#sad vibes

[softgothbabe]

Fear of abandonment 🤝🏻 The desire to leave before I'll inevitably be left

[welcominthehell]

[k1exe]

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Hoteri Hotette First Kiss

[pastelghoul]

Three Simple Words - Kylo Ren x Reader

Imagine Kylo Ren breaks your heart and doesn’t seem to care

There you stood, tired but with a stoic look on your face, glaring at the man you now called the Supreme Leader. He stood ahead of you, looking out into the vacuum of space; the stars twinkled so brightly against the darkness, beautiful in their own destruction as they burnt up thousands of lightyears away.

“Tell me you love me, Kylo.” You said firmly, watching him intently. Yet there was no reply. As though you didn’t even exist to him.

“Kylo, i need to hear you say it. Tell me, please.” Again your pleas were met with silence.

“Fine. I won’t stand here and let you use me as your play-thing any longer. We’re through.” You turned around to walk away, only getting so far before his voice brought you to a halt.

“Ok.” He said nonchalantly, not even turning around to face you.

Venomous, boiling hot anger rose up inside of you, bubbling in the pit of your stomach and threatening to choke you as you fought the urge to scream at him.

Spinning around, you marched up to him and forced him to turn around and face you. That stupid mask blocked his face from your view.

“Take that damned thing off.”

Calmly, slowly, he removed the helmet with a mechanical hiss, placing it on the table beside him. Once he turned to face you, you laid into him.

“How dare you, you toy with me, humiliate me in front of staff, make me out to be a fool, your play-thing to be-“ you were cut off as his lips crashed into your own, his hands forcefully cupping your face as you stood on your tip-toes to reach him.

Normally you’d melt into his embrace, welcoming the aggressive show of affection, however not today. You pushed him off of you, glaring death at him.

“I am not yours to be toyed with. I have waited so long for you to say those three words, every time you brush me off as though it doesn’t matter. Well it does matter - to me. If i mattered to you at all, you’d give me those three simple words.”

Kylo looked down at you, brows furrowed as his eyes scanned your face. Then he cupped your face gingerly with one hand, lifting your chin with the other.

“I don’t care.” Tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to spill over. How could he? For months you’d been by his side, his intimate confidant, only for him to turn around and say it meant nothing?

“You’re a monster!” You cried, ripping away from his grasp. “How could you act like what we had meant nothing to you?” You nearly choked on your tears, the feeling of your body being torn apart with three simple words was almost too much to handle.

If you knew loving someone could hurt this badly, like the feeling of your entire being collapsing in on itself, tearing apart from the inside out as your heart pounded with a fiery, sorrowful ache, why you’d have never allowed yourself to fall for him in the first place.

Your throat tightened as did your chest, an endless array of thoughts rushing through your head of what-ifs and why. Why he chose you to torment mercilessly for months, why he chose you to intimately torture at late hours of the night, why he chose to make you fall for him.

“When you’re finished, get out.” Kylo said, grabbing his helmet and brushing past you as though you were just another member of the sanitation crew.

Outside, Kylo stood still for a moment, now breathing deeply as he bit his lip in frustration. With a loud bang, he slammed his helmet into the wall, over and over again as sparks and shards of metal flew in all directions.

“DAMN IT!” He shouted, crushing the remnants of his helmet and dropping them to the floor like ruble. His face was red with fury, his dark curls partially obscuring his vision as he blinked away tears; All because he couldn’t say three simple words.

Three simple words, having torn you down in an instant.

[black-ak9]

Sad Drac sketches because why not?

Why do you think he is sad?

Thanks to @royaledevil for the idea of Bill Cipher's quote from a post by @rosetyler42 (no es posesión pero si un tipo de Psycho mode) ✌🏻

And exploring with some references from the Netflix Lucifer series

[spicysidesalad]

Everyone wants the emo girl with the crazy clothes, the rocking body and the big sad eyes until they realize she is actually sad all the time and it’s not just part of the aesthetic.

[wastedpoets]

Surviving Girlhood: (And wishing you hadn’t) by Skyler Scott

(Link: Surviving Girlhood: (And wishing you hadn’t) https://a.co/d/7eExNpv )

[002yb]

If I may, an Au where Jason and dick were together before Jason's death, so when Jason comes back it's Nightwing, not Batman he tries to get to kill the Joker.

The only tragedy is that Jason feels he has to force Dick's hand. He gives Dick an ultimatum as if Dick would ever refuse him. He tells Dick to choose as if there's a contest.

'Him or me.' Jason mourns, oblivious to the reality that Dick chose Jason a lifetime ago.

Jason anticipates betrayal. He waits for disappointment. What Jason doesn’t know is that loss twisted Dick until he broke and with those pieces he drew new lines and boundaries that begin and end with Jason: Dick's legacy, his Robin, his little wing.

There aren't enough bullets in the gun he's given, but that doesn't stop Dick from aiming where it will hurt the worst. It doesn't stop him from emptying it, seventeen rounds - vicious and brutal and cruel.

Dick shoots where Jason was mutilated; his ankle and knee and hip, his shoulders, his ribs. He spent months tormenting himself with Jason's autopsy report - mourning every wound and every desecration until it was burned into his memory, until it was all he saw and all he dreamed. Dick could aim to kill, but he wants Joker to hurt. He wants him to suffer.

Dick knows Joker was laughing when he killed Jason. It doesn't matter how filled with rage Dick is or what resolve vengeance blinds him with, Dick isn't laughing. All the anguish that's been caught in his chest is torn from him - a strangled, wounded, inhuman sound.

The only tragedy is that Jason thinks Dick didn't mourn him, that he hasn't felt his absence every day since Jason was taken away from him. It's Dick's greatest regret and his greatest failure that this boy would think for even a moment that Dick wasn't changed by him in life and death, that Dick didn't love him viscerally, unconditionally.

Jason pulls away from the carnage, staggering back from Dick’s line of fire. There's something helpless in his expression, something young although Jason is so much older than last Dick saw him. But Dick doesn't see him through the tears that well up in his eyes. He's blinded by hurt and regret. He chokes on all his grief because fuck this terror that's haunted and hurt Jason.

(And damn Dick, too, for not doing this sooner).

Seventeen rounds and it's not enough. It doesn't hurt enough. It's not personal enough, so Dick tosses the gun and stalks forward with bare fists and bared teeth. Joker went for Dick's heart; Dick will take Joker's - he'll steal every beat and give it back to the boy Joker took from him.

Dick still isn't laughing, but neither is Joker. He smiles though, all bite to match Dick’s snarl. His is a madness not even Joker has known and it's clear in Joker's eyes what he thinks; Dick feels it, too: oh, so this is a monster.

"See?" Joker asks through blood and broken teeth, a swollen face and gasping breaths and Dick hates him. He hates him, he hates him, he hates him. "Hehehe, you see!"

Dick doesn't see anything but opportunity to lay a devil to rest and give a boy he loves peace. It doesn't matter to Dick what happens from here, just let Jason rest. Let that boy rest.

Dick will cross whatever lines he needs if it's Jason on the other side. He'll go to whatever lengths because Dick should have done this years ago; he should have followed through, but Jason was gone and Dick thinks he wanted to torment himself with his failures.

No more, Dick thinks to himself. No more.

Jason has always been the braver between them though - always painstakingly, heartrendingly kind.

It's why Jason stops him. It's why Jason wraps himself around Dick and forces him back and keeps Dick away. He stops Dick from crossing that line, holding Dick tightly, fiercely because Jason recognizes Dick's torment and how Jason's demands will add to it once all the adrenaline passes.

And Jason can't - he can't kill Dick in that way.

But Dick can. He will. He would do anything to give this ghost of a boy peace so that he might move on. Dick has to let him - he has to...

Dick fights him, jerking in Jason's hold to finish what he started. Desperate, frenzied, mad. His voice breaks when he screams and Jason's heart breaks along with it because it's everything he's felt for years.

"He took you from me." Dick cries, holding fast to Jason and letting go of everything else to cling to him. Hands bloodied and bruised and trembling because they can't pull Jason close enough. "He took you from me!"

[bakugrxy]

Someone like you is hard to find

[softgothbabe]

And for my next trick, I will yearn for love and attention and acceptance from people who will never care about me the way I care about them

[welcominthehell]

[nembluryou]

POOR GANGLE

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[studyblrwithcoffee]

Really proud of this one 🌌🌑

[mazyb0i]

For @galaxy-fucked ‘s fanfiction “Throwing Stones In Glass Houses” on Archive Of Our Own.

I love you man, your fan-fiction is phenomenal, I’m glad I found a friend in you.

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