POV

He wasn’t sure how long he had been swimming. The adrenaline from escaping the Jaegerists had long faded from his system and he knew that it was only because of his Ackermann heritage that he was able to fight through the pain that coursed through his entire body. When he noticed that Hange finally caught up to him, he swam up and broke the surface to the river, on guard for if Floche and his minions were still following.

Once he saw that the coast was clear, he noticed the red tint of the water around him. Suddenly, memories of the explosion and being bombarded with sharp pieces of shrapnel ran through his mind.

His eyes widened as he pulled up the blurred memory of you throwing your body over his right before the spear detonated.

As if time slowed down, he slowly forced himself to look over towards Hange, noticing that they were pulling something out of the water.

He literally felt his world freeze once he noticed that it was someone that they were pulling out of the water. Once he saw your familiar build and stature, he immediately swam over to help pull you out and lay you down, kneeling next to you on the ground.

For once, he was at a complete loss over what to do. His mind was running at a million miles an hour as his gaze traveled repetitively up and down your body, but no coherent thoughts were forming. He couldn't even begin to list your injuries—and those were just the ones that he could see. He had no way to know if you had any internal bleeding or bruising. He couldn't even tell if you were breathing with how chaotic the storm was around you.

Shakily, he reached out and brushed your hair away from your face, his breath getting caught in his throat as he saw the blood dripping down your face that was mixing in with the rain water. He ran his hand down to your neck, pressing his index and middle finger down right underneath your jaw, holding his breath as he waited for an agonizing amount of time for your body to generate a pulse.

Just give me a fucking pulse, or a breath, or anything. Anything to show me that you’re alive.

He felt his breath finally return when he felt a weak and subtle pulse. You weren't doing well, but at least you were alive.

He shakily exhaled, clenching his left fist as he desperately tried to shake off his nerves. He shut his eyes as a disturbing image popped up in his head. It was nearly identical to the scene in front of him right now.

He remembered pushing himself off the ground with the rain drowning out all sound and making it difficult to see far. He remembered raising his head to be met with the empty looks of the two remaining people that he had cared about after they had been nearly torn apart by a Titan. He remembered collapsing down onto his knees in despair. He remembered cursing the world for continuing to take everything from him.

He remembered the sound of the rain disappearing once he saw you stir in the corner of his eyes. He remembered staring at your body in disbelief.

His eyes slowly opened again as he looked down at you.

“H-Hange,” he spoke quietly as he carried an unreadable expression on his face. “G-Go-”

He noticed that his own voice was unsteady and he quickly cleared his throat to gather himself together.

“Go get me some gauze,” he spoke again. “Or stitching…Or a tourniquet…”

He didn’t even turn towards them as he practically begged them to help him.

“Anything,” he said, his voice barely audible.

Hange looked over at him, nodding. They were able to see that although Levi seemed as composed as always on the surface, that he was on the verge of breaking. They were able to notice this simply through the way his voice fluctuated when he began speaking again or how his gaze never left your body or how quickly he had clumsily sprinted over to you when he saw you emerge from the river.

There wasn't much that they were able to find, but within a few minutes, they had returned with some basic gauze and stitches from some medical supplies that were left behind at the camp you had escaped to.

Levi immediately took it with a determined look on his face. He was not a medic, but he had patched you up more than enough times to have had plenty of practice. However, even with that, he could not get your wounds to stop bleeding or get your breathing to return to normal. In every way, it seemed that your body was actively fighting against his attempts to save your life.

He let out a quiet groan of frustration as he pulled out a dagger and cut the sides of your shirt open so he could get full access to the two largest wounds that he could see.

"What happened?" Hange asked as they tried to help him hold you up so that he could use both hands to work.

Levi simply continued to work without answering their question. After he had finished wrapping you, he gently picked you up, walking to the campfire in front of the tent of the camp. The rain had faded as he was working, but the wood was still too damp for him to start anything. He instead began to grab thin branches in an attempt to make makeshift splints for you. Even if he didn't know what was actually broken, he figured that as long as he had you laying in a straight-forward position, you'd be able to maybe heal over time. It was better than just having you lay around.

There was only one thing in the entire world that could bring him to the frazzled state that he currently found himself in—and that was when it came to your life.

~~~~~

A few days had passed. While it seemed that your wounds and breathing had stabilized compared to when he first found you, you were still comatose.

Levi cursed at himself, as he rested his forehead against your hand, which he was holding up, as if he was desperately trying to breathe life back into you.

"Do you remember what you wanted to talk about before we fought at Shiganshina?"

He remembered you asking that question. That night was the very first time that he had begun to question what the nature of your relationship was, and if it was purely just a very close friendship or if it was something more. He knew the answer then, but chose not to disclose—a decision he regretted more than anything else.

He felt himself beginning to shake as he clutched at your hand, desperately trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to form at the corners of his eyes. Every chance that he has had to acknowledge his feelings had been robbed of him. He always told himself that there was a next time, but that next time never seemed to come. He cursed at himself for repeatedly denying himself the chance as he quickly realized that he might now never get that chance.

He couldn't imagine losing you. You were his only family left and he had lost too much. He latched onto you so hard because this life in this cruel world would be worth living if he had you by his side. He couldn't imagine continuing on, doomed to be alone, in a world filled with death and strife.

Levi Ackermann had always been praised as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier—but he didn’t want that anymore. He didn’t want to be known as that if it just meant being doomed to watching everyone around him die.

He clutched at your hand again before opening his mouth to whisper underneath his breath.

“Don’t go.”

A/N: why do i do this to myself