#yhs angst

[robin33r]

"Oh Sam's sociopathic" "Oh Sam doesn't really care about anyone" "he's a selfish turd" That same selfish turd in question lost EVERYTHING. ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING twice and he tried to be here and better during both but he lost it. This same self centered turd was told he was destined to destroy the universe but didn't even fully desire to. Imagine losing someone, the only person you clung onto SO badly to keep with you that you'd actively traumatize someone for them, only to destroy and reset everything along with that all because you wanted him back. You went through so much just to get him back but only to find out it's not ever worth it so now you're permanently in high school, never being able to die without ever seeing that person other than an old clone. You're never gonna love like that again, especially when you've lost absolutely EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING You've ever known and loved left you outside of that one thing you wished that did leave you. Wouldn't you be devastated that you lost your most important person only to be stuck with your insane, toxic ex that haunts you? Sam is stuck in a loop where he's going to constantly lose everything. He snapped a while ago and you're not getting that back. Nothing at that points considered worth it. MOST of his new "best friends" can honestly be seen as new rebounds of taurtis to cope but even then they'll never fill that empty hole. Shine, Coolment, Owl, NO ONE is filling the void that taurtis left him with. You lose the only man who was with you during everything even what you assumed was your worth.

[mmmassacre]

GRIAN DREAMSLAYER ── ★

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i am you

. . . :)

are you , you ?

( alt vers under the cut )

[clownloverkisser]

This is the most crack ship I've ever drawn XOOO but you got to admit this makes sense

[duckimate]

',,,this seems oddly familiar,,,'

finally got around to checking out the yandere highschool reboot!! i love the new cast sm:) and the paralels between em all, WILL draw more of them once my tablets fixed! (this was a secret santa gift that i did for itsokayian on twit :D)

[max05nb]

War of hearts (but if they were signing about their past)

I can't help but love you,

Even though I try not to,

I can't help but want you,

I know that I'd die without you.

I can't help but be wrong in the dark

'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts

I can't help but want oceans to part

'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts

(YHS, Evo, Xequla, Grian)

(So basically idea is you can't live without your past and no matter how much you hate it you can't help but appreciate it, it made you, you, for better or worse. Was it bad? Yeah. But you can't help but love your past self at the end of the day. No matter how hard you try not to. You survived, you should be proud of that.)

[sometimesimbored]

As someone with a little brother I am SO convinced Tim and Damian would genuinely be screaming their heads off at each other

They’ve fully lost control of the argument

Tim doesn’t know what his point in the beginning was and Damian’s just trying to win

They’re seconds from biting and scratching at each other

Then suddenly Bruce or Dick or someone is like

“Stop fighting”

And Tim and Damian just stop everything and they’re both suddenly really civil and are like

“Stop what?” “Nothing’s wrong” “We love each other”

[avocadish0w0]

Related to the post about parrot fears:

Grian always tries to get home before dark. Of course there's the normal zombies and creepers to be worried about but something about the night is off putting. Things don't look the way they are and danger is harder to find. One night as he's sailing over the forest, something shoots him down. He tries desperately to stay in the air but his wings are growing tired and he's starting to loose altitude. Eventually he bites the bullet and lands, in the middle of a dark oak forest with leaves so thick they blot out the sky. He's frozen, he doesn't know what to do, the darkness is closing in on him, his wings ache and he swore he heard a twig snap. He screams but no one hears him, except for whatever shot him down. ~ 🌟

That is extremely well written, thanks for the ask..... Star anon? Did I get it right?

(This prompt is old, I completely forgot about that it was sitting on my drafts so I finally decided to finish it)

TW: Blood, vomiting, panic attacks, sharp blades, Sam

(Plus some Dadsuma comfort because yes)

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...His wings were aching, he held himself to keep the cold out, he couldn't fly, and his screams would just make the situation worse, he walked, careful not to step in a loose twig, he doesn't know where's the moon, the only thing that could guide him through the void of the endless night, only a few moonlight streaks were able to find their way through the thick leaves of the dense forest.

His mind could be playing tricks on him, but he swears he saw eyes glowing pure white, piercing through the pitch black forest, he walked towards the unknown, fearing his safety and sanity, he held the hem of his jumper ever now and then, crossing his arms, looking around, everything but staying quiet in his place, the white eyes were following him, he started to walk faster as the creature followed him right behind, running seemed like the best option, as he knew death was growing nearer, he couldn't hear the sounds around him, yet he didn't know if it was just his head playing games with him, or if the forest was making a minute of silence for his ever so near end, walking faster and faster, hearing the grass shuffling behind him. It was following him.

He started to run, not caring of he stepped on twigs, that snapped at the slightest touch. The blond avian stumbled on a big root, falling forwards and scraping his face and hands, mud staining his clothes, he looked up and back, supporting his weight on his elbows, his breathing quickened, scared and tired, the white eyes suddenly gained a voice alongside

"Well, well, well, long time no see, Taurtis"

A smirk glistened under a streak of moonlight, a pair of bunny ears appearing soon after, Grian could feel his heart dropping, he wanted to throw up, to scream and cry, but only one of those became true, he felt nauseous as he turned around, the food from earlier coming back, scratching his throat, he looked at the pool of vomit under him, stained with blood and glistening pieces of glass? No... Plastic, multiple sharp pieces of plastic tinted crimson, he reached to clean his mouth, only to be met with a blue sweater instead of his own, the weight of suspensories and headphones on his head made him panic

"Sam... no... This isn't real... It's not real... it's not, it's not, it's not it's-"

"It's very real, Taurtis, missed me?" The bunny boy raised a sword, tilting the avian's head to look at him with the sharp blade

"I'M NOT TAURTIS!! MY NAME'S-" before the boy could finish, the blade went straight through his throat, he could feel his vision fading black, his last sight being the symbol he always hated glistening purple above the boy in front of him, a distant, deep voice rang in his ears

"Always watching... Xelqua..."

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He woke up breathing heavily, desperate, screaming in horror, his hands clutching his throat, suddenly, he felt as if the plastic shards were still there with his dinner, his head was spinning, there were people talking around him, but he couldn't concentrate on what they were saying.

He gripped his hair, unable to breathe, his lungs felt heavy, he wanted to feel something but everything was numb, he felt someone hold his hands, taking them gently out of his hair, the touch was cold, robotic even.

Grian looked up, seeing the warm, fatherly look on the admin's face made him feel safe, his name was still Grian...

Not Taurtis...

Not Xelqua...

Grian.

He was still himself...

Away from them

He hugged Xisuma as hard as possible, still sobbing, searching for any kind of hint that this might be an illusion or another dream, another nightmare, but found none, nothing other than the safety of his base and the warmth of the father figure hugging him back, the soft moonlight outside shone through the windows, casting a soft glow over the duo "Grian, is everything okay? Do you need to talk?" He heard X saying, his tone hushed and soft, as if any alteration would send the fragile avian on his arms to scatter away "I'm fine... Just a nightmare..." He pauses for a while "My name's still Grian right...? I'm still me... Right...?" He could feel the lump on his throat get bigger, his jaw hurting from holding back more tears, desperate for some sort of affirmation "Why? Of course you are! You're still the same pesky bird that loves pranking everyone, you're still our Grian, and as far as I know, your name never changed to Grain" the admin jokes softly, trying to lighten the mood

"Thanks dad..." The avian relaxes, letting the soft sounds of crackling from the torches lull him back to sleep on the admin's embrace

"Anytime G... Now rest... You're safe now... I'll never let anything happen to you, to any of the Hermits"

X's voice is the last thing he hears before falling asleep, without nightmare to haunt him, without them to hunt him

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OH THIS TOOK ME SO LONG!

I finally found out more about Grian's lore (Still have no idea why Xelqua, but I know some of the lore of YHS because of FanFiction) and decided to add it here! Sorry for the angst and I actually really liked writing Dadsuma comfort!

Anygay, have a good day, night or evening wherever you are in the world and goood bye!

[bunnieswithknives]

Rotating in my mind the idea of Coolment's previous lives following him around as ghosts and being met by the people current!Coolment's killed.

James, freshly dead, absolutely seething with rage only to meet this tiny traumatized ghost kitten who looks exactly like the guy who killed him. Coolment and Sam cant see him because they didn't cause his death, so he's just been all alone for years quietly following around the person who took over his life

[sleepy0s]

Childhood

“You stupid child! Why can’t you be like your sister!?”

 Grian's mother spat. She had been yelling at him for the past half hour, it was over something dumb. Of course it was, it always was. ‘You didn’t clean your room!’ , ‘You got home before Pearl.’ or, ‘The house isn’t clean enough!’ were some of her favourite things to yell about. Grian wasn’t sure what she was actually mad about right now, but he had made the unfortunate mistake of speaking, which had earned him a slap to the face.

He stumbled backwards, hands twitching to cover his face, to cover the bruise he knew was forming. But he wouldn’t. Because he knows, if he dares to show that she hurt him, then she would just call him weak. 

“..Ma.?” A small voice could be heard from the doorway. A small brunette girl stood in the faulty lights, silent tears running down her face. His mother immediately switched up, her face softening as she looked at her daughter, “Pearl sweetie, go back to bed.” 

“But-”

“It's fine darling, everythings okay. Go to bed and I'll be up in a minute, okay?” Pearl nodded, glancing at her brother before scrambling back up the stairs. 

“You.” She turned back to Grian, “Now look what you’ve done. You made your sister cry!” Grian didn’t look at her, keeping his eyes locked on the floor. “OI! Look at me when I'm talking to you! Did I fail to teach you manners!?” Ah, there it was. You look at her and she gets mad, you don’t look at her and she gets mad. Grian slowly turned his head to look at her, his eyes watering as a nasty purple was appearing on his face. “Oh don’t cry, you mistake.” She hissed, walking towards him. “Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.”

He couldn’t help it. He’s 7 for god sake, if he needs to cry he’s going to cry. 

A single tear fell, rolling down his cheek. 

“Stop it! Stop making me look like a bad mother!” She hit him, causing Grian to stumble to the floor, the flood gates opening as he started crying. It was too late, he couldn’t stop crying now. “Stop crying!” She yelled, frustration evident on her face.

She crouched down, grabbing him by the face, “Maybe I should send you to another country, hopefully you’ll die.” She tightened her grip on his face, it felt like his jaw might break. Until suddenly she let go, taking steps back, “You better hope God will forgive you for your sins.” She turned, walking towards the door.

“Now, I have to go check on Pearl.”

[aikidookie]

My Grian design can shapeshift.. iss so cool.. also i LOVE dadsuma. Let me know if you guys want more Dadsuma content cuz I have ALOT of it

[bunnyboilovessookie]

the day the yhs fandom finally acknowledges grian's canon crush on sam is the day i will find true happiness

[robin33r]

Just the two of us... we can make it if we tried.

[sapitties]

all the dreams and how they interact with sapnap little heacannons brewing up in my head :D

For cc!dream its pretty obvious childhood friends to lovers he's loved sapnap for so long without realising the extent of his love that grew past platonic but he refuses to loose him because of his feelings as they continue to grow closer. they do eventually get tgt before all the other dreams show up and afterwards he starts to grow possessive now that he has to share saps attention

c!dream its a little more complicated (i assume this is after the c!dreamnap confrontation) he can't shake the fear he has of sapnap despite their looks being completely different. it helps a little but every time he hears his voice he can't help but shrink away to his room and completely avoid him it takes a lot of coaxing for him Tk finally open up and find healing and this new sapnap that's kind and understanding and do right by his wrongs in some fucked up way by treating sapnap they way his own deserved

Nightmare likes to be cheeky, a lot more confident and forward than cc!dream he liked to fluster sapnap a lot, enjoying how red his face gets at the simplest of touches. he hugs him a lot, kisses his cheek, whispers dirty things in his ears (and maybe he also is fuelled by the jealous looks dream give him from across the room) he feeds off the chaos he creates which includes minor pranks throughout the house

Blob is basically the size of patches and spends a lot of time with the kitties. When he's with sapnap while he's working on his PC he likes to stay on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck and takes naps in his hair. everytime sapnap sees blob he takes off his hat to let him nestle in his soft hair which is not a privilege he gives most ppl. when they're lying down blob usually stays on his tummy or lap, loving the warmth his body provides

DreamXD is like nightmare but more tame. Unlike cc!dream, cc!sapnap reminds his a lot of c!sapnap but in a positive way, the way he speaks and carries himself. he likes talking to him about random topics, enjoying when he often goes off on tangents about random things. he treats him almost like a pet, petting his head randomly throughout the day or bringing little gifts to see him get excited. he's amused by his actions and can't help but be attached to his human ways

mh!dream is a mix of c!dreams feelings with cc!dreams fear. he's always on high alert around him, keeping a knife that none of them know about at his side incase sap decides to pull a fast one on him. it takes a while for the knoledge that this sapnap isn't here to kill him or hunt him down to sink in and that he can finally rebuild a friendship with his once best friend without the fear of being hunted just like old times

[ummpati]

After Date Jitters

Krew never gave us the angst we needed after Funneh and Alec's date.

That's where I come in.

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Crickets chirped around the dorms as Funneh approached her front doors, still cradling a froyo cup in her hands. She looked over her shoulder as she reached for the handle. Evan was standing by the entrance, watching to make sure she made it inside. Funneh smiled and lifted a hand to wave, Evan returned the gesture before turning and going back to his own dorm building.

Funneh yawned as she opened the door, stepping in quietly. It was long past dark, the lights were out and the dorm was quiet. She assumed Gold was upstairs; she was never one to stay up this late. Shutting the door behind her, she flicked the lock and walked over to the trash can. Scraping out the last bits of Froyo, she tossed the cardboard cup inside.

“Hmm,” Funneh paused at the small sound, glancing back towards the living room. “..Funneh?” Gold popped up from behind the back of the couch, hair tousled and rubbing sleep from her eye. 

“Oh, Gold, what’re you doing up?”

Gold yawned, “waiting for you.” Funneh walked around the couch to stand in front of her. The brunette sat up fully and fixed one of her sleeves that had rolled up in her sleep. “How are you? Thought you would be back earlier.”

“I'm fine!” Funneh chirped, clapping her hands in front of her, “Evan bought me Froyo!”

Gold glances to the left and Funneh follows her gaze. On the coffee table were two tubs of ice cream and spoons to go along with them, rings of condensation spread around the base of the cartons, infecting the grooves of the wooden table. Funneh winced, she hadn't thought Gold would wait up like this.

“Doesn't matter,” Gold shook her head, waving the ice cream away. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Well, you remember how I told you Evan was playing for Ocean Metal? He totally flunked!” Funneh laughed, reaching her hands up to play with the end of her braid. “You shoulda seen him, he got a slushie spilled on him too! Then we went for Froyo, ate it on the sidewalk, got more, and came back here!”

Gold smiled, “well, that's good, I'm glad you had fun. But, uhm,” she hesitated and bit her lip, “what about Alec..?”

Funneh paused. A feeling of…. Actually, she didn't know what she was feeling. But it washed over her; she tried her best to shake it off. She plastered a smile on her lips. “Mhm, Alec got a phone call. I told you, right?”

“Well, yeah, but…”

“No, it's fine!” Funneh waved a hand in dismissal, but couldn't help the lump that rose in her throat. “He said it was an emergency so it's fine.”

“It's not fine if you’re upset, Funneh.” Gold reached out a hand, grabbing Funneh’s clammy ones in hers.

Funneh sniffed, forced her smile brighter but turned her head away nonetheless. “Well, he said he was sorry?” Gold kept quiet, rubbing soothing circles into the back of Funneh’s hand. The silence overwhelmed her, she had to keep talking.

“It's no big deal, yeah? This kind of thing happens all the time! I'm sure he’ll make it up to-!” Funneh’s voice broke off into a sob. Immediately, she brought her free hand to cover her face. Tears started to stream down her cheeks and fell to soak her newly bought hoodie.

Gold stood up immediately, placing a gentle hand on her friend's cheeks as she hiccuped and sobbed, her shoulders shaking. “Oh, Funneh..”

“Why am I cryin-g-G-g?! This is so stu-u-u-upid!” Funneh choked out. She felt so pathetic. She told herself that it was barely a date, and it wasn't like he never showed up; they had fun until he had a family emergency. An emergency! Was she so entitled to think she was more important?

“No, honey, no,” Gold wrapped her arms around her, Funneh buried her face into her best friend's shoulder. The plush pink pajamas were soft and warm. “He left,” Funneh sobbed harder. “You have a right to feel upset.”

“But-!” Funneh tried to raise her hands to wipe her face, to hide from her friend. Gold didn't let her, grabbing her hands in a firm but comforting hold. Funneh looked up, and through her tears, she saw Gold’s face. Perfect, as it usually was, flawless, but burdened. She looked so sad, so hurt.

But why would Gold be sad? Was it because of her? Was she making Gold sad?

Funneh felt her knees shake and Gold gently lowered them to the rough carpet. Funneh’s exposed knees rubbed against the carpet, they burned as she shifted her posture to lean against the couch, still facing Gold.

“I-I’m sorry!” Funneh lowered her head, too afraid to look her in the eyes. It seemed like she always ruined everything. She didn't want Gold to leave too.

“‘Sorry’? Why are you sorry?”

“I'm making you sad!”

Gold hummed, squinting her eyes and tilting her head in sympathy, though Funneh didn't see it. “Funneh, Funneh, Funneh, no.” When she failed to raise Funneh’s head, Gold sighed. Funneh hiccuped, it was getting hard to breathe through her sobs. She felt Gold rest her forehead against hers. Brown and blue hair tangled together. “I'm not sad because of you, I'm sad for you.”

Funneh’s brows furrowed. What did she mean? 

She finally looked up, only to be greeted by Gold’s smile. “What happened sucks, and I’m so so so incredibly sorry this happened to you, Funneh. It was a jerk move and he needs to apologize.” Gold paused, waiting for a response. When Funneh nodded, shakily and unsure. 

“You’re tired,”  Funneh couldn't help but laugh, a wet chuckle escaping her lips, slipping past the slowly dying sobs. “How about we go get you cleaned up and head to bed? Clear your head and talk more in the morning?”

“Mhm..” Funneh mumbled, wiping her face frantically with her sleeves. She winced, she would need to wash the hoodie already. She felt a feather-light weight she had become accustomed to being lifted from her head, Gold laying her flower crown on the couch cushions beside them. “I’m sorry-”

“Funneh,” Gold interrupted gently, raising herself to her knees. “There's absolutely nothing to apologize for, especially not for crying. Your hurt, it's okay.”

“Okay…” Funneh repeated as Gold pulled her to her feet and lead her to the stairs. She didn't brush her teeth or do her normal skin care, but she did wipe down her face, wiping away the tear tracks burned into her cheeks, the black of her mascara a reminder of their existence. Behind her, Gold stood, undoing the hairstyle she had created but hours ago; gently pulling out bobby pins and rubber bands. 

By the time they left the bathroom, Funneh felt sluggish and tired and still sad but more numb and the tension of tears was  building again and-

“Can you stay with me?” she asked meekly as a lone tear streamed silently down her raw cheek. She fiddled with her sleeve, she would probably sleep in it. 

She wondered if Alec had taken his off yet.

Gold smiled at her, connecting their hands together once more. “Of course. But, can we stay in your room? I doubt we’ll both fit in mine.” 

Funneh chuckled, opening her bedroom door. Stepping inside, they neglected to turn on the lights, only slipping under the covers together. 

“Goodnight, Funneh.”

“G’night, Gold.”

“....thanks..”

Funneh was asleep practically before she finished talking.

[hsmtmts-arrows]

imagine, after s4, when they're all rehearsing for the spring musical and maddox is watching them and smiling, reading the script out for them, JJ walking lazily among some of the wildcats and gracefully accepting pets. until a little notification sound rings out from maddox's phone.

"maddox, would you mind putting your phone on silent? we're trying to audition here." miss jenn says pompously, but they can see the affection in her eyes, and clearly maddox doesn't miss it as she grins back at her.

"right away, ma'am." she does a salute and then actually looking down at her phone, and her smile wipes right off her face. JJ whimpers and breaks away from emmy's scritches to go to her side. "jet." she suddenly says, voice taut as a bowstring. JJ leans against her, licking her hands, but maddox can't pay attention. jet looks over, confused, concerned.

"it's our parents. they want to meet up."

see if we got season five i could definitely see this as a plot tim could've used. maddie is totally panicked about it, and it's noticeable to all of the wildcats. jet's silent, his mind totally buzzing. maddie wants to talk to him privately, but it's quite obvious to all of the wildcats this isn't something the siblings will find easy. it's a long winded chat between all of the group which kind of ends rehearsals and begins a drama club therapy session for the siblings. the wildcats find out that it's been a long time since they'd even been in contact with their parents, and the last time they'd even been in the same room, kind words had not been shared.

maddie messages back her mom, says she and jet will meet with them, but they're not coming alone.

jet fiddled with kourtney's hand the whole way there in the back of maddie's car. she sees him spinning the ring on his other finger when he isn't holding her hand and he just leans his head on her shoulder, ruffling the fur of JJ every now and then. he doesn't know what to say, he's too busy over thinking it. What if they're mad about something? did they actually watch the documentary for frozen or something? or maybe it was to do with maddie and the drama about the interview that went pear-shaped in the HSM4 promo. he was coming up with so many different theories and ideas up in his head he didn't even hear kourtney ask him if he was okay the first time. the boy just nods and hums, shuffling even closer to her in car. at least he's got kourtney.

meanwhile, maddox is raging in her mind. everything was going perfectly fine. why the fuck are they here all of a sudden? because they were doing something with their lives and doing well without them? or were they here for there six-month check-up on how their "kids" were doing without them?

ashlyn sensed it a mile off. the moment maddie got the text something shifted and ash felt it immediately. there's a tension in the car that no one speaks of but everyone knows of. jet and kourtney get out with JJ, but ash stops maddie from doing the same.

maddox tries to keep it together when ash starts to talk to her about it all. it's not working. she feels herself and her walls begin to breakdown in ash's arms. she cant keep doing this. ashlyn knows this and she tells her it like it is. it's ruining her and jet.

jet' trying to distract himself with JJ. he's trying to get him to do tricks and spin around and kourtney can see right through it. she doesn't know what to do or say. he's never been so quiet about something he has an opinion on. but something changes in the air again. a new presence. across the parking lot, a man and a woman walk towards them and the car.

"jetson?" the woman calls, and the boy's head snaps upwards to her. JJ growls but moves away from being so close, beside jet now. "what're you doing? I though we agreed we'd be meeting inside."

[scribbling-dragon]

the lizzie angst is bubbling away in my brain