#I need angst

[kimiko24-art]

Please please I'm begging you let's explore more adult/darker themes in self shipping

[the-medieval-husbands]

The moment Arthur tells merlin about his magic that boy is running for the hills. He's not waiting for Arthur to explain. Then poor Arthur who is head over heals inlove with him has to go frantically search for him. When he finds him he drags him back home.

[skeksismars]

UGHHHHH I wanted Branch's brothers to react to Branch's loss of colour, I wanted them to ask him how was his life, I wanted my dose of angsttttttt 😮‍💨

Likeeeeee imagine them asking how come Branch is greyer than they remember, he was so blue as a baby and him telling them that he went completely grey when he saw HIS GRANDMA BEING EATEN IN FRONT OF HIM and then went completely paranoid holing himself up in his bunker and he tells them he's been sad for a really long time but then looks Poppy in the eyes takes her hand and says that the taught him how to be happy again. And then his brothers feel very guilty because they abandoned him and he was all alone and sad and if they had been with him then he wouldn't have gone grey but they could have helped him process that loss.

And maybe maybe he shows them his bunker when they get to Troll Village (let's get real, he definitely showed them the bunker, he told them about it) BUT he obviously redecorated when he got better with Poppy's help and it's homey and cozy now but when his brothers are exoloring they find out some remains of when Branch was paranoid and they understand a bit of what their brother went through!!!!

[feelikecinderella]

I need han fics😭i need any skz member fics😭😭😭im deprived😭😭i cant find anything i havent read before😭😭😭😭😭

[blackhillverse]

so you want to tell me that after the blip when maria learnt that natasha romanoff, her soulmate, had sacrificed herself for the whole world, she was actually ALONE? that she tried to manage everything on her own and deal with the after-blip chaos without nick’s help? that nick didn’t respond to her messages? THE ANGST PEOPLE, THE ANGST???!!!

[sozzledjuja]

been thinking a lot about the twins' past so have some shitty unfinished doodles

I've always headcannoned that they grew up really poor, probably without much parental guidance, and that they kind of had to learn how to fend for themselves from a very early age.

i imagine Praxina taking a more protective role of her brother after whatever happened to their parents. was definetly always getting into street fights with other kids in the neighbourhood, either to defend Mephisto or simply for the hell of it. i do believe that all her bias against love and any type of vulnerabily came from being forced to be tough from a young age in an enviromnent where vulnerability was a weakness that others exploited, in order to protect herself and her brother. when deep down all she needed was a hug and someone to take care of her too

as for Mephisto, i think he was a very clumsy and uncoordinated kid so he was always covered in bruises and scratches cause he was just- constantly tripping over his own feet or in random objects on the ground. was definetly a much more sensitive child than his sister (100% a crybaby). Had a snake plushie, that he very cleverly named "Mr.Hissy", that he took with him EVERYWHERE. talked to it and everything. he was really really attached to it, which is fine and all but that thing was filthy

Mr. Hissy because he deserves to be rewarded for all the shit he had to put up with:

he's a true national hero and a soldier.

as for the twins' parents, i´ve definetly wondered a lot about it but i don't have a specific headcanon for who they were and what their relationship with the twins was exactly (as in, were they good or shit parents, or simply... absent/dead)

[cl0udy3]

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

five hargreeves x fem!reader no warnings (language?) a/n: THIS IS GOING TO HAVE LIKE FIVE MILLION PARTS SO HERES A TEASER/SNEAK PEAK SOME WHAT I LOVE YALL MWAH

“How long does it take to kill one cranky, old man?!” You whine quietly as two of the Commission’s agents stand in front of you. Your Louboutins tap against the grimy carpet of the drab motel lobby, the dull rhythm the only thing keeping you from snapping.

Cha Cha adjusts her tie, her face blank but her voice tight, “We’re working on it.” She sounds a bit annoyed, but still trying to keep her calm. Can’t piss off the boss.

“Work faster. Or I’ll send both of you back to pushing paper.” You snarl.

The pair exchange a glance, annoyed but silent. They know better. Without another word, they step outside. You follow behind, heels biting into the pavement as you walk to your car. Once inside the vehicle, you grip the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. You press your forehead against it, letting the weight of your rage settle.

“I’ll kill him with my own hands if I have to.” You mutter.

The car roars to life as you twist the keys inside the slot, then drive off to get a drink. Or maybe coffee.

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You sit at the bar of a donut shop, drinking coffee (which probably couldn’t even be considered coffee because half of the drink was milk and sugar) and eating a donut. You were so lost in thought while sipping your drink that you didn’t notice the doorbell ring. The waitress smiled as the person walked in and took a seat next to you.

You ignored them and took a bite of your donut. Jelly-filled. Disgusting, you thought. You ate it anyway. 

You glance at person who sat next to you, and it seems to be a child who feels vaguely familiar. His freshly pressed uniform suit reminded you of a certain crotchety old man: Five. You ignore the feeling and keep eating your nasty jelly filled donut. 

“I’ll have a coffee. Black.” The kid asked

His order rings a bell. It was like he was a mini version of Five. Hilarious. You thought.

The waitress gives him a tired smile and wraps her aged fingers around the coffee pot as she pours some of the liquid into a cup. The woman hands him the mug of caffeine and he quietly thanks her.

The unidentified boy glances in your direction and notices the way you ordered your coffee. He scoffs and shakes his head.

“You call that coffee..?” You roll your eyes, snapping a bit, “What’s your problem?”

“It’s not coffee. It’s dessert.” He responds.

You turn your chair to face him, a false smirk plastered on your lips,“So…?” 

“So, it’s pathetic.”

You grip your mug tight, the ceramic cooling your skin, “Why don’t you fuck off?” 

You want to flip him off and leave so bad, but you keep yourself calm and leave it at a fuck off. But you don’t feel satisfied with that, so you lift the mug to your lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip, daring him to say something. You can feel his eyes burning into you, but you won’t give him the satisfaction. You swear his eye twitches, but he holds his composure and turns back to the bar, sipping his black coffee. 

Silence settles in, and you take a moment to review everything that has happened up until now: You’d been happily working your job as a field agent for the Commission, when the Handler stuck you with that old geezer, Five. Five’s sarcasm and arrogance grated at your nerves, but you tolerated him enough to get missions done. Until that day by the grassy knoll when he had the bright idea of going AWOL and using his ‘powers’ to get ‘home.’ His little stunt dragged you into his dimension. You went from a mature, seasoned agent to a fifteen-year-old kid, stripped of everything – your authority, your experience. Every glance in the mirror still makes your blood boil. You wanted to kill him right then, but his calculations hadn’t accounted for a second person. So, you ended up in the middle of a forest in who knows where. 

The Handler had to have you extracted, and when you gave her the details of what had happened, you could almost see a vein bulge out of her neck, but the calm look on her face was somehow worse. One misstep and that calm would break. You’d seen it happen before.

She had you send out some agents to get rid of him (Hazel and Cha Cha). You thought they were incompetent. You should’ve been the one to go after him, not those idiots, but the boss’s word was final.

Now, here you were, stuck in your prepubescent body, at a coffee shop. The shop was almost as rundown as you felt– peeling linoleum floors, flickering neon signs that buzzed like an annoying fly. Even the air was stale. It was a place for people who had nowhere better to be, which, unfortunately, included you.

You toss a crumpled bill on the counter and walk out, leaving the kid alone with his black coffee. The air outside feels heavier, the weight of unfinished business pressing down on you. You slide into your car and start the engine, the growl of the machine mirroring the growl in your chest.

You’ll find him. You’ll finish this.

If they can’t kill him, you will.

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

Does anyone know of a Ninjago Skybound fanfiction/ story where Jay didn't wish the timeline backwards and everything just went to hell?

If so, PLEASE tell me-

And if that doesn't exist, I swear to freaking God I'll make it exist. And mark my words it'll be a bloody, angst filled, dark as hell MESS.

SO I BEG OF THE FELLOW MESSED-UP WRIGHTERS TO HAVE ALREADY DONE IT

[theweirdcobrakaifan]

I need the scene of terry reaction of kreese leaving in the 80s I need crying and pulling stuff off the walls and drinking and destroying his office and then after all that he just break down in a sob let the man cry more I need him to grab the picture of them in nam and just slammed it out of angry then he just fall to his knee and cry’s holding the picture trying put it back together wondering what he did wrong he gave him everything why would he leave him

[eomma-jpeg]

head empty except for post trimax vashmeryl emotional turmoil and torture

[ikeprinces-stuff]

Finished William T-Rex's route...

Finally...

I didn't enjoy his route very much... 😬

Because of my laziness, it took me two months to finish it from the time the game was released until today...

Don't get me wrong, I liked him as a character but not to the point of making him my no. 1 favorite

The CG is pretty tho, I like how Komadori look here

[dekukaze]

so i made a amv for lu guang and i wanted to know if yall would like to see it once it gets published? TvT its angstyyy

[rae-unbeloved]

Chat i need ideas for drawing angst.

[the-hidden-posts-gt]

Giant/tiny brainrot: The Iron Giant (Also Major spoilers for The Iron Giant)

I use they/them pronouns for the Giant because the movie doesn’t exactly specify the Giant’s preferred pronouns. And I capitalize the “G” in the Giant because they (as in the rest of the characters) call them that.

So I’ve been thinking recently about the movie The Iron Giant and how it was kind of my giant community origin story (lol). But there’s this scene where the Giant thinks that Hogarth is dead. The Giant touches Hogarth, but when they don’t get a reaction they assumes he’s dead and their hand is literally shaking. They’re making sad/confused robot noises and looks around, like maybe there’s someone else that could help them. Then reaches out, but is too sad and instead pulls back, balls up his fist and puts them to his face like they’re about to cry. In that moment you can tell they’re about to start blaming themself, but then the military comes in.

My point being, I need the tiny in the relationship getting knocked out, but not severely hurt, and the giant having been involved and failing to keep them safe. (I live for the angst sorry!) and then like the EMOTIONAL DAMAGE that comes along with that, also the softness with which the Giant touches Hogarth in that scene.

This is the scene I’m talking about (before the giant gets super murder-y.)

Like if you haven’t watched The Iron Giant, it’s so good! And it’s also the seed that planted my hatred for the American government and any/all systems of power that actively choose to put the lives of their citizens and soldiers on the line for financial gain while using all the power accumulated by said financial gain to keep the citizens and soldiers in financial straits. All in all The Iron Giant is a 10/10 movie and a 11/10 social commentary.

[hizashisonlywife]

A03 WRITERS PLEASE GIVE ME ANGSTY BALLISTER IM BEGGING YOU

[beelmons]

But who is he to you? (Luke Alvez)

Luke, the one guy you met during college, before he went off to the army after dramatically dropping his degree.

Luke, who would call you every night after his departure to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself. Who would talk you down whenever you felt like quitting, and reminded you of how you were doing this for your future.

Luke, who disappeared for months after he joined the rangers, and had you praying every night for his safety. Who didn't once write to you to tell you he was okay, who had you believe the worst had happened.

Luke, who showed up at your doorstep with flowers and chocolates after years of no contact; who stood by the entrance of your home for twelve hours until you were ready to talk to him again after you had slammed the door on his face after his first attempt.

Luke, who, like a gentleman, protected you from every man at the bar that looked a bit too sketchy. Who drove you home wasted without landing a finger on you. Who sobered you up and cleaned the mess you had made, only to sleep on your couch until you woke up to make sure you were okay.

Luke, who, without fail, would show up in the middle of the night, after you called him while crying your heart out, or the pieces that were left of it, when your boyfriend confessed to you that he was still in love with his best friend.

Luke, who had, accidentally, introduced you to Spencer Reid, the very own source of your bitter tears, and now had to contain himself from beating his beloved partner up into a pulp for the pain he was causing you. Who invested his time, money, and heart in putting a smile back on your face.

Luke, the first person you called, bursting with joy, after you and Spencer had sorted it out, and had made the decision of moving in together.

Luke, who, unbenknownst to you, loved you with every pore of his skin, vein on his body, fiber of his heart, even since he was just a college kid. Who had to fake a smile as he helped you move in with another man, the one you desired in the way he wished.

Luke, who was your best friend and confidant, your knight in rusty armor, your shoulder to cry on, the guiding moonlight in the night, a comforting shadow on a sunny day. Who you would describe as your all.

Luke, who, regardles of giving his all to you, was never enough.