#mmm angst

[regonold]

I'm wanting some angst so wanna know what's a fun idea when power dampening stuff is put on danny and stops him accessing his powers it also just kinda starts killing him like imagine the justice league finally capture phantom whose been floating around the watchtower and he turns into a fucking kid and coughs up a large amount of blood

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #dcxdp #like as a halfa it's his ghost half basically providing life support #so when that's removed he just starts dieing #mmm angst

[entrop-y]

— anne carson, grief lessons: four plays by euripides

SPENCER REID IN SEASON 12 EPISODE 22: RED LIGHT

#mmm angst #spencer reid #cm #criminal minds #prison spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid gifset #spencer reid gifs #my gifs

[sulfies]

Fandom on a normal day: Desmond, my son, you are safe in my arms to rest. I shall look after your concept laying it only on the fluffiest of tropes. Nothing can hurt you anymore solider.

Me: so what if he started bleeding from every orifice he had?

#mmm angst

[biblically-accurate-crow]

imagine if when the nuzi kiss happens they do it like it happened in that one anime where literally all the major characters got killed off and have uzi die literally as her and n are kissing

#radio's ramblings #mmm angst #murder drones #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #nuzi #n x uzi

[ya-boi-haru]

Fanfic writers, go...

#mmm angst #fable smp #fable smp headcanon #fablesmpblr #fable smp icarus #icarus fable smp #icarus morningstar #fable smp fanfiction #fable smp fanfic

[sillyrandomwriter]

Lute and the abusive ex. Like pre-Emily but known by friends past ex. Where Lute is totally over him but sometimes nightmares suck.

She doesn't care if Adam gets loud or calls her bitch but he's not allowed to be mean to her. (Bedroom roughness doesn't count, cause that's negotiated and agreed upon fun, not being mean)

Hey shut down leaving fuck you waking away the first time he's pissed off and actually turns an angry insult get direction that has him confused as hell and guilty.

6'6 Adam being smacked with a newspaper by 5'1 Emily lecturing good ex to current BF about his being an asshole because Lute's upset and not returning calls and Adam's confused swearing he did nothing wrong and neither has slept during this week long avoiding each other thing.

Adam and the immediate 5 stages of grief over it complete with Death threats and then the most sincere apology and promise to not fuck up again he's ever given in his life.

(heh if normal au non-human you get Adam targeting sinners he thinks might look like Lute's ex)

oohhh ouch. Adam is definitely very really fucking guilty and tries to give Lute some time, but he can’t really stop thinking about her whenever he’s doing anything at all, because one of those things is something they used to do together or it just reminds him of her so now he just basically hates himself for letting this one go too and is probably ready for some break up speech after Lute had gotten her break and time to think about it.

bbutt i feel like Lute would also be like this: not being able to get him off her mind with anything she does and then she realises just how much she loves him and is now wondering how Adam might have loved her too and how they really just can’t let go of each other, so basically she’s trying to find a way to close off the flashbacks of her ex and try to find a way to talk this out with Adam.

#au yapping #guitarspear yapping #professional yapper #just yappin #guitarspear #guardrock #adam x lute #lute x adam #mmm angst #hazbin adam #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #headcanon asks #headcanon asks please #silly headcanons #guitarspear au #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel

[rushin-safire]

ALSO JUST A CASUAL SHOUTOUT TO ALL MY NEWER MUTUALS AND OLDER FRIENDS!!!! BLESS YOU ALL!!!! I appreciate you all and I swear I will actually post thingies-

#my musings #BLESS YOU ALL #ASFDMKALSDMASD #I LOVE EVERYONES ART #LIKE GIB #GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE #AND THEIR IDEAS #SO MANY #mmm angst #my life blood

[r3nnyb33z]

They won’t get out of my head.

Traditional drawing of Primis Richtofen! :) (enjoy the angst~)

#edward richtofen #primis edward richtofen #cod zombies #primis crew #call of duty zombies #Primis #primis dempsey #primis takeo #primis nikolai #i enjoy pain #MMM angst

[dysfunctional-doodle]

A finally did another part to my Turtle Instincts series!

This one is called Natural Gifts, in which I decided to make the lair have a flood with only Donnie and Mikey inside. Mostly just a lot of love for soft shell turtles and how they can swim very well (especially compared to a box turtle, am I right -)

-> My Kofi/Tip Jar :) <-

#tmnt #rottmnt #save rottmnt #tmnt fanfic #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #turtle instincts #mmm angst #mikey cannot swim poor dude #rottmnt fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #tmnt fanfiction #fanfic snippet #fanfiction #fanfic #tmnt fandom #rottmnt fandom #rise of tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles

[manchineel-bean]

may I request NY angst :)

👁️👁️

*🩴*

cackles Your wish is my command New York when he was New Amsterdam was definitely left alone a lot as a child. Had to fend for himself a lot, which is why when the British took over he really did not want to fight for the dutch because of this. However being handed over to Britain really did a number on him because a) he honestly thought that the Dutch Empire would at least fight for him to show that he at least cared. (he did not) b) his mother (Lenni Lenape) and sister (New Netherlands) was killed by Britain c) His half brother (New Sweden: now Delaware), and brothers (New Jersey) were separated from him. -All of this lead to a fear of abandonment and not being good enough to the point one can easily discard him (ex: The dutch gave up Ny for an island of nutmeg) -Then the Dutch yoinked him back, renamed him New Orange for a bit, and then was yoinked back by the British. (making  New York think the British were better than the Dutch because at least they quickly got him back and cared. Oh boy he could not be more wrong) Anyways! Under the control of Britain, he was treated as the prize colony and was forced into perfection. His undiagnosed autism made everything worse as well. Even then he was really manipulated into thinking the harder he worked the safer he would be. This mindset caused him to become distant with the others. Britain often treated him a bit better than the others just to make sure that NY wouldn't try anything. Then his wings came in and tail. (there was an unofficial official flag for a regiment in ny with a bald eagle on it. There was also a flag flown by ships with a beaver). This made Britain even more obsessed with NY causing NY to go to dangerous extremes just to try to fit this impossible mold Britain set up. Now moving on to the revolutionary war. York was very much against the thought of going against Britain because of how “well” he was treated. Mmm yes manipulation. But this view of Britain being amazing was shattered during the Quartering act of 1765 cause New York did not agree to this which led to the New York Restraining act. This started to chip away at the thought Britain was a saint and made New York question why he was trying so hard to prove himself. Even then it took a large amount of convincing by the others to get New York to revolt. When they did though, shit went down. The Battle of Long Island saw the complete and utter failure of the continental army, causing New York City to fall under British occupation. New York was captured during this and uh.. Britain did not take kindly to his prized colony revolting. Martial Law was set in the city after a fire burned much of it, causing New York to feel nothing but a burning sensation of the fire. Martial Law also allowed Britain to control and manipulate New York more, causing his memories to become fuzzy and to always agree with Britain. York was manipulated into thinking that the punishment he was receiving was justified, that he needed to atone for his mistakes, that Britain would “fix him”. All of this caused him to have eating disorders, insomnia, and survivor's guilt. At the end of the war York was just a husk of what he was. Still under Martial Law, he could hardly feel anything.

Then the end of the war came. Britain knew he had to give up New York and he was enraged by this. So of course New York was hurt immensely before his release. York had wings.. He had wings. Before Britain released him, Britain chopped them off in a hissy fit. York almost died then. So when he was returned he hardly felt any joy in being release because the other were free... he was not, he would be stuck on the ground his entire life. Have memory issues for a long time, ptsd, and survivors guilt. Have trouble eating and sleeping from the trauma, and hardly trust anyone because the others said he'd be safe during the war. He was not. He was scarred.

I think ill end here. :]

#wttt #welcome to the table #wttsh #welcome to the statehouse #wttt new york #wttsh new york #Manchineel Rambles #mmm angst #New York is my little blorbo #so he get hurt

[lesbianwriter]

Hello there! I'm so glad you survived that stressful week!

As for my request...Would you mind writing something involving a protagonist who actively despises superhumans (or at least the leagues they typically belong to), who has just learned her roommate (who secretly has a crush on her) is in fact a hero or villain (whichever you prefer) who was actively trying to hide her activities and just being... heartbroken about it?

Thanks! Hope you have a much less stressful week!

Thank you sm! :)

Civilian wouldn’t have known who—wouldn’t have know what—Villain was if the truth hadn’t come crashing into the center of their apartment like a wrecking ball.

Silently, she stared at Villain. She stared at her roommate, she stared at the idiot who had once shoved marshmallows in her mouth just to see how many could fit…and she didn’t want to think, she didn’t want to believe, that the same person was one of them.

“Wait—Civilian!” Villain sat up, a hand to her head as she wobbled. “I can—“

“You can explain?” Civilian interjected, sneering. She grit her teeth so hard her jaw hurt. She looked out at the gaping gash in the wall, the chunks of it on the floor, the dusty debris coating everything in sight, and her blood felt red hot. She hissed. “What do you possibly have to say? ‘It’s not what it looks like?’”

“…yeah.” Villain blinked. “But it actually isn’t—“

“I don’t care! To me, It looks like you’re a villain—a superhuman—and you got in a fight with Hero and crashed through the fucking wall! Because that’s what you super humans do! You don’t think about other people, you destroy peoples property and their bodies left and right in your pathetic little battles, and you use your powers as a way to think you’re so much better—that you have a right to just go wild without heeding others.”

She looked out the hole, jagged and cracked, and she glared at the skyline, searching for Hero.

She couldn’t say she was fond of the showboating Hero, but villains were worse because they knew the power they had over the common people and they manipulated their enhanced abilities for evil. It was sickening.

The idea of Villain being a superhuman never crossed her mind. Sure, she was the one that could open the tricky jars that Civilian wasn’t strong enough to, but other than that…there was no sign. Nothing to make her doubt anything about her roommate.

Whimpering faintly, Villain tried to stand up, but fell back down with a yelp. “No…please.” Her eyes were wide, following where Civilian’s were. “I—I understand if you don’t like me much right now, but I promise that there’s more to this…please. You can’t hand me over to Hero.”

“Can’t?” Civilian retorted.

The outside began to rattle, a sure sign that Hero was near and looking for her criminal.

“You won’t.” She pleaded. “I’m still the same person I was before—I…I tried to hide this part of me, but I failed. Obviously.” Her eyes darted from the hole to Civilian. “I’m still the same. Please. I can’t—I can’t be captured.”

Now, there was a crossroads before Civilian. Two choices. Either way, she helped a superhuman. It was only a choice between her roommate—a villain—or an egotistical hero. But at least Hero saved people. She used her abilities for good, and excessive property damage.

“Why not?”

“I don’t have time to explain!” Villain begged, trying to crawl up to her feet, grasping the couch for support.

Civilian grabbed her arm before she toppled, then releasing it as if it were poison. “Fine. Go hide, I’ll lie to Hero.”

“Thank you.” Villain breathed out.

She wiped her hand on her hands and bit on the inside of her mouth as she watched Villain struggle, limping, into one of the bedrooms.

It hurt.

Looking at her hurt. Knowing what she had been living with was a stab to the back. The memories she couldn’t suppress were the twist of the knife.

She didn’t get time to cool off before Hero stepped in through the gash, a blinding grin straight from a toothpaste commercial on her face. “Is Villain here?”

Civilian swallowed. Two superhumans in one day was enough to make her want to bang her head into the wall. “She—she crashed in, but then scattered off somewhere. I don’t know where she went to.”

“No worries,” Hero held up her hands soothingly, but smiled like a hungry hyena. “I’ll find where that evildoer went. In the meantime, you should be getting this—“ she patted at the broken wall, a chunk plopping to the floor. “You should get this registered.”

Yes, and then I’ll wait months to be given barely enough money to cover half the repair cost. Civilian thought it, but she but on her tongue.

Hero flew off in a blaze of glory, and Civilian wished that nothing had ever happened and that she was blissfully ignorant.

—

—

“You better start explaining.” Civilian crossed her arms, leaning in the doorway as her eyes narrowed on Villain’s sunken form.

It looked like a wet stray cat had been plopped into the center of the bed.

It was pathetic; it made Civilian itch to do something about it.

“I’m only a villain because the heroes are actually secretly the bad ones, and I’m trying to fight them for the sake of what’s good—what’s really good—but the heroes don’t like that, so…yeah.” Villain spoke rapidly, her mouth moving faster than her brain.

“Okay, slow down.” Civilian shook her head, more shaken than anything else now that the anger had—temporarily—subsided.

Everybody at home told her she was a volcano. Sometimes, she was dormant, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t magma waiting underneath.

“The heroes are the bad ones. The really bad ones.” Villain said carefully, absently picking at the duvet. “I’m fighting them because I don’t think it’s right what they’re doing. They are experimenting on people—superhuman or not—to try and make everybody enhanced and a lot of other horrifyingly unethical stuff.”

Civilian stayed silent when Villain rolled up her sleeve enough to reveal a small series of numbers on her skin.

“I’m sorry that I brought this here.” Her expression collapsed like a soggy piece of paper. “I tried to hide it. I didn’t want you to get involved, and I knew how you felt about…my type.”

“Why would you still choose to be my roommate if you knew?”

“…I was hoping your mind would change.” Villain’s cheeks flushed, and her eyes darted away. She hurriedly rolled her sleeve back down. “I—I’m sorry! I’ll pay for the repairs and I can leave—“

“Stay.” Civilian blurted out. Hesitantly, she sat on the edge of the bed and found something to do with her hands: picking up the pieces of the first aid kid. “You can stay.”

“Really?”

“I still don’t like superhumans, but I need your half of the rent.”

That was a sound excuse, right?

It wasn’t because she cared, it was because Villain was making her question where her ideals were, it was just because of necessity that she kept Villain near.

Hmm…roommates…I wonder what happened the last time I wrote roommates…

#my writing #and they were roommates #wlw #villain x civilian #civilian x villain #heroes and villains #mmm angst #thank you anon <3

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Wanted to make the design of himself Lunar has in the mindscape, but also wanted to draw angst soooo here we are :D Reblogs and comments are super appreciated and encourages me to continue to make more art!

#the sun and moon show #sun and moon show lunar #the sun and moon show lunar #mmm angst

[traumxrei-archive]

I usually see the arranged marriage au with reader and Kalim, but can you imagine it with Jamil? If maybe you two were set up to be married when you were still children? Or maybe if you fall for Jamil but his family has arranged his marriage to another? But that's the first time he refuses to follow the life set for him in front of his family? He decides that he can't go through with it- it's the one thing he'll regret forever, to marry someone else but you, especially when the arranged marriage has to do with his prearranged life of servitude.

- Jamil Lover anon 🙃

d u d e i think about arranged marriage aus n scarabia all the time. like. the amount of angst potential. it's such a rollercoaster to try and think about it with jamil, bc like whew, we could go anywhere with this.

like the specific scenario i fall back to is he's arranged to marry someone else, probably of a servant family that also serves the al asims, but at a lower station than the vipers OR of another servant family of another rich family.

and i keep thinking, he loves you, but he's in an arranged marriage. probably has been for a long time, or he always knew he would be in the future. and he would do anything to be with you. but his respect for his family has been ingrained into him since he was a child. so he's torn between wanting to be with you and doing his family proud.

[ au continuation + small drabble below the cut ! ]

but also, there's another angle, bc he knows that any person he marries will also be tied down to a life of servitude just like him; tied down to the al asims. so maybe he thinks it's for the best that he can't be with you, bc being with him only serves to tie down your wings. and he of all people knows the value of freedom in this world. so he rejects you, he distances himself, he does everything he could to show you he wasn't interested or that he thought of you of someone no more than an acquaintance. and it breaks his heart in the process, but it was for the best, right ?

there's a lot of ways this could go, but i think maybe kalim steps in. bc maybe at that point in time, they're already adults, no longer kids. and so kalim understands now, he understands better than when he was a child. so when he sees his friend struggling and suffering; agonizing over his own heart— he comes to a decision.

he decides to gift jamil the freedom he oh so desperately wanted in a way that still keeps his family's honor. still not sure what that could be like, but i assume incorporating him into the al asim's business or having him adopt a position of power above a servant would work.

and as soon as jamil realizes that he's free he starts running. he runs, towards where he knew you would be, because now he can finally be truthful with himself. he would sweep you into his arms, even if you were busy with something, just to murmur in your ears how much he missed you. how sorry he was for being so cold even when you were always so kind to him. and how he lied, he was lying when he said he wouldn't want to be with you, so could you please, find it somewhere in your heart to give him a second chance?

and what can you say to a man who's gone beyond apologizing? someone who's trembling in your embrace, his breaths uneven from his hurry— practically begging you to say you won't throw him away? you say, "okay. alright." and before you could say anything else you could hear the softest of sobs escape from his lips.

your eyes widen because this was jamil viper. the man was unmovable on a good day, and annoyed on a bad one; he rarely showed what he thought so clearly on his face. and he most definitely had never cried in front of you. you sink to the ground, him still in his arms and it takes ages for you to calm him down. there's a swell of emotions inside of you too, but you try your best to stay strong for him. he's holding you like someone would try to take you any second, but his grip was also soft; like you'd drift away if he dared hold you so tight.

in the end, he comes to his senses pretty quickly, coughing into his fist with darkened cheeks. but he reiterates that he means every word he said earlier. and he asks you again for your second chance. you hold his hand as you say yes, because of course it was a yes, you were also painfully in love with this stubborn piece of work called jamil viper. and that's the start of your second chance with him.

whew i kinda got carried away bc i love angst. but yeah. jamil viper arranged marriage is. *sighs dreamily* yeah...

#/trau replies #/jamil lover anon #jamil viper #mmm angst #you don't know yet #but i love my angst #like i will whump my babies without question #just for that hurt/comfort #jamil viper x reader

[spaghetti-in-soup]

hello again

yk how in dwit logan says; "He's playing to your sensitivities." when talking about why remus is like a big threat to thomas in that scene remus does that same thing again by playing to logans sensitivities and ignoring him to get a reaction in wtit. in this case, logans reaction was meant to make him come to a realization that how hes treated is getting a bit outta control

#logan angst #logan sanders #ts logan #remus sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #mmm angst #ig you could tell i think logan is cool asf #this is random asf too

[nico00235]

Sounds like your a spicynoodles fan . . . Does Red Son in your AU try to help MK turn back to normal? Or help him control his new power? I imagine you have tons of angst ideas with them in mind. (Unless you prefer to make it a Traffic Light Trio thing and have Mei and Red Son working together to help MK?)

first of all, thanks for the comment, i thought it wasn't too obvious 😊💞

And yes! Well, kinda, let's remember that Red Son's strength is not ice but fire, so they have certain mishaps but HEY at least they try :))

AND YES PLEASE, ANGST IS WHAT I EAT IN THE BREAKFAST, SO PLEASE, i already have ideas in mind, so yeah

But i also prefer traffic light in this one! BOTH ARE GOOD OK??? both? Both it's good -nods-

#nico answers (as he screams at the screen) #bone soul au #lego monkie kid #they all work together #Red Son is now everyone's teacher #i just hope in s future i can make more comics like this #MMM ANGST

[modern-inheritance]

Because vs For

Oooooooooh

Epiphany!

There is a major difference between dying because of someone and dying for them.

Choice. Though people typically don’t want to die under the circumstances, they will die for someone if they believe in them/love them/whatever. Because implies an action being taken on the person, for implies they are doing it of their own free will. Does that make sense?

There is also a distinct difference between Fäolin and Glen in that Glen understands that Arya doesn’t want anyone dying for her. She wants them to fight on for her.

That’s part of why she’s so upset. She and Fäolin knew each other since childhood, loved each other, and yet they didn’t understand each other quite to the level they thought. It doesn’t change that they loved each other, but at the same time Arya is the one that survived, she can’t ask these questions of Fäolin and know for sure it’s his response as it would have been should he have lived. And she’s left alone to grapple with revelations that she’s never going to get solid, true closure with.

#eragon #inheritance cycle #the cyclists #modern inheritance #the inheritance cycle #ket's modern inheritance cycle #the world of eragon #arya #modern inheritance stories #arya drottningu #faolin #fäolin #mmm angst #but like the good kind?