#YESSS ANGST

[pinkvaquita]

She deserves the better

♡ Pairing: Smoked Cheese x Mozzarella

♡ Flavor: Comfort//hurt. I still don't fucking know how to call it.

♡ Warning: Major death character <3

♡ Author’s note: SECOND SHOT OF THE NIGHT. This was ironicaly the first I wrote from all todays colections. Anyways, I fucking LOVE this two.

♡ Aqui tienes la version en español

He always believed she deserved better. She deserved so much better than him.

Every time he saw her face and got lost in those blue eyes that always smiled at him so calmly, he couldn't help but think one thing. Mozzarella deserved better.

He thought about it when she greeted him from the betting balcony at the coliseum, always finding a way to convince him to put aside his work there and instead keep her company.

He always thought about it every time she sent one of the marzipans with notes. Playful messages just like her. And inevitably she managed to get a slight smile out of him with each one.

He also thought about it when at the parties for the bureaucracy they escaped to a less crowded place. And they looked from afar at the luxury that they could enjoy in those lands.

He thought about it every time she stopped him from doing something crazy that he would regret later. Because she never seemed to even startle or fear him in those outbursts of anger that possessed him from time to time.

He thought about it every time she had to reason and mediate on his behalf, saving him from unnecessary fights.

He thought about it every time she spoke enthusiastically about something curious or funny that she saw, that she heard, that she discovered. Every time he could hear her voice speak with such intelligence.

He thought about it every time he woke up and the first thing he saw was her. So much perfection being what started his days.

And he thought about it today too. And he would have thought about it tomorrow too.

She deserved better than him. Mozzarella deserved someone who was as eloquent, as focused, as enthusiastic, as honest and loyal as she was. She deserved everything good a person could be.

She deserved someone better than the mess of self-centeredness, anger, and pettiness that he was. Since they met, Mozzarella has done nothing but make his life better. Without her, he wouldn't know what would have been to him...

He never understood why she was happy with him. He did not feel capable of giving her the same happiness that she gives him with her mere existence.

He couldn't care for her, couldn't encourage her, couldn't do anything for her in the same way.

He couldn't even protect her.

He gave his all to stop Dark Enchantress, but nothing helped...

She deserved someone who could have stopped this tragedy.

“Mozzie…” — He tried to talk to her despite how painful it was to say a word, making the effort even though more jam than words came out every time he opened his mouth.

As soon as she heard his voice, she reacted. With effort she raised her head to find the image of her beloved husband crawling through the sand and the puddle of his own jam. Her exhausted eyes, even though they should have closed by now, refused to do so. She refused to leave this world without first hearing one last word from him.

It felt like the most tortuous eternity in those short seconds. Smoked was dying between the pain of his wounds from a lost battle and the scraping of sand against his body. His hands gripped the ground as if he were clinging to the little life he had left.

But he knew it was all worth it when he was able to drop down next to her. Her face was the last thing he wanted to see, and her voice the last thing he wanted to hear. And between the tears of pain, disappointment, fear and relief...

“Mozzie…” — He called her one last time.

"Yeah?... "

"... I'm sorry"

There was a short silence, in which she seemed to process his words. And he seemed to feel that the only thing left for him was to wait for the cold of death to reach him.

“W-why are you… asking me for f-forgiveness?”— Her voice for the first time sounded confused and immersed in sadness.

When he didn't answer, Mozzarella felt her own body move on its own. She rolled slightly to get closer and speak to him face to face.

“Smoked…?”

If she had had the strength, she would have shaken her husband's limp body. She would have begged and screamed at the witches up there for a second longer. Just one more second.

Her tears began to fall when she knew the reality. She cried knowing that he was gone, that she was never able to tell him one last time, as she always did whenever those doubts and insecurities attacked him.

“... Smoked, you w-were the best thing that happened to me”

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

❛  why do you even pretend to care?  ❜ (Adam because yum)

He sighs, and keeps looking up at the darkening sky of the pride ring, not facing Adam not yet .

“I’m not.. I’m really not .. “ finally he sits up and looks at him, “.. I ment it, I can give you a place to stay..since you can’t go back “

[outromoony]

Shades of White

@jilymicrofics | Word Count: 340

"White looks good on you," James whispered to Lily, his fingers playfully tugging at her white hoodie. He knew how much Lily hated that color—that color that always reminded her of Petunia, who embodied the very essence of white. It had taken Lily a long time to realize that perhaps Petunia had always been a peculiar shade of gray. She pulled away from him, attempting to maintain her composure. "Shut up, Potter."

———

Lily was crying.

She was hiding in the astronomy tower, trying to evade Marlene's and Mary's questions and expressions of worry. Moments later, Lily sensed another presence in the tower. When she raised her gaze, it was none other than the annoying boy with the round glasses and the messy hair.

"Hey, everything okay?"

Lily didn't answer for a long time; the last thing she needed was James bloody Potter ruining her solitude. But he didn't pressure her. He just looked at her, an expression of concern on his face.

Lily sighed, closing the photo album she had been looking at. The pictures of her and Petunia still haunted her; after all those years, her sister remained her greatest loss.

"Just... reminiscing, I guess."

James sat down beside her, their shoulders barely touching. "You know, sometimes memories are like colors. They can bring out different emotions depending on how we see them."

Lily gave him a curious look. "Colors?"

"Yeah," James said thoughtfully. "Take white, for example. It can symbolize purity, but it can also evoke other feelings, like nostalgia or even forgiveness."

Lily glanced down at her hoodie, the white fabric catching the moonlight. "I never thought of it that way."

———

"White looks good on you," James whispered just for Lily as she walked down the aisle towards him. There was something radiant about James' expression—so much love in his voice and excitement in his smile. He seemed so pure, so luminous, so... white, gazing at her as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Maybe white wasn't such a bad color after all.

[the-real-couchrat]

Uh oh…

[kingkaizen]

thinking about ex-husband geto and the reader having to hang out for the sake of their daughters birthday for the day

thinking about how much tension there would be since this is the first time you’re in the same room for longer than 5 minutes since the divorce

thinking about how attractive you’d find geto as he takes care of your daughter, how great of a dad he is

thinking about how he feels the same way about you, pulling you into your once shared bedroom together to tell you how he truly feels

what could possibly happen then?

[ashethewitch]

Manifesting we see more of Damien’s more vulnerable side later in season 2

He’s always cool and mysterious and cold like that but he clearly cares about everyone

I wanna see this side of him more. I wanna see him break. And while he dosent like opening up to people at all he clearly dosent want to come off as uncaring and even threatening. Professional, sure, calm, yes but not cold and apathetic as it seems like some think he is (cause ‘tism yknow? And yeah I feel like a lot of the dreamworld gang are still kind of scared of him but theyr starting to understand he means well, mostly because of oliver)

I wanna see him fully break down. I wanna see what makes him tick I want Damien angst give it to me

[some-pers0n]

"We need more toxic yuri!" you couldn't even handle Jasper/Lapis

[pine-arten]

obviously this is a generalization, but it’s a pet peeve of mine when people treat arti like this ... anyone else?

[fearfulandhungry]

I looove angst someone talk to me abt Enki angst or any angst but preferably Enki angst PLSSSS

[astro-naut9]

Heyyyy, Astro! :D

Sooo, I haven't actually watched much of Shadow's hundred days videos yet but I've heard that there's this evil scientist guy in it?

Now... There's a lot we can do with that! See, a man of science without morals makes a perfect monster for angst stories!

Consider, Shadow gets experimented on, captured, put into a weird shifting habitat to see his reaction- Any number of weird things! And it just works! All you really gotta do is add in some weird clinical feeling stuff and presto! You have angst!

he...

hehe....

HEHEHEHHEHEHE

frys... u are giving me a lot of scenarios to think about,,, i dont know what to do with them =]

although, i may draw it... but i will probably also write it... including what u had suggested from the past as well =]

( ignoring the fact that I do not know any clinical stuff at all because I've never went to a doctor for many years AND also i am stupid. however, i can always search up things =]] )

[chejuu]

i'm god's little blorbo and she's whumping the hell out of me right now

[dumbassv32]

AUGH I LOVE YOUR PAPYRUS POSTS THEY ARE SO GOOD IM GOING INSANE!!!! I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE TREAT PAPYRUS LIKE AN ACTUAL PERSON WITH ISSUES BECAUSE HE IS ONE!! HE ISNT SOME INNOCENT BABY AUGH THESE ARE REALLY AWESOME SORRY FOR THE RANT LMAO

THANK YOU SO MUCH YAYAYAYAYYAYAYYY AND DON’T WORRY, I GET THAT SO BAD HAVSHVAHAA

IM SO HAPPY THAT U LIKE IT YAYAHSYUAGSJWYSI WAHOOOOOOOOO

[spaciebabie]

You felt eyes trained on you from a few feet away, but you didn’t need to turn your head to know who it was. However, Springtrap had been staring at you like this for just over five minutes now, cheek resting in one hand. You occasionally glanced over at him here and there from out of the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t discern much from his oddly deadpan expression.

“Are you warm or cold?” he muttered suddenly, his gravelly voice a bit shaky from not having used it much that day.

“Huh?” You flinched. “Oh, uh… I suppose it’s only a little chilly in here, but not all bad.”

He nodded, shifting his expressionless gaze to another corner of the room as you tilt your head. “..Why do you ask?”

Springtrap’s eyes widen slightly, appearing to have only just realized how strange such a question may have sounded without any context.

He looks at you, perhaps observing your intermittent fidgeting, before fully turning back to you to reach a trembling furred hand gently cup your cheek. You can already feel your face burning, but Springtrap shows no indication that he even felt the change.

“..It’s not the same,” he finally sighs, his breath shaky and his delicate torso quivers with each little movement. “Sure, I know what you feel like. Kind of. And I suppose I can RECALL feeling hot or cold at one point long ago…”

He trails off for a moment, tilting his head a bit; he must have finally noticed the new pigment in your cheeks.

“Even though I know there’s a surplus of blood rushing to your cheeks right at this moment, I can’t feel the extra heat it’s producing. It’s not enough. Not for these hands. Touching you this way isn’t the same as if I suddenly had every one of my nerve endings again, and could actually feel every detail without, well.. harming you.”

You’re speechless. Where did all of this come from, anyway? Though, you notice an actual expression eventually form, and the spacey look in his eyes has been replaced by a strange sting of loss.

“I used to fear my own heartbeat. The noise was unbearable. Any time I stressed myself, the thing felt like it was trying to punch a hole through every pressure point in my body.”

He chuckled dryly. If he’d been able to, he might have let a tear roll down his cheek.

“Now? I’d give anything to hear that wretched thing again.”

~Mari

THAT. THE. THE ENDING LINE. OHGGGG OGGH MY GOD

[nightcorecarseatheadrest]

The scene in defiant one where snotlout and hiccup are arguing and snotlout sounds like he’s about to cry OUGHH. Rent was DUE.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

dorcas smiled. she was bruised, and there was blood on her hands, a last act of love and revenge for marlene; she looked up to voldemort and grinned, a last act of defiance.

“hello, tom.” she smiled, her voice raspy.

he looked at her, his gaze unwavering.

“you could have done so well in our ranks,” he said quietly, putting his hands together. “you’re a very determined person, and i’ve seen what you can do. seeing what you did to my people.” he let out a low chuckle. “you could have joined us.”

“don’t talk that shit to me,” she growled. “you took away from me everything. everything!” she yelled, anger finally spilling out of her, at her feet, washing over her.

she had already made peace with the idea of death. ever since she had lost marlene, she had almost been waiting for it. the ebb and flow; the ebb took marlene, the flow would come, dorcas’ end, and the ebb would take her away, too.

and if she were to die right there, on the lonely streets of birmingham, then so be it; she died with love in her heart.

[puffpawstries]

I know its silly to do a poll BUT I just want to see if anyone see my idea of him looking in Osomatsu-san