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[angstmemes]

Basic Angst Starters

[angstmemes]

angstmemes:

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

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faiithdefender:

          Words are harsher than expected, bitter questions targeted upon a man who truly doesn’t, and will never, have the answers. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Patrick is certain Brendon knows this, as well. Yet even while aware of this, the defender can’t even attempt to find the magic reply that would halt the blatant pain etching itself everywhere that it’s able.

         He knows this Brendon, the Brendon who is human, the Brendon who he met decades ago when he was only but a teenager. This is the Brendon he wants back, this is the Brendon that surely is still there somewhere.

          ❝ Just because you don’t feel human anymore, doesn’t mean that you aren’t. ❞

                                                                                  he was aware of the harsh truth  ,  that no matter who he asked  ,  he simply wouldn’t ever get the answers he wanted.  there was no one that could help him  ,  he was so far gone in self pity and pent up anger  ,  that he’d gone as far to almost take it out on someone he truly cared for  ,  and the guilt rested upon his features.  brendon refused to admit it  ,  but he wanted to be held  ,  to be told everything would be okay  ,  even if it was a lie.  but patrick couldn’t know that.

❛ i look in the mirror and see what i’ve become  ,  i see a demon  ,  a monster.  i don’t see brendon anymore  ,  only what i’ve let myself become.  and it kills me  ,  because i miss everyone i came to know and love  ,  but they don’t know what it’s like for me...  they never will...  but why aren’t you disgusted by me  ?  i was ready to hurt you  ,  i felt myself getting so close  ,  but you’re...  still here.  why  ? ❜

[hiiscrown-blog]

@imnotbrokcn &. Called.

                                                                ❛ this is so last minute  ,  and i really hate to be a bother  ,  but could i ask you a little question or two  ? ❜  lies  ,  he didn’t care if he was being a bother or not  ,  but he was playing himself up as brendon  ,  he at least had to keep some of his mannerisms  ,  but he needed a few answers  ,  and where better to go than a book shop  ?  especially when it came to needing something along the lines of biblical and satanic readings.

[hiiscrown-blog]

@urulxce &. Called.

                                                          ❛ humans are weird little creatures  ,  aren’t they  ? ❜  an odd question to begin with  ,  but he didn’t bother to mask what he was  ,  not anymore.  a demon trapped in a mortal body ( for the time being )  ,  and he was certain that the other was far from human himself;  perhaps why he was so open about his own thoughts.

❛ kinda like mythical and supernatural creatures  ,  got emotion and all  ,  but you notice how damn fragile they are  ? ❜

[hiiscrown-blog]

onemanbcnd:

There was an immediate awkward silence, Cale not expecting the stranger to stand there, assuming he would’ve walked away after not getting what he requested. He turned his attention back to the guitar he was admiring. It would be hard to replace the one he has since his parents gave him the one he was using, but he’s spending more money repairing it when he could just save up and buy a new one. His attention going back to the male as he finally spoke up.

“Sometimes,” he answered. “I go in there to get parts for my guitar since it keeps on breaking. It’s hard though because I can barely afford it. I can barely afford to live in this city.”

                                                                  ❛ is it really that rough for you  ,  man  ? ❜  not his concern  ,  but a bit of small talk wouldn’t have killed him  ,  and perhaps it would’ve taken his mind off damn nicotine cravings.  talk of price only made him think about his own conditions  ,  he was loaded  ,  thanks to his career  ,  he wasn’t ignorant of other’s struggles  ,  however.  and personally  ?  whatever humanity remained in him was merely curious to know that bit more about the other  ,  not that it was guaranteed he’d let him in that much.

❛ if your guitar keeps breaking  ,  wouldn’t it be easier to replace it  ? ❜

[hiiscrown-blog]

I have everything in my queue, I’m so slow, I’m sorry. ;w;

[scp372]

[hiiscrown-blog]

Hᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ₀₀₁  —— HUMANITY.

Brendon still has weak moments, where he wishes he hadn’t died, though with Vis’ pride being the main personality point, it prevents him from allowing the cracks to show, unless he’s close enough to someone, to explain how he feels. Since the events of Em/peror’s N/ew C/lothes, he dominantly remains in the new form he’d created for himself, some kind of ‘layer’ to hide whatever humanity remains in him. 

Greed is a strong point in his personality as of the events, desire for luxurious items or anything of value, anything he claims as his. Although Brendon himself isn’t one for such things, it’s the demon inside him that wants it, which leads to a personality struggle. When traveling in the human form, he can hear the demon’s voice in his head, pushing needs to steal things that interest him, but since he carries some of his humanity, he can fight the urges to do so.

[hiiscrown-blog]

❣//definitely feel free to ignore this tho! :0

Send in a ❣ for a random kiss. | accepting | @faiithdefender | 14. a sad / crying kiss. 

                                               there was definite cracks in his prideful personality when it had come to patrick  ,  he was one of the only people that happened to know just what had happened to him  ,  to know that no matter what way it was to be looked at  ,  he was dead.  a shell of who he once was  ,  and he never felt the need to allow basic emotion around anyone else  ,  so why was he so damn special  ?

it confused him to no end  ,  and after a more heartfelt talk  ,  when he had admitted how much he wished he could simply be himself again  ,  he had finally broken down.  once bottled up emotions spilled out  ,  tears fell down cheeks  ,  whines of sadness slipping out with any attempts to speak  ,  oh how far he’d fallen.  only in his human form  ,  could he find it easier to show the cracks  ,  vis was the demon  ,  the one that held pride and desire closer than brendon ever did.

hands desperately gripped onto patrick’s shirt  ,  a need for closeness pushed aside all thought of asking if he could do it in the first place.  his head was a total mess  ,  his heart as equally messy  ,  it’d be the reason behind his next choice.  he was always on the boundaries of going too far when it came to friends  ,  but this wasn’t banter.  this was desperation.  before he had a chance to talk himself out of it  ,  he connected their lips  ,  one hand moved off patrick’s shirt  ,  and instead to the side of his neck.  even as brendon pulled back  ,  it was only just enough for him to be able to whisper against his lips.

❛ please don’t leave me.  i don’t wanna be alone again. ❜

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faiithdefender:

            ❝ You’re only a monster if you choose to be. You let this happen, Brendon. ❞ His prior friend’s name is uttered within a gentle whisper, unknowing of what to address him as anymore.

                                                                ❛ did i let it happen  ,  patrick  ? ❜   words were spoken harshly  ,   he didn’t know what happened  ,  he didn’t know that selfish desire lead to his goddamn death  ,  that he was dragged to hell  ,  rather than the heaven he believed he would’ve gotten.  gaze averted to the ground  ,  unable to maintain further eye contact.

❛ i didn’t have a choice.  you try being rejected from a holy land  ,  then getting thrown into the pits of hell itself.  you adapt to the surroundings  ,  you change to survive.  that’s what i did.  i can still come here and be brendon  ,  but it won’t ever be the same again.  i fake who i am  ,  patrick.  even if i can still hold that look...  i don’t feel like him anymore. ❜  to drop his ‘ new look ’  ,  he had allowed himself to change to his old self  ,  holding his human form  ,  not for his own sake.  for patrick’s.

❛ i don’t feel human anymore. ❜

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faiithdefender:

           Eyes narrow, honey tinted brows now stitching together, blatant confusion masking rigged features.

           ❝ –Brendon’s friends… Aren’t you and Brendon the same? ❞

                                                             ❛ i was him  ,  but i don’t feel like him anymore.  i’m more or less a fucking monster.  you can’t sit here and say that i’m the brendon you knew. ❜   as much as he had attempted to mask the sadness  ,  he was certain it had slipped into his words  ,  which he’d kick himself for later.

[snailtattoo-deactivated20210605]

Brendon chasing a piece of confetti

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ϟ (((:

Send a “ϟ” for my muse’s reaction to your’s running their fingers along a scar on my muse’s body | selectively accepting | @faiithdefender

                                                               almost immediately  ,  the demon had frozen up  ,  a simple touch to the small scar on his back had almost paralyzed him.  it had no real story behind it  ,  it was rather stupid  ,  but he’d almost forgotten about it until he felt the extra sensitivity of it.  he moved himself away from patrick’s touch  ,  amber hues carried a tint of sadness  ,  the scar was still a reminder from his past life  ,  when he was human  ,  not a monster.  silence was broken with a sigh  ,  before he had finally found his own voice  ,  he wasn’t used to the feeling  ,  sadness.  so damn foreign.

❛ some stage jumps don’t go well  ,  think that’s enough proof.  i’d forgotten about that one  ,  actually.  but why did you have to touch it  ?  was looking not enough  ? ❜

[flleure]

I’m taking back the crown I’m all dressed up and naked I see what’s mine and take it

[heavenlybrendon]

Behind the scenes of Brendon Urie’s Photoshoot. x

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faiithdefender:

          Feet padding against the floor resound inside an echo, bright baby blues faltering as amber optics harden their gaze upon him. 

            ❝ People? You believe that people can be your property? ❞

                                                                     ❛ disagreements of such fact lead to ━ ❜   silence.   arms unfolded as a single claw reached his neck   ,   onyx nail dragged across the skin so tenderly   ,   smirk risen upon the corner of his lips.

❛ they don’t want to be mine   ,   they’re gone.   they are my property   ,   they were once...   brendon’s friends   ,   but they’re just like pets to me. ❜

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hellfirebound:

                             Suffice to say, it was quite unusual for people to talk to him, but at least he wasn’t in a suit for once. Usually, it was beggars who wanted money or what have you, but for now, he wasn’t even going to bother doing his usual ‘get lost’ routine that he usually did as a deep breath escaped his lips right before he grunted.

❛ Don’t you have a phone or something? I don’t know…. usually that tells people were things are. You know, goggle or android maps? ❜     Granted, he was being a bit ruder than he should have been, but when wasn’t he these days?

                                                                      he hadn’t expected to be met with rudeness   ,   but he could’ve just happened to have a run - in with someone having a bad day;   wasn’t like it was unnatural.   though the question raised made him bite down on his bottom lip   ,   teeth dragging along as he tried to think of a quick excuse   ,   telling him he didn’t have a damn phone would sound stupid.   although it was still the damn truth.

❛ i tried that already   ,   damn things are inaccurate as hell   ,   ended up having me on the other side of town.   unless i’m just horrible with directions.   if i’m being a nuisance   ,   i’ll leave you be. ❜