#angst for ts

[wri0thesley]

thinking about some angst scenarios… your immortal or otherwise long-lived faves, cherishing you for the brief moment that you are theirs and never again being that happy. chasing the memory of you in other people; whispering your name into hair a shade or two darker, tracing a pattern of freckles on unblemished skin and wishing. keeping things because your mouth touched the rim of that bottle, your bare feet scrunched into that sand, going over their memories of you in their head for fear one day they will not recall the cadence of your voice quite right.

your devoted, knightly fave - and the secrets they keep from you. the way you ask about their day and the shutters go down over their eyes, guarded. they love you, and that is why they keep you at arm’s length from the truth of their lives (the bloodshed, the manipulation, the behind-the-scenes machinations that serve to keep you safe) - but it is all to easy for you to mistake their care as callousness. for you to begin to wonder if they keep their lips pressed closed because there is another, and they are simply too kind to tell you. this fave is too much of a statue for you to understand, their kindliness gone out behind their principles - and the day you leave and they come home to an empty house with only the barest whisper of your fragrance in the air, they weep over the ring burning a hole in their pocket.

the one that got away. the childhood love, or the tumble in the sheets the night before you almost died - the one who you come back to, alone in bed. it couldn’t have worked; you know that. too many tangled webs, too many pulls of fate conspiring to keep you apart. the one whose destiny is a different path; the one who will do great things, whilst you will merely exist. the one who you daydream about accompanying on their adventures, keeping your memories of their embrace held close to your chest, even as you settle for a nice respectable match and live out your ordinary existence.

the one who is on the Other Side; the bittersweet knowledge of knowing they are alive, but also knowing that their continued ability to draw breath is a problem you will be called upon to deal with. the one who you want to kiss when you hold a blade against their throat (what is death, at your hands, than simply the biggest declaration of your love?). the one who you hold as they bleed out and wish you could hold whilst you kept them together. the one who kisses you messy and blood-stained and whispers against your lips that they’re glad it was you.

[lqveharrington]

The Alchemy | D.M.

summary: Although Draco promised that he would keep your relationship a secret just for you, he can’t contain himself after winning the Hogwarts quidditch cup.

pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader

includes: FLUFF, established relationship (and a last name of Evergreen for the reader)

a/n: inspired by the olympics recently ❤️

When Draco asked you out in fourth year, you thought it was a joke. Sure, you were both acquainted due to your pure wizardry bloodline, but you were in Hufflepuff. The only time the other houses thought you were useful was when they wanted to sneak into the kitchen. So when he came up and sat down beside you when you were studying potions, you were disheartened.

“Malfoy, please don’t do this.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You were just starting to understand what ingredients made a truth serum.

“Do what? I’m asking you if you want to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend.” He spun the Malfoy signet ring adorning his hand.

You look up at him with tired eyes, “Did someone put you up to this?”

“What? No no, I—“ He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks warm at how you were able to fluster him with even a small glance. “I’m really asking you to go on a date with me.”

You search his face for any indication of a lie, before biting your lip softly and looking down at your parchment. “Are you really?”

“I am.” Draco dropped his hand onto yours to stop your fidgeting with the quill.

You felt your own face heat up at the notion. He thumbed your palm softly as you stayed quiet, not minding his closeness. Finally, you looked up at him, “You have yourself a date, Malfoy.” He sent you a soft smile but before he could say anything else, you interrupted. “Please don’t let me down.”

Draco never let you down. Despite your earlier doubts, you saw how kind and thoughtful the Malfoy heir was underneath his hardened shell his father had built around him. In private, he was always attentive, loving, clingy — there wasn’t a moment where he was separated from you. In public, he had to rein in those feelings just for you.

Even when you started your seventh year at Hogwarts, you were still terrified what others at school would say about a Hufflepuff dating the Slytherin Prince. Sure, his parents and your parents knew, but not the entirety of Hogwarts. You had asked Draco to keep your relationship private until you were ready to face the reality of your relationship to the rest of the world. He begrudgingly agreed, respecting your wishes; but the need to kiss you in front of the entire student body to rightly claim that you were his was wavering.

Especially when it had been three years since you first started dating. And right now, you were currently hiding below the stands together as you greeted him with good luck kisses for his final quidditch match as a student in Hogwarts.

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. You say softly as he holds you close by your hips — smiling into all your kisses. “Good.” Kiss. “Luck.” Kiss.

“You’re killing me here, love.” Draco murmurs against your lips. He pulls away gently to look at your ever so loving gaze. He draws small hearts on you hip, “You done?”

“Never.” You kiss him again, hands cupping his jaw. “I want you to be stuck with me forever.”

He hums into the kiss as you thumb his cheeks softly, “I will after I win this game, my love.”

You separate again, grinning like a lovesick puppy. “Good luck, Dray. I’ll see you later.” You press one last kiss to his lips before leaving his arms and running up the Hufflepuff stands to cheer. You couldn’t deny that even after all these years he still made you giddy and red.

Draco shook his head with a soft smile only you could coax out of him. He walked out from the stands and hopped on his broom, ready in the air for his final match as Slytherin’s seeker. Cheers filled the stadium as the players took their place, captains shaking hands.

The final match for Slytherin and Gryffindor was probably the most anticipated all year round. Since it was also Harry Potter’s last game as seeker, and the two seekers were known as rivals, it was hyped up to be one of the best end matches of the season.

As the game progressed, Slytherin and Gryffindor were constantly tied. It was really up to the seekers to find the golden snitch to determine the winner. There were bets taking place in the house stands, mind fixated on earning a few galleons for the last time. For the Hufflepuff stands, they were a house divided. Many cheered for scarlet and gold while the other half cheered for green and silver.

You didn’t mind the division between your house. After all, you only watched the games for Draco. Your friends were cheering for the Gryffindors whilst you carried the small Slytherin flag in your hands — eyes trained on the blonde high above the game itself. The second you blinked from the blazing sun, Draco was soaring after the golden snitch, Harry close behind and eventually flying right next to him.

The shouts from the stands only fueled the seekers’ attention to the flying gold. Draco and Harry were chasing in circles after the snitch, attention focused on nothing else even as the bludger zoomed past them.

You held your breath as they both reach out for the snitch. Your friend held your shoulder in anticipation, watching the two closely. Before you could register what happened, she gasped and shook your shoulders in frustration.

“I lost ten galleons to that!” She sighed heavily as Draco flashed the golden snitch in the air.

The rush of the win made you scream happily with the other Hufflepuffs and houses cheering for the Slytherin team. You wear clapping your hands as the team began flying around in victory. You watched as Draco flew around the stands more as the rest of the Slytherin team settled on the grounds. His eyes scanned the stadium until they lit up when they saw you at the very front of the Hufflepuff stands — waving your Slytherin flag with pride.

“Seems like Malfoy is off showing the last snitch he’ll catch for the Slytherin quidditch team! But we all want to know where the trophy is!” The third year announcer spoke, voice casted across the stadium.

You smiled at Draco softly when you finally met his eyes. And before you knew it, he flew right over to you and cupped your face, kissing you senselessly. You grinned into the kiss as you held his cheeks, the shouts and screams from your housemates blending in your ears.

“Aw, quite a beautiful way to celebrate the win. Don’t you think so, McGonagall? Honestly, I wasn’t expecting Malfoy and Evergreen— Ow, sorry.” The third year announcer spoke once more, rubbing the spot the professor lightly hit them with a newspaper.

You part from Draco with a blinding smile, “I think I agree, this is a beautiful way to celebrate.” You say quietly only for him to hear, pressing quick kisses to his lips.

“I’m proud of you, love.” Draco nudges your nose with his to gently stop your kisses for a second — even though he did want more.

“Me? You just won the quidditch cup for your house!” You laugh while wrapping your arms behind his neck, careful in trying not to pull him off his broom.

He rubbed the apples of your cheeks, “You just let me kiss you in front of the entire student body… I think that’s more important.” He pulled you in for another mind searing kiss, making you smile helplessly.

“AGAIN?” The third year announcer shouted into the microphone once more. “Is there—“

“Alright, we’re done announcing, boys and girls.” Professor McGonagall spoke and shut the speakers off; although she was quite happy for the couple.

You giggled as he pulled you into a hug. “I love you.”

Draco pressed kisses to your cheek repeatedly, “I love you more.”

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[radioactive-yuri]

do you know what would be REALLY sick and twisted. if janus didn't actually understand why virgil left. if there was no big fight, no actual conflict, and he was just gone one day. if his only reason for leaving was that he just didn't want to be a dark side anymore, and janus woke up one day with one of his only friends in the entire world gone without a trace. and when he went out looking for him, he found him laughing and having fun with the very people the two of them had sworn to hate together. the very image of a family that janus had desperately tried to create for the dark sides on his own. he'd assume that he failed, somehow. that virgil left them for something better, which he technically did.

that sort of betrayal would build resentment through the years. the sort that rots your insides. meanwhile virgil, now convinced that the dark sides are evil and harming thomas, begins to hate his own past, and, by extension, janus. this sort of mutual bitterness only grows with their refusal to talk to each other.

but maybe, to this day, janus still doesn't understand why virgil left. i like the idea that if he was somehow forced to tell the truth, janus wouldn't have any confessions to make, only questions to ask. "why did you leave?" "was it my fault?" "why do you hate me?" "why don't i get a second chance?" "why is it always me?"

[v1kt0ry]

It all relies on Morality and what the heart believes is right or wrong.

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ive been feeling a bit under the weather and traditional art is what’s keeping me motivated rn

[angelkiyo]

✧˖°— the music was too loud and the lights were too dim. the alcohol burned going down—but not nearly as much as the way tobio kageyama looked at you that night. it burned like salt added to a wound.

it happened after a game. celebration after the last win of the season. as the assistant manager of the schweiden adlers, of course you were invited. however, somewhere between the rooftop bar and the suite, between shots and laughter, he kissed you.

no, that bastard didn’t just kiss you—

he held your face like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

that was the main catalyst to your current situation; sitting on top of the bone porcelain sink and practically hanging onto the star setter for dear life. you felt your body shake in every thrust, his cock sliding easily in and out of you from your slick. the mirror behind you fogged up and the things on the sink itself were on the floor in an act of pure restlessness.

you pressed your forehead to his and whispered, “this isn’t a mistake, right?”— but it was. an assistant manager and the star player? the damn tabloids would have a field day.

tobio let out a primal, low grunt, vocal fry and breathlessness laced in his whispered words. “no, i’ve wanted this for so long.”

the stolen touches, quick glances across the room, prolong stares before he hits a perfect serve. now here you were, skin to skin in the most literal sense.

your body was pulled towards his own, perky breasts pushed up against his toned chest and face hid in the crook of his neck. you felt tobio hold you tightly as your body slightly bounced with the same vigor as his thrusts. his thrusts became languid and you felt his veiny cock twitch inside you.

“s-shit tobio!” you gasped. you looked at his face; his cheeks all flushed, eyes hooded, and his hair a mess. a small part of your chest tightened at the sight, so vulnerable and so abnormal. tobio kageyama, who was usually out together, all unraveled before you.

which is why you knew this would be the only time you’d be like this, as you were back to strangers the next day.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

It's kinda crazy that in ROMAN'S fantasy/imagination we not only see Janus being chill with him, we also see him and Remus agreeing on something (albeit slutty costumes) and then we also don't see a single bit of criticism thrown his way.

Romans silly little scenario where everything is perfect <3

[belovedroach]

Does Patton die if he stings anyone

I'm still working a bit on Patton's main inspiration (either orchid bee or bumblebee), so I'm giving you two answers:

Apparently, male orchid bees don't have stings, only the females do. So in this case Patton wouldn't have one. Crisis avoided!

Or, if you'd like an angstier answer, he got his sting removed. Both female orchid bees and bumblebees have stings and can attack more than once (meaning they don't die), and therefore Patton decided to remove it before he could hurt anyone.

Maybe he did it after feeling terribly guilty for doing something wrong, maybe he did it before he had the chance to do any harm. The choice is yours!

[artycakez123]

wdym this isn’t what happened in the scrapyard scene???

[part-time-zombie]

The best part of seeing the other sides in virgils room and impacted by its effects is realizing what happens when they each get anxious, and what their anxieties are about.

Roman is worried that he said something wrong, or that he didn't do a good job. He's scared he's messing things up.

Patton is afraid of losing the people he cares about.

Logan... poor logan is just worried that he'll end up boring people with what he has to say. He's so insecure about others criticizing his work that the idea of people getting frustrated with him talking is his most prevalent source of anxiety.

And this is what happened immediately after he said that...

[maemasha]

megumi walked into the empty apartment, the door clicking open with a bag of groceries in hand. the apartment was weirdly quiet, like there was something off. you weren’t here. oh, that’s right, you weren’t here because you left. and you weren’t coming back, either. and it’s all because megumi is the worst person to ever live. the worst boyfriend. he sighed softly and sat on the couch, setting the groceries down and taking out his phone to see if you texted. he knew you didn’t, but he had to check. just in case. his lockscreen is still the same picture of you and him- you guys are both smiling, something he wished he could’ve seen one more time from you before you left. he never changed it- even though it’s been 4 months. 4 months ago, when you left. 4 months ago when he saw you last, tears in your eyes because in your mind, he truly didn’t care. he wished he could go back and fix things. it’s all his fault. megumi didn’t realize how much he loved you until he lost you.

[aidensm8]

Finally got the motivation to draw another part of Chapter 3. Logan is a mood.

[yzzaqczec]

WHAT THE FUCK BRO ITS NAGIREO ALL OVER AGAIN

NESS MY BABY😭😭

Bro i fucking hate kaiser for embarrassing ness like that

Ness and rin be twinning

[lqveharrington]

Gentleman | R.L.

summary: remus lupin is the perfect gentleman.

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

includes: fluff, you and sirius are practically siblings, rem defending his girlfriend, someone gets pushed off a boat

a/n: all my inspo literally comes from the music i listen to 😭

James had invited the entire group down to the lake for the summer because it was the last summer before the last year of Hogwarts. He thought it should be memorable, and everyone loved the idea. His parents allowed him to borrow the lake house and boat, but only if everyone's parents were okay with it. Of course, your parents trusted you with your friends. The only rule was to stay in separate rooms from your boyfriend. Oopsies.

As the Potters’ boat slowed to a calm stop, the summer wind continued to blow through the air, the clouds nonexistent in the blue sky. The sun shimmered across the lake water and the radio played the top hits of the month, the sound drowning from the talking of the boat’s riders.

When Sirius had enough of all the chitchat, he quickly shed himself of his top and jumped into the lake water, splashing Marlene who was trying to tan on the boats end. She cursed him out and threatened to pull the ladder away when he splashed her again.

Witnessing the entire interaction, you hid a laugh behind a smile and left the girls to sit beside Remus who was sitting underneath the shade of the boat. You tucked your legs underneath your lap and leaned your chin on his shoulder. On instinct, his calloused hand found the space underneath your calf and gently squeezed even when talking to James. You admired his face glowing in the sun for a beat, eyes following the scars that were left behind from bad nights before he finally turned and met your loving eyes.

“Hey.” You murmur and grin when you felt him press a soft kiss to your lips. “Sirius just went into the water." He hummed and kissed you again, making you hum and separate once more. "You don't want to join him?”

“And leave you here all by yourself? What type of man do you think I am?” He thumbed your leg and felt for the rushing blood, ensuring there was a pule and that you were in fact real. It was a habit he was quick to have learned because of a full moon incident a year ago.

You shrug and rest your cheek on his shoulder instead, watching the gulls fly by and circle the food James was grilling. As he tried fighting them off with tongs, Lily and Dorcas began to draw sunscreen images on Marlene's back, not bothering to cover up their giggles.

“You don’t want to join the girls?” Remus tilted his head and scanned your side profile, following the contour of your face. He memorized every single bump and crease, gingerly tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear when you looked back over at him.

You raise a brow at his guilty smile and analyze his mannerism, rubbing the one bit of sunscreen into his cheek. "What?"

“You just wanna stay in the shade with me, don't you, dovey?" He brought his hand up and gently cupped your cheek, pulling you close enough so he could press a kiss to your temple.

“Of course, wherever you are, I follow.” You grin as a blush creeps up your neck, not realizing Sirius had gotten out of the water and rolled his eyes at how affectionate the both of you were being.

“You two are so gross." He covered his eyes before shaking his head like the dog he was — ridding himself of all the water he brought up with him.

You groaned when you got hit with the water, glaring at the long-haired boy. He stuck his tongue out at you which you retaliated with your middle finger. You swore that Sirius had a secret hatred for you since you began dating Remus over a year ago.

Sirius gasped at your gesture and put a hand on his chest, returning the finger. Remus rolled his eyes at the both of you and gave you a pointed look, making you cover it with your hand.

"Prongs, do something! The lady won't go down without a fight!" SIrius complained and popped a soda can out of the cooler, leaning against the railing of the boat.

“Mate, I don’t know what you want me to do.” James threw him a confused look and reached inside the cooler to hand Lily her own can. "Besides, I can't do much here."

“You could toss her over board." Sirius muttered loud enough for you to whip your head toward him and glare.

"You were being mean first!" You move to stand only to be pulled back down into your seat. From the corner of your eye, you saw Remus pursing his lips in thought, making you sigh. "Rem—"

“Sit.” He practically commanded, rolling his eyes once more when you crossed your arms and legs in annoyance. But when you noticed his quick wink, you realize what he was going to do.

You smiled slyly toward Sirius when he met your eyes again. The poor unsuspecting bloke. Sirius gave you an annoyed look and went to say something — probably insulting all women — when Remus pulled him aside.

Assuming Remus was going to hangout with him instead of you, Sirius stuck his tongue out before yelping in surprise as Remus pushed him off the boat. Your eyes widened with a smile, stretching your neck to see where Sirius was flailing. The three girls burst out into laughter at the predicament and quickly moved away from all the splashing water, grabbing a polaroid to take a picture before he could get out. James just shook his head in disbelief, clasping his arm around Sirius’ and helping him up.

Remus tossed a towel in Sirius' direction before sitting beside you again, kissing the side of your head like nothing happened. You gave him cheeky smile and laced your hand with his.

“What a gentleman.” You chide before letting out a noise of surprise at the feeling of his lips on yours, dropping your hand to lay flat on his chest.

“Some gentleman you are.” Sirius muttered as he dried himself off. When he realized Remus was staring back at him with an unimpressed look, he took a huge step back behind James and quickly apologized. “Kidding, I’m kidding.”

You send him another death glare before staring up at Remus with soft eyes as he thumbed your palm, a small smile taking over your face. "You know we're probably going to get pranked anytime soon, right?"

"As long as I spend quality time with you, I think I'll be fine. Besides, he won't try anything too bad." Remus tilted your head up with his index finger. "I'm a gentleman anyway."

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[radioactive-yuri]

thinking abt that christmas special again. janus showing up already completely drunk is so. like. okay imagine you're being forced to go to an event you see no point in with people you know hate you, people who have consistently hated you for several decades, including someone you used to have a genuine connection with before they essentially abandoned you in favor of being accepted by the aforementioned people that hate you. all of that, and you have to face the man who's the literal reason for your existence, your one purpose in life, the reason you do everything you do, the person you're trying to protect above all else. and he hates you too. or at least he did, up until very, very recently, when he suddenly started validating your existence, most definitely leading to a lot of unresolved and pent up feelings being released all at once.

like yeah no i genuinely do not think she would've been able to handle that entire situation without some alcohol.

[v1kt0ry]

i didn't like how this comic turned out so i'm not going finish it but here's the whole thing !

[eunoiiz]

☁︎—[6:22pm].

you hadn’t even peered up from your phone when he pressed a kiss goodbye to your forehead. his keys jingled as he lifted himself back up to rest his hands on his hips, you just knew he was pouting down at you.

“ignore me will you, baby?” jaemin joked, a smile on his face when you looked up. still, he felt that you two had been distant lately, and honestly, you had been. the stress of everything caught up to you, college and family issues. everything personal eating at you.

you stood, turning off your phone and slipping it into your back pocket. “i’m sorry, jaems.” you pecked his lips. his arms settled around your waist, bringing you closer to him. once yours warped around his shoulders, he kissed your forehead once again and pulled back.

“i’m heading out for work now, okay? i love you.” jaemin stepped back, trailing his hands down your arm and grabbing your hand to press a quick kiss to your knuckles.

you still loved him, really, you did. you’d just been so distant. hopefully you could still make it up to him.

“i love you too, jaem.” you smiled and waved back, but you were drawn back to your phone just seconds later. scrolling like you had been.

and now, you regret it more than ever.

your hope is gone. you can’t make it up to him.

you can’t even reach for his hand through the grass and dirt, through the hard wood of his casket. it’s physically impossible, and you can only wish to be closer to him every night.

“i love you, jaem.” you whispered into the chilled air in front of his tombstone. it’s been 2 months already, but you lost track of time. it all blurred now.

“i’m sorry.” you stood from your kneeling position, and dusted your knees. you two were so distant lately, and it’s only so much worse now.

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