#yeah angst

[patchys-art-blog]

A redraw of my 2024 drawing of black and white spy 🥹

also this spray paint drawing was kinda rushed so. SHUSH.

2024

For some reason when I first got into the Spy vs. Spy fandom I kept drawing the spies with these hair tufts because I thought they looked bald but I don’t do that anymore ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Did I improve? 🥹

[dawnbreaaker]

Look out! Here comes my first writing piece!

To be completely honest, I'm not sure what to title this. I heard a slightly depressing tiktok audio and this is what came into fruition from it. Enjoy. Oh and also. I know this is tagged angst but it really isn't heart wrenching enough to classify. So uhhhh yeah.

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Admittedly, you were getting attached.

Falling for someone who didn’t exist.

A set of pre recorded lines

that made your heart flutter like no other.

In the grand scheme of things,

his existence seemed inconsequential.

But he was special.

Special to you.

His laughter,

sarcastic remarks and smart quips;

Something no one could replace,

you think.

Playing that silly little game that brings you such joy,

his voice appears,

washing away every doubt in your mind.

Even so,

your heart aches.

Such an intricate thing this game was.

You couldn’t deny

He was everything you wanted,

right there.

Yet so far out of reach.

But you’re okay with that.

Stanley in your place,

While you yearn for someone

You can never have.

[urmumsstuff]

coming home

because apparently the sibling dynamic is popular I shalt give a crumb of reader waking up

reader listened to the sound of rain on the hospital window the tv dreadfully silent for the first time in forever. The never-ending sounds of people cooking cat food like it was a proper ingredient haunted her in ways unknown to mankind.

she wasn't trying to be dramatic it was a constant background noise that drove her forward to wake up again. the first thing she did upon waking up was to tell the nearest nurse to turn the fucker off. ironically pulling off a level of stubbornness that Wukong would have been proud off until it was done.

the second thing she requested was that only her twin be called. she wanted to know how her cat was doing and knew damn well he was most likely making the orange tabby fatter than a butterball turkey.

other memories haunted her of things her family said. her and her mother didn't have the best relationship neither of the twins did but some of the words she remembered flushed across her memory.

and yet she still didn't know how she had gotten here.

her brother arrived some hours later peeking in and watching as she scrolled through various things on her charged phone.

"hey corpse" his voice was stilted it was him but clearly worried and wanting to make sure it was really him.

"that's your nickname, not mine," reader told him but there was a smile of relief on her face. then her head tilted and she felt a familiar weight one that shouldn't be there on her ear.

she picked it up and took it off looking at the ornate piece with only a small amount of uncomfortable silence.

"it showed up, like two days ago, I brought it up but no one could see it or if they did they forgot soon after looking away" he was next to her now holding it in his hands nose wrinkling in distaste "it is kinda tacky"

that got an unruly snort from flower as her twin settled into a chair with a familiarity he shouldn't have had. like it was his own mini home away from home.

"What happened?" it was her turn to sound slightly stilted a tiny tremble in her voice as she looked at her twin

"I don't know I found you, I was letting myself in to steal a pair of your boxing gloves for a cosplay, and you were on the ground in a heap like you had been discarded, I was hoping you could tell me" her lips pressed together and her hand brushed across a scar that handed been there when she fell asleep, in fact, she remembered getting it in a fight against the six earred macaque she could still see the drag marks of his claws. thankfully her brother didn't comment on it or seem to see it.

"I don't remember either just that I was aware stuff was going on and I kept trying to wake up" It hurt lying to him, she had gotten good at lying hadn't she? he was just trying to help.

"so the cooking channel?"

"When I can walk again I am stabbing you with scissors"

she didn't comment on the nurse that walked in later on, not even when she noted the nurse had to sharp of features and teeth to match. a voice that sounded like an old friend. the less her brother knew the safer he was when it came to the mess that was gods and demons she got herself tangled up in

[edgy-artkid]

Oh yeah

Yk since Space is a hybrid, he lives way longer then any normal human right?

So they can’t grow old together, him and Dib. They can’t grow old together, Dib won’t be with Space till his end. Space will be with Dib till his end though. They probably haven’t even talked about this till they notice the signs. Dib being more slower and not able to keep up with Space. Space still being up and running like nothing despite being older then Dib by at least a year.

So their ship has been doomed from the start

Unless, some weird unmentioned thing happens

Even if they did talk about this, Space can only delay the inevitable. Zim isn’t any help despite being smart enough to think of a way to get Dib to live longer. But then again he’ll live longer then the both of them, he’s probably already accepted this as it just being the way things are a long time ago

[supertoyslastallsummerlong]

TENSE path unlocked

Connor asked Kamski about Jericho and never saved Hank

Upd: gifs made from this video

[cliocodex]

Remembering

A snippet I wrote a while back .....Revan after the Leviathan.... for insight into what's up with the sisters, read this ;)

How does one begin to remember? Revan. That was true, he knew, but what was his memory and what was the legend?

The ship was quiet; the others sleeping. Through the Force he felt them, most still radiating a lingering distrust. It came easier now the reaching out, like somehow knowing who he was had flipped a switch and the things he’d once done with ease came back to him in a rush. Aoibhinn was the loudest, felt like cold steel and chaos even as she slept. His sister. Somehow that felt the most logical of all of it, yet also the hardest, a reminder of the other sister he could not yet remember but once had known so well. The one he knew he’d somehow failed.

You called him Alek, Aoibhinn had said. That must mean something, but perhaps only what he didn’t need his memories to know - that Revan and Malak had been friends before they’d been master and apprentice, so he’d of course called the man Alek before the war. Just some residual knowledge seeping through.

His eyes searched the black against his eyelids, looking for that calm quiet center. He needed to remember.

Alek. His voice, younger as was the face close above him. Grass tickled at his ear, a rock poked at the small of his back, but he couldn’t move despite the discomfort of that, or rather didn’t want to, not wanting the other face to leave. For a moment he closed his eyes in the vision, felt the sun across his skin and the heat of something else. Then the face spoke, called him another name, the one from before Revan. His eyes opened to see that face smiling but radiating something else, too, a hunger he wanted to answer.

In the dark of the cargo hold, he raised his hand to touch the face in the dream, saw his past self mirror the motion, Alek. It was just one finger, the barest graze across his cheek and jaw, but enough that it made the other’s eyes blaze. Their bodies were already touching; they’d been wrestling, he thought. The rock in his back stung; his hips shifted almost involuntarily to relieve the pressure of it and….

His eyes flew open in the present, his breath coming in pants. Fuck. He saw now where this was going, the implication of the vision that was really a memory. It hurt. But he needed to know. He forced his breath even, closed his eyes lightly.

It was Dantooine, in the past, some place out in the plains. In the present he knew this memory wasn’t the first time they’d been to this place, but it was the first time they’d come this close to naming the wanting thing between them. Alek. He’d had a head full of hair then and a face that was whole; the ghost of his past self ran his hands through that hair and across that face, emboldened by the pounding of his heart and the hardness against his thigh.

He’d been ashamed at first for being clumsy, all teeth and tongue, but Alek was not. I have to be better at something, he’d laughed. And then it didn’t matter anymore. In the present he ached, remembering that wanting, forced his eyes to open, tried to find a focus on the faint shapes in the dark. Too much.

But the memories chased him anyway; he’d opened the box and couldn’t close it back. Alek’s hair was gone now, but he still had his face, could still smile in that way if he wanted, but never did. They’d ended the war. I’ll follow you, wherever this leads. Alek took his mask and kissed him roughly, the thing between them so heavy. The memories were jumbled, incomplete, but whiffs of true things he knew.

He’s a weakness. What voice was that? His own? Alek’s eyes burned now with something different, their wanting corrupted and jealous. Do not test me. His own voice, so cold, none of the warmth of the time on Dantooine.

Is that what you think this is, Revan, a test? Worried I might best you? The mouth that said those things was twisted and cruel. He’d kissed that mouth, had moaned as that mouth had mapped all of his flesh, still wanted the man who’d been. I’ll follow you….that mouth had promised. And the problem was that he had, followed him right into the abyss and had drowned in it.

Gods no. He knew in his gut what he’d see before the memory came, maybe he’d known as soon as he’d seen Malak on the Leviathan, why he’d wanted him to be Alek despite the impossibility of that. I did this, he said to the dark of the cargo hold. Alek. They’d sparred so many times over the years, Alek one of the few who could best him, maybe the only one now if he fought fair. Weakness. Blades and eyes blazed, Malak’s one to his two. I loved you. Who had said that or had they both? And then it was over; he’d walked away leaving Malak writhing on the floor, his face broken.

I did this, his voice in the present a hoarse whisper. And they were still trying to kill each other, weren’t they? He scrubbed his face, wondered if the masters had known when they sent him to find the maps with false memories in his head. Bile rose in his throat. He could do it now, kill Malak. He’d have to. Malek would be waiting for him on the Star Forge, drinking from the darkness there.

I’ll follow you…

Revan had broken so many things; what was one more?

[graceverse]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Himura Kenshin/Kamiya Kaoru Characters: Himura Kenshin, Kamiya Kaoru, Myoujin Yahiko, Sagara Sanosuke, Takani Megumi, Yukishiro Enishi, Sanjou Tsubame Additional Tags: Jinchuu Arc, angst straight ahead, Romance, y'all know our girl is fine right?, but if you're new to the fandom, SPOILERS!!!!! Summary:

She never comes to his dreams.

He really didn't expect her to, but he wanted it badly enough because where else will he be able to see if her? She is gone. Her smile is gone. Her warmth is gone. Her light is gone. Her laughter. Her kindness. Her strength.

His home.

All of that, gone.

Everything, gone.

[bublegunn]