Could you maybe write something where 2D has some kind of breakdown and is just kind of a mess and s/o has to comfort him? I live for angst oh my god why do I hurt the ones I love?! Thank you!!! Ps: I’m in love with your page oml 💖

2d-imagines:

B O I  H A V E  T H E  A N G S T

I was gonna sleep but then my friend started talking about our upcoming trip to the London Aquarium, and my mind immediately went to this ask. Enjoy some fucking ANGST my dudes

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Your eyes light up as you walk under the gently undulating blue light of the arch, turning your head in a slow circle to take in everything around you.

The room is completely black, lit up on by fibre optic lights in the ceiling, and every 4 feet or so are large circular tanks. Jellyfish swim in slow, lazy groups behind them, their odd skirts drifting in the artificial currents. 2D sticks close to the entrance, looking around nervously before pacing in, walking quickly and grabbing your hand as you walk, pressing up against your back.

To outside eyes, he must look like an overly affectionate boyfriend, but you look back at him as you lead him over to the first tank, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

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