#Angstttttt

[chickenkurage]

WIP of CSAlanBecker "Muzzled Alan"

After the events from Chapter 8 to 10 from the Arc Three of my Creator-Stickman!Alan, it's time for drawn angst! We love hurting characters don't we?

I genuinely feel bad writing this fic now, I'm looking at it with a hand on my forehead to the fact that there are many chapters drafted where Alan is still stuck in there XDD. - S

Might take a LONG while to finish because as much as I want suffering and angst, I can't help but feel so sad for bro's situation :(( Bro's just a helpless victim of circumstances and can't escape his situation. - JM

Read Chapter 10 here -> Chapter 10 of "Would you tell me I'm worthy?"

[lizardlaw974]

I drew this about 3-4 years ago I think, as a WIP for a really angsty Tokomaru comic, and I periodically remember its existence and want to go back to it

Before promptly forgetting for another year before I come back to it

[marznova]

La-Lloyd's aftermath of the argument, the sad greenbean boy 💔

[a-living-cartoon]

Look who just made an angsty ACC animatic meme!

I don’t really know much about making things like this so this was kind of a practice run by I’m pretty happy with it. I hope this reaches its target audience (the few folks that like this story year round)

[decayfreely]

Part 1

Riot knew something was off about himself. He can't remember his childhood. He gets flashes of sterile rooms and shouting and gets nightmares of pressure on his head and wakes up with blood pouring from his nose. His parents tell him that he's probably sensitive to the house's dry air.

He doesn't talk about his parents. He doesn't like to think about them if he can help it. He remembers when he was younger he would cling to them, afraid of something. Probably whatever his brain won't let out. He remembers how he started to grow colder, or how his parents did.

He's pretty sure he's adopted. He hopes he is, they would hate to grow into either of their faces. Into their anger or ignorance. He likes to imagine he has a real family out there, missing him desperately. He wonders if they would let him have a door to his bedroom. He wonders if they would like him as a guy. As someone not a woman or man, but likes to be masculine anyways. He knows they wouldn't. He knows they're not real. He knows it's stupid to wish he was adopted.

He was a quiet kid, barely ever talked. His parents had to take him out of school to learn how to talk more. He knew all the words, he just didn't say them. Didn't say anything. His mom told him these things happen. It wasn't common, but it wasn't bad. She said a lot of stuff wasn't bad.

Riot gets moved to Hawkins after his sophomore year. During the summer some kids from his school thought it'd be funny to egg their house and had been delighted to find Riot's window open. Riot doesn't remember much of that. They do remember the sensation of blood dripping down their nose and their steaming. Apparently the house ended up in flames with all 3 kids in it. He doesn't remember. He knows they got ran out of town even though he was trespassed and attacked.

Hawkins was a new start. Riot refuses to "tone it down" but needed the rumors to die quickly. Eddie Munson fixed that up quick. Eddie was nice, funny, and proudly himself. He needed protection just as much as they did. Riot wasn't one for preaching on lunch tables, but was one to get into fights over morals and friends. He got into DnD quickly, liking the ability to fight his problems away. He played a goliath barbarian and no one even questioned that he played a guy. Jeff played a badass girl and Freak played a Firbolg without pronouns. They fit in.

[paradoxlemonade]

Woe, Avidmc doodles be upon ye

[kolorace]

I love Gin and him

happy birthday @dreemurr-skelememer

Here lemme send this thing I did w @kolorace a few weeks ago for ur troubles

I love gin

[spidey-bie]

Fic Idea:

Hobie who keeps something from his ex after they break up with him. He keeps the object on his person at all times.

(Bonus: He loses the item while on a mission and breaks down when he realizes that he has nothing connecting him to reader anymore.)

[trickstarbrave]

im rly in the mood for nerevoryn angst. argggggg

[the-crooked-be-back]

"I'm... I'm so sorry... I am so so so very sorry..." He says trying to comfort Lemon.

“…you doin’ better..?”

*Lemon finally asked, her eyes absently searching the ground. She had been holding him for a good solid time now, not having bothered counting the minutes of his distress.*

*She tipped her head back, looking up at him. Her normally cold eyes painted with empathy. She hadn’t loosened her grip on his leg, keeping him in the hug. Her own pain was dulled by her growing concern for him.*

( @lemonliscious )

"Not really but... Sure... I guess... Just thinking now... Really all I can do..."

[imaginarianisms]

"You live under the delusion that you can fix everything that isn’t perfect."- Aurane to Laenyra

❝Daorun iksis vok dōre mazilībagon isse dōron, dubazma, yn issa sylvie naejot umbagon lōtirī.❞ Laena spoke to her cousin calmly as the sunlight filtered in through her window, the golden rays illuminating her chestnut brown skin like the fire-gold glow of dawn, her dress of fine blue green silks popped against the deep bronze of her skin, and the sunlight catching her amethyst eyes, a sight many men were in awe of. A gloved hand toys with her necklace of sapphires, freshwater pearls, blue diamonds and a silver seahorse, the sigil of her house.

Laena spoke in Valyrian so as to conceal what they were saying. Ever since the fall of the Targaryen dynasty, the High Valyrian literacy rates had decreased considerably in Westeros, so it was highly unlikely most would understand what they were saying, an advantage she was more than happy to use to their advantage. News of Aurane's whereabouts with Sansa Stark had reached her men, and likely Daella's as well. She had invited her cousin over to break her fast the following morning, knowing they were each other's only solace as the only remaining kin they had in the capital.

Monford had died in the Battle of Blackwater, Monterys was only a six year old boy with Clementine who had just entered womanhood not too long ago as his regnant and she had reluctantly been supporting Stannis as a result of her lord father's death. Laenaera was stuck in the North in the aftermath of the Red Wedding, still supporting Robb Stark despite the Boltons and taking care of the aged Lord Ondrew. Sometimes she wondered if Aurane should have been with the rest of the Velaryons. Aurane would have loved the adventures in Essos. However, her mother, her twin brother Corlys, Daella and Jacaera had taken far too long in their quest across the Narrow Sea known to the rest of Westeros as a mere business trip to the Free Cities, and the longer they stayed away from Westeros, the more questions were whispered at court. As her mother and by by extension House Velaryon's eyes and ears in King's Landing, she could no longer afford any setbacks. As much as she tried to be delicate with her cousin, knowing all too well that the Battle of Blackwater effected him far more than he let on, he and Monford were as close as trueborn brothers, she had to be as stern as her mother was. So she spoke with Lady Shaera's voice. ❝Gaomagon ao daor shifang se hinikagon iksā jigagho īlva lentor isse se skorkydoso dokimare bisa iksis? Konīr issi laesi tolviot. Lentor Velaryon iksis isse hinikagon.❞

Her voice was as sharp as the edge of a blade, but it was necessary at this point. Tywin's eyes were on her back, as were Cersei's. One wrong move, one misspoken word, one word in the wrong ear could put her entire house in jeopardy. And if anyone heard the rumors that Aurane Waters the Bastard of Driftmark was associating himself too closely let alone romantically and sexually to the disgraced traitor's daughter who was already married to Tyrion Lannister, word of rebellion would spread quickly. They both knew Joffrey's wrath knew no bounds, and Tywin Lannister was an even greater man to fear. She shudders. The Red Wedding was proof enough of that. ❝Gaomagon jaelā naejot morghūljagon tolī Edhārd Stārke, Rōb Stārke se zȳhon jelmōñe vali? Se kēlio ēza se zoklīo. Gaomagon daor tepagon Sānsa Stārke tolī mundari dōre qūvir.❞

She pointed at the door, out beyond her chambers and to the Queen's ballroom. ❝The King spared you on a mere whim that night. The Queen is more than fond of you. Everyone says you are Rhaegar Targaryen returned. Tommen adores you as he does Loras. If someone hears of your carnal activities with Sansa, Cersei will cast you aside, House Velaryon would be accused of falling into bed with House Stark and we will all be in danger, if not at most rounded up and executed. Ao gīmigon skoros se dārys iksis. Ao skoros zȳhon vēdros iksis vēttan hen. Ao ūndan skoros ziry gōntan hen konīr. Ziry ivestretan zirȳla emilza zȳhon ñuhoso lēda zirȳla ziksoso isse naejon hen zȳhon qȳbor. Se tolvys sōptas. Tȳhrion Lānistor's vēdros iksis hae zōbrie hae se perzyssy bona Balerion zaltan Harrenhal.❞ There was emotion in her voice and in the way she spoke, feeling the disgust rising in her throat and her heart sinking in her chest, remembering that not one of Joffrey's men, not even the Queen, had stood in Sansa Stark's defense. And Alayaya... poor, sweet Alayaya... Seeing the Summer Islander girl's wounds made her want to weep herself, but as her men escorted her back to her mother, she knew she had to keep to her house words, to remain strong, true and brave despite herself so as not to alarm the younger girl. Lady Laenyra had a very firm word with Tyrion Lannister that day, the rules of polite society be damned.

Westeros doesn't care for girls like Sansa, Arya, Alayaya, Arianne, Prusella, Elia and I.

Aurane had always had eyes for Sansa even when she was betrothed to Joffrey. She remembered that night when Aurane had intended to run up to the Tower of the Hand to declare his intentions to duel Prince Joffrey for Sansa's hand in marriage to Eddard Stark, and to his credit, the Bastard of Driftmark would likely win against that little beast, but Lady Shaera Velaryon made quick work to shut down such follies. Laenyra dipped her head before reaching out to grasp at his hand, thumb rubbing against the back of it in her best attempts at comforting him. ❝Our gods of the Summer Isles see no difference between the birth, status nor love of a bastard and a trueborn lady... but these are not the Summer Isles, this is Westeros, Aurane. Se Stārke riña iksis gevie se sȳz, kessa, se nyke gīmigon ao jorrāelagon zirȳla, se nyke gīmigon Sānsa gaomas jorrāelagon ao, yn issa daor sylvie naejot jorarghugon zirȳla.❞

A sigh escapes her painted lips, shaking her head, voice hushed. ❝I have sent a raven to Maester Harrin at Driftmark gīmēdegon īlva lentor... and soon you will be alone. And I cannot guarantee your safety here. Alerie Hightower briefly broached the topic with me before, and now Olenna Tyrell has asked me to marry her grandson and heir. It is past time I was wed. After Joffrey weds Margaery, I will be marrying Willas Tyrell. I will become Lady of Highgarden, and who else is a better candidate than me? Summer Sea blood runs warm in me and I am one of the most beautiful women of our era. Willas is intelligent, studious, educated, goodhearted, gentle, kind and is one of the most eligible bachelors of our time with the finest hawks, hounds and horses.❞

It was clear in her eyes and in her voice that she was actually very excited to meet her prospect of a new husband. She'd purposely cast aside every marriage offer her way. It had paid off. Laena III Velaryon was very persuasive in more ways than one, in both her words and her body, and she would make him love and desire her. Arianne would be so jealous. Highgarden was going to be hers. Mother wouldn't have to worry about her safety anymore now that she was going to be in good hands among golden roses. It would mend the centuries old wound since the Dance of the Dragons when Hightower and Velaryon were once at war with each other, and perhaps with time she would reveal her family's true whereabouts to win them over for House Targaryen. Valaena Velaryon's grimoire and arcane library in Driftmark had worked well enough. The Bastard of Driftmark's journey, however, was soon going to be far more perilous.

❝I care for you, Aurane, and for Lady Sansa, but I must place House Velaryon first.❞

[gatekepts-a]

          ❛  i  never  wanted  this  for  us.  ❜

[alex-dante]

People be sleeping on megasoundop

Especially tfp because imagine being the most kindest and considering mech ever and who you though were the loves of your life still leave you

Id be devastated

[satellitespinner]

https://www.tumblr.com/satellitespinner/772253201891278848/ive-been-so-insecure-w-my-writing-lately-for-no?source=share

we need fluf pls

Soon babies :3

[formulapookie]

the i‘m not going to move on post is like 100% these lyrics:

Darling, there's a part of me

I'm afraid will always be

Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life

The weeds up through the concrete

The traffic picking up speed

All my love and terror

Balanced there between those eyes

DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY?

YOU SUCCEEDED

GOD

this is Marc's point of view obviously and it hurts

it hurts so bad because I think about what if it was me going through that?

I know I too am too much of a lover to resent people for what they do no matter how bad

I know I'd do the same as Marc and it terrifies me

god self-analysing self through rosquez brakeup is good

[southparkmenace]

Hey I think I have the fanfic you’re looking for

Is it The Call of the Void by MawoftheMagnetar?

Dude oh my god thank you!!

When I tell you I've looking for this for days lol

Thank you so much! Ahhhhhh