#self ship angst

[kayakoto-enterprises]

This is for the self shippers whose self ship story doesn't start out all lovey dovey. This is for flawed f/os, grieving, ugly, angry, and mean ones. The ones who step on your feet, the ones who talk over you, the ones that boss you around, the cold hearted ones. This one is for the hurt feelings, the sadness or the forced docility. This one is for those whose f/os took a while to get around.

For whatever circumstance, they do. They do look you in the eyes and they apologize. Of course words won't fix all wounds. But they mellow out, they try mending wounds they themselves caused, they own up or grieve those words. Every time you cry internalizing what they said previously they do everything to fix or to mold into something positive. They want you to associate their words now with apology. With love. With admiration. With care.

They lay awake with you thinking of new days and memories to fold over the hurtful ones. The days where they were so callous but now they're dedicated to changing and improving. Their hugs feel protective and whole, to shield you from even themselves.

The hurt can't be erased but your f/o is trying, trying so so so hard to let you know they're getting better and that they'll love you better.

🍓🍓 PROSHIP DNI 🍓🍓

THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT ROMANTICIZING ABUSE. THIS IS ABOUT TRYING TO HEAL PAST HURT, BUT ALSO LIVING WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OF PAST HURT.

[ams-puppy]

AM would not be kind and this is something worth acknowledging

[stanfordsopossumhusband]

Why must I have so many angsty thoughts about my f/os

Pro.ship/com.ship DNI

[skyliv]

corrows i am. so sorry😭

Marie bolted out of the trial home as soon as she could. Her wing were held close, blanketing her from the sight on the floor. She felt like she was hyperventilating, she didn’t know what would qualify as a panic attack, but this sure felt close.

She’s a bird, and like any avian, she flutters away at the first sight of adversity. Agatha followed shortly behind her, silently staring back at the boy hunched over the body.

She stumbles out, falling onto her stomach on the carpet of dead leaves that marked the road. Sickening gold light surrounded the women, an odd aura that made the mutant’s head spin. She heard a faint shuffling behind her as Agatha rose, and she struggled to get to her knees when the witch steps forward.

“Agatha- Agatha what the hell happened in there, she-“ Marie’s voice came quick, and she had to flap her good wing just to balance and stand.

The witch didn’t look back, her gaze fixated on her palm and the small violet spark finally lighting up within it.

“Agatha, please- What did you do?” Marie steps to her side, her brows furrowed and her dress tattered and torn. “What did your mother mean?”

“I’m sure you know what she meant,” Agatha quickly extinguishes the spark of magic, closing her hand and finally turning to Marie. “I’m nothing but a monster.”

“That- That’s what my parents said! Nothing came out of that!” Marie’s wings flared behind her, and she tagged along when Agatha began walking.

“Well they didn’t mean it.”

“What does that mean? Of course they did! They hated us, we- We have that in common!” Marie, just as she is when anything happens, looks like a mess, “You- You probably couldn’t have chosen whether you absorbed her power!”

“You think I didn’t want that?”

“Yes!”

A few more thuds sound from behind them as the other witches retreat from the trial.

“Come on, bird brain, you know why I’m here,” Agatha lowers her voice, finally stopping in her tracks at the sound of the other witches. “Why can’t I get some power back early? She’ll be fine, I’m sure the Road will bring her back to haunt me.”

Marie shook her head quickly, reaching to hold Agatha’s shoulders, “She attacked you, y- You didn’t know what you were doing! Sweetheart you were possessed!”

“Oh don’t ‘sweetheart’ me!” The witch snaps, whirling around to face Marie. “If you had powers, I’d have them four years ago. But you don’t, your only power is sticking insufferably at my side and whining!”

“Then take that power!” Marie barks, her wings pressed to the side of her head, “We have something else in common, and I don’t care how much worse that makes us- I don’t care how many times you’ve sucked the power out of witches…”

Agatha raises a brow, scowling at Marie’s pathetic insistence.

“If you can’t take that power from me, I’ll never stop using it.”

“You’ve served your purpose.” The witch takes a small step back, crossing her arms, “You could’ve left me three years ago.”

“But I didn’t, and how did you react?”

The remaining coven approaches, and Marie glances over Agatha’s shoulder before she raises her voice.

“You felt! Don’t think I didn’t see that! When that bitch clipped my wing, you felt- The night before that battle, you felt- You’re human, and nothing you do or anything your mother said will convince me otherwise… I don’t care if you don’t love me anymore, but I’m not going anywhere.”

ok i don’t feel like writing it but agatha steps up to teen after and rather than trying to tease about it, she sounds pissed. “you’re just like your mother” already upset

[espresso-ships]

You guys ever see someone else self ship with your f/o and at first you're like: Awww more people like them! 🥰 But then you see people be like: "I ship it!!" And then, suddenly you're like: But... But that's my f/o 💔 BECAUSE SAME P A I N :')

(This is not supposed to be hateful btw! I have NOTHING against ppl with the same f/o's as me. Just a lil sad rant lol <3)

[pastelpousay]

Random but yea (Also Tw ahead!!)

Idk I just wanted to talk about this because it’s been on my mind and yea. Also I’m just gonna shameless talk about this because I never see anyone mention $h when it comes to f/o angst or just angst in general like 😭😭 I’m actually surprised Ik it’s ‘taboo’ subject but like I’m not gonna not talk about it why should I hide it when talking about it brings such comfort to those who have struggled with it like

ANYWAYS

Idk why but yea I’m like actually obsessed with Hadina angst and Hurt comfort in general like UGH 😭 and I’m sorry especially if it’s anything with Hades comforting Rina on $h or scars and stuff it just makes me feel so good yall don’t get it 😭😭 LIKE UGHHHH PLEASE PLEASE please hug that girl and hold her until she knows she’s safe and loved and don’t let her hurt herself again ughdhdjjdjsjsjs please hold her even if she’s like literally on the floor bl*€ding, crying and shaking he would still hold her close like udhdjdjsjsjsjsjs please please please please I need this so bad 😭😭 also Rina like randomly calling out for Hades when she’s breaking down out of impulse even though she literally hates having him help her when she gets like this 💗❤️‍🩹 UGHHH RINA MY BABY GO GET HIS HELP LOVE PLSLDLSKSJSJ. Also Hades rewrapping Rina’s wounds with new bandages gahhhhh 💗💗🥺 They’re so so so so cute (also Yes Hades secretly Cries withRina when she R€lapses)

ALSO RAYCO ANGST SHDJDJSJJSJSK

Kuzco finding out about Rays $h and feeling so guilty for no reason at all 😭😭 it makes him want to be a better person cuz he’s afraid to hurt their feelings and by extension them even though it’s not his fault. Kuzco holding and cuddling Ray (mostly for his sake) so that Ray is comforted. Kuzco doesn’t have the best understanding of $h (he’s in like 1100s or some shit 💀) so it’s pretty black and white to him. So him holding Ray like that makes him feel like the problem is all fixed (he knows it won’t but it inspires confidence in that 😭)

Kuzco trying his best not to cry when he sees Ray with new scars he knows damn well he’s never seen before. Ray trying his best to comfort him on it and telling him it’s not his job to take care of them even though he feels like it is. Kuzco checking in on Ray every 30 minutes just to make sure they’re a-okay. Kuzco finding Ray in the bathroom and kissing every single scar until Ray feels better 💗💗💗

OAKDHJSKSJS THATS ENOUGH ANGST DKDKJDKSKKDKK SORRY IDK THIS MADE ME FEELS BETTER SJEKKDSLSL

[drrobobitch]

Okay random thing I would like to say because I never hear anyone talk about this like 😭 I’m kinda suprised (Tw Ahead)

I feel like no one ever Talks about Sh when f/o comfort sure like the regular stuff can be taken vaguely but like 😭 I’m kinda surprised maybe it’s just me but I think talking and discussing about it makes me feel better although I get that most don’t want to because it feels disrespectful?? Or they just don’t want to because it triggers them. I do understand that sh is a ‘Taboo’ subject so yea, it shouldn’t be and I’m not really hear to say anyone has to like include it of course. I just thought it was pretty suprising. Btw I’m not one of those people who have a fetish for Sh (I’m literally 16 💀), I myself have struggled with it which is why talking about makes me feel better (also the weirdos that think it’s cool as well as the fetish’s(?? Idk how to spell) make it so hard to talk about :( like I feel weird even wanting comfort for it 💀😭 I shouldn’t feel weird for that 😭😭 like sorry I want fictional man to come hug me when I’m literally of a break down. Like so regular comfort is fine but the second I want that same old man to kiss every scar I’ve ever had on me, There’s 0, not-a-one because why?? 😭 that’s sweet that’s what I want. No one has thought of that at all?? Like. Where’s the Sh comfort at?? I need that shit badly 😭😭 idk this is random don’t listen to me, I just like to see the (representation?? Is that the correct work for this? Idk feels like it?) cuz like I said it’s just nice to see if it’s handled correctly or properly

Sorry this isn’t a rant on anyone or anything It’s more so me craving angst and comfort from fictional men. Also I may post some other things on both this and my other blog talking about other more ‘taboo’ subjects because if no one else will I might as well do it. (In a obviously well handled way because even tho I’m completely bonkers I’m not a fucking abomination 💀)

(Btw please do not argue or Harras me over this I feel it coming already 😭😭)

(PROSHIP DNI OR ILL FUCK UR MOMMY )

[januscorner]

Octavia Goetia moodboard with themes of missing someone

On my angsty self shipper shit

[pinky-in-blankets]

Interesting..profile picture change we got goin on here...totally not suspicious or havoc-ensuing at all.. 👀

- @toaster-selfships

" Fu Fu~☆ I wouldn't worry too much about things here. I have e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g under control~☆"

"It took a while, but we managed to not only Block the Suitor stones- But also make shadow clones of those locked out to take down the remaining Oc F/os. ✨️

It's much more fun this way~

isn't it~☆?"

[catsbootleg]

hey guys never imagine your (very close relationship, whether romantic, queerplatonic, or otherwise) video game f/o's singing "kokoro" unless you love breaking down into tears and bawling your eyes out

[libertys-lovers]

Somehow, I keep finding myself at Gamma 2’s death scene.

I SWEAR it’s not intentional…

…

But I may as well post the angst idea I had about it.

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His fandom wiki states that he specifically grayed-out in color when he died because of how hot he got during his final blow. That detail’s been echoing in my head rent free.

I can only imagine that once Gamma 2 did his big move & knocked himself out, Lavie would’ve withdrawn herself from battle and stuck by his side so she could try to revive him. She knew the battle would’ve gone well without her anyway, so that part of it wasn’t a big deal to her.

What was a big deal, though, was that she failed to revive him. If anything were to cause the failed revival, it’d probably be that she was so distressed she couldn’t focus, thus her own abilities were unstable. So, when she realizes nothing’s working, she sorta breaks a bit. She holds the poor man in her arms, muttering apologies & false hopes to fallen ears. Gamma 1 & Hedo notice this, but they also notice that her clothes are getting burns on them. Yes indeed, Gamma 2’s body was still emitting heat from the attack. And it wasn’t just burning her clothes, it was burning through her clothes. Her skin’s burning a bit now.

She knows it is, she knows it hurts a bit, but she doesn’t want to let go.

She can use her abilities to cool the burns. She’s probably trying to, honestly. But she’s still so distraught that even attempts to do that aren’t working properly.

I don’t know if this rambling describes it properly, really. I am typing all of this right before I’m going to bed (and it’s 2 AM over here anyway-). But at least y’all get the idea.

[nerdwhoauthorinserts]

what would plague rat be like in batman beyond?

Erm... in two words? Not normal.

I kind of have this thought in mind of another time travel thing happening between BTAS and Batman Beyond. Basically, Scarecrow gets sent to the future somehow and ends up meeting the future's Plague Rat.

... This becomes very angsty. You see, in Batman Beyond, Plague Rat's rat cells ended up further mutating, making him more irritable, confused, and started developing serious health problems. Eventually, he needed to be transferred out of Gotham for "help".

By the time he shows up in Gotham again, Jonathan is already dead, and Plague Rat has mutated "beyond" recognition (ha). He's blind, can no longer access his disease-related abilities, and has a device sticking out of his head with wires embedded into his neck. He's basically turned into a body-horror abomination.

And this is what Jonathan is greeted with: (TW: Art depicting body horror and angst.)

Lookit that thing. It looks like a goddamned horse. That feel when you realize your boyfriend turns into an abomination in the future and you won't even be by his side when it happens. That feel seeing your Frankenstein's lab rat of a boyfriend basically fall apart in front of you when it recognizes your voice. That feel realizing he's mentally devolved below neanderthal levels of intelligence by that point and most likely can't be fixed.

All of that coupled with the realization that the device on his head sends periodic electrical pulses through its body? Yeah, yikes.

The only reason someone hasn't mercy killed this thing is because of Plague Rat's niece. ... Oh yeah, Plague Rat kidnapped his orphaned niece and basically raised her after showing back up in Gotham. She's a known criminal now and steals stuff to reverse what happened to him.

Does she ever manage to fix him? ... No. Plague Rat ends up getting caught up in an unrelated spat, saving Terry and his niece, but ultimately dying in the process.

... Well, there's always the afterlife. Let's just hope he doesn't show up in The Land of Unliving looking like that. (If he even ends up there in the first place, since DC has multiple afterlives. Is afterlives the right term when there's multiple?)

[dclovesdanny]

Dead Serious

4/4

Danny had made peace with the fact he did not have a soulmate. He had! After several years of no response to the countless drawings and writing notes on his skin, he had grown resigned to the fact that he was part of the 5% who did not have soulmates. He was fine with that.

(Dash would tease him about how no one would ever love him, adding salt to an already irritated wound. His parents were soulmates, and he remembered when he was drawing on his father’s arms and watching as it appeared on his mother’s. Jazz had been drawing and writing to her soulmate for years. Her soulmates name was Jason, and she always talked about how he was with her. She was one of the few people who comforted him when he stopped drawing or writing to soulmate. )

Damien taught at an early age that there was no use for soulmates. They were only distractions. He knew grandfather had no soulmate, and his mother had never responded to her own. He never responded to the drawings on his arms notes the notes in English on his (and he didn’t try harder just because he wanted to read his soulmate writing that would be ridiculous.)

Damien never told his family about having a soulmate. Even as he slowly got used to the differences between them and slowly learned how his grandfather was he could never bring himself to respond to the slowly lessening drawings and messages.(He couldn’t bring himself to respond because deep down he knew he didn’t deserve a soulmate. He was a monster, a demon. He didn’t deserve it.)

Danny stopped trying so desperately to contact his soulmate at age 11(the age he held his sister as she cried, her soulmate’s last message scribbled in desperate frantic writing on her arm. He never resented his parents so much when they didn’t even leave the lab for two days, not paying any mind to their sobbing child on the floor above them.)(it was the first time he didn’t envy having a soulmate.)

He was fourteen when he started drawing on his arms again.(it was shaky, much more than the older drawings, but even if he didn’t have a soulmate, he wanted to leave them a mark, just in case, the same way Jazz wrote quotes from different books on her arms.)

(When he found out Vlad didn’t have a soulmate, he refused to acknowledge another similarity they shared. He refused to think about how Vlad’s desperation made Danny think of his own desperate writing for his soulmate. Soulmates were a topic he never spoke of, and Vlad must have known, must have found out about how Danny didn’t have one, but he never commented on it. (It was the only boundary that was never crossed.))

(Damian wasn’t disappointed when his soulmate stopped writing to him. he didn’t trace over his arms, wishing that he had the confidence to write back. He didn’t spend hours wondering if his soulmate was gone without knowing Damian had seen him. He didn’t trace over the drawings his soulmate made with awe after four years of silence.)

Damian always covered up, so he was the only one who noticed when his soulmate started writing to him again. Never sentences never notes like they were before, but shaky drawings appeared on his skin. They were less detailed than before, almost shaky, as if the person drawing them couldn’t hold a pencil, steady, but they were real. Damian never said a word.

It was October 15 when Damien saw something on his arms that made his blood go cold. A message that he read over and over while commandeering the plane and ignoring the rest of his family yelling for him to explain himself. He desperately calibrated the jet while staring at the words, praying to a God he did not believe in that he would not be too late.(Unaware that Todd was following going in the same direction with the similar message written on his arm from a girl that Jason had deemed too good for him.)

Dear soulmate, even if you aren’t there. Everyone in Casper high is writing on their arms and I might as well try to warn someone. I am from Amity Park, Illinois, and we are under attack. The GIW have cut all outside communication. We are currently hiding in Casper high school, barricading the entrances, but it will not last long.

According to the government, we are not legally sentient or human. The agents outside want to dissect us, citing that we are scum. I don’t want to see my classmates die at the hands of my parents. I don’t want to see my friends and my sister die.

I don’t know if you are there, or if I really don’t have a soulmate, but I don’t want to die (fully) without leaving some sort of note.

My name is Danny. I love you. I’m sorry.

[fictionallyinparadise]

13 with Gordon from the prompt list??

Sorry it took me so long to answer! I took a mental health day whoops-

Prompt: "I'll keep the nightmares at bay; just rest for now; I got you, I'll be here when you wake up." Warnings: It's honestly just fluffy angst but Ik not everyone adores angst so!

He awoke to the sound of quiet but heavy breathing. The barely visible sight of Cassiopeia sitting up in their homemade cot could be seen outlined in the dark. It must've been some time past midnight, four hours after they had fallen asleep.

Gordon carefully put a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to jolt slightly. "Bad night?" He asked quietly, though the cracks from just waking up raised his voice on the vowels.

The nod of her head was visible, their hand covering the one he put on their shoulder. He wrapped his arm around them, pulling his partner close. They buried their face in his shoulder, breathing become more steady.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now."

He hummed in response, shifting so that Cassie was laying on top of him. "I'll keep those nightmares at bay, then."

A quiet snort came from Cassie at that as she shuffled the blankets around the two.

"I'll take care of you, dear. Just rest for now, okay?" He finished the gentle request with a kiss on the top of her head. They got themself comfortable, tucking her head under his chin. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"I don't think you could get out of bed without me noticing."

"You know what I mean."

Cassie laughed again, breaking into a yawn. His hand searched for Gordon's, curling around to hold it. After that, it wasn't long before they were asleep yet again.

He made sure they weren't having a bad dream before drifting back asleep himself.

[espresso-ships]

The self ship AU versions of my F/O's: 💕🦋🥰🧸🤪🌹🌈🫂 The "canon" versions: 💔😭💀🥀🪦🔪🩸

When is it their turn to be happy?

Stop making my F/O's suffer challenge gooo!

The "canon" version is the fake one btw.

Just a silly lil fanfiction that isn't real! 🥰

[kimiko24-art]

Please please I'm begging you let's explore more adult/darker themes in self shipping