Welcome to Mangst 2024: an Angst and Hurt/Comfort prompt list!!
As an angst lover, I'm excited to see what folks come up with! This prompt list is multi-fandom, with dialogue style prompts - one for every day of May!! (It's also a bit of a sequel to my Angstember prompt list from 2021)
If you’re interested in participating and sharing, please use the tag #mangst2024 (I really want to be able to see all of your stuff)!
I'm late AF lmao. Using this as an excuse to write angst for my JJK oc x canon ship because I'm an angst whore and their story within their canon is angsty anyway.
Mangst Prompt Post here
Everything was blurred between light and shadows. Her eyelids felt so heavy, like a weigh was upon them, yet it also felt as if every signal in her brain was commanding her eyes to open. Upon the heels of her burdening consciousness, was the instantaneous impact of *pain*. Everything from her neck down was on fire.
Even breathing was agonizing.
"Sana?" The voice calling to her was so familiar, one she'd heard so many times before--but not like that. She'd never heard that voice sound so...broken before.
She'd never heard Gojo Satoru sound so broken before.
Sana was aware of the pressure to her hand, her vision still swimming in and out of focus, as she tried to flex her fingers. Pain shot from the tips and it took everything inside of her to not whimper. Not when her throat was in burning pain too.
"Sana, can you hear me? Do you know where you are right now? Do you remember what happened?" Satoru's voice was still so broken, yet softer than she had ever heard it. And by the gods, she wanted to answer him so badly. She wanted to answer so he could stop sounding like that.
But her throat was still burning in agony; even trying to make some sort of sound felt that her throat was being ripped apart.
Ripped apart...
Her body tensed, her fingers curling around what held her hand so tightly. As if it remembered something, something so brutal. Yet her mind was in a sea of fog, drifting, as she was in pain with every breath she took.
The pressure to her hand tightened and there was more grit present in Satoru's voice. "You don't remember, do you?" The way he said those words, Sana knew it was rhetorical; it was clear to Satoru that she couldn't recall what happened, much less find awareness for where she was.
Her ears buzzed at the addition of another voice: Geto Suguru, Satoru's best and closest friend. "Satoru. She still needs to rest. I know that you're anxious, but remember what Shoko said..."
"I know what Shoko said," Satoru bit out, the venom in his voice unheard of before--especially when talking to Suguru. Sana knew that the tone was the very last one Satoru would take with his closest friend.
What happened to her? That was the only question on her mind and one she couldn't even muster the strength to ask. Sana had never felt so weak before and the fact that helplessness was creeping into the deepest depths of her heart was bringing with it the cold grip of despair.
Satoru must have noticed this; the pressure on her hand was gone, yet his voice held no inflection of emotion as he spoke. "Get some rest, Sana. I'll be back soon."
That's when Sana's vision slowly ebbed into focus--and the last thing she saw was Satoru's back as he walked out of the room without another glance.
[I.D. Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls against a darker colourful background. Mabel is a white girl with long wavy brown hair, brown eyes and a red little button nose. She's wearing a sweater in purple, wine red and pink gradient with a headband. The headband is purple to black gradient. She has tears streaming down her cheeks, sad eyes and her mouth is in a thin line. She's shown from torso up with her hands over her heart and off center. In one of the pictures she's also holding a brown teddy bear with one pastel pink eye and one pastel purple eye and a green little nose. It's looking at the viewer with the paws raised upwards.
The background is blue, red, green and lots of other colours mixed together in a X kinda mess with black surrounding the edges. There's also white text overlayed on top that says "I'm afraid I" on one line "can't trust" on the second with trust underlined "myself don't" on the third with myself written twice over itself in different opacity "leave me" on the fourth and "ALONE" all in caps and bigger than the rest of the text on the fifth, it's also written several times over itself with fading opacity and underlined the same amount of times. So the text says "I'm afraid I can't trust myself so don't leave me alone".
In the right bottom corner is the signature Chaos -21 with the 's' also functioning as a '/'. end I.D.]
close ups under the cut:
idk if it's good enough for the ID so I'm adding this here but the background is supposed to look kinda like Weirdmaggadon
Close ups of Mabel and lyrics ft all the layers of the background
bonus process screenshots ft teddy, Mabel lineart and Weirdmaggadon looking like a normal night
Mangst Prompt 6: You've Done So Well. Let Me Take It From Here.
Mangst Prompt List here. Yes, more of my ship. I'm having this go back to when they were kids because it touched base on their relationship (and Sana's backstory).
TW in tags, everything under the cut since it's angst.
He'd never seen her look so hurt before. And for a reason he couldn't name, it tore him up.
Satoru's blue eyes were narrowed, his heart galloping in his chest as he held Sana's battered body to him. They were barely ten years old, and while he knew that he was all but treasured in his clan for being born with both the Limitless and Six Eyes, he never knew that the girl he'd known since they were practically infants was the total opposite of him.
Where he was valued in his family, it became clear in her family she was not. And all she did was one thing: defy them.
Sana's pale face had angry, purple bruises blossoming like poisonous flowers and Satoru was certain there were matching ones on her body. Something white-hot and burning in his chest permeated to the rest of his body and his fingers tightened against Sana's shoulder.
Satoru knew one thing about Sana and it was that she was often very meek. His polar opposite when it came to strength and yet he couldn't even muster any disdain toward her for it. It wasn't her fault became a mantra that was repeating in his head as Sana struggled to remain conscious.
The fire in his body only burned hotter.
"Leave it to me," Satoru murmured to Sana, focused on her expression. When Sana's lips parted to argue, the Gojo heir shook his head. "I mean it. You already did well. Leave it to me this time."
It seemed those words were all she needed to let go; Sana's lashes fluttered before she drifted into unconsciousness and Satoru took that as all the incentive he needed.
Mangst Prompt 5: Can't You See That There are People Who Love You?
Back to the teen years!
Mangst Prompt list here
The world was dull, lifeless to Sana's eyes after she had woken up from her coma. Once her memories of that day returned in pieces slowly, everything was no longer the same. Everything was hollow, empty, and she could no longer grasp the concept of joy.
After that day, after that mission went horribly, terrifyingly wrong, Sana's obsidian eyes were focused inward, haunted by what had happened to her. While all of her bandages were off now, the worst of her scars was the one that adorned her neck. A vicious, jagged scar from a wound that had all but ripped her throat open that every time Sana had seen her reflection in her mirror in her dorm room or reflected on the windows, it reminded her of that day...
That day she almost died.
The pieces that she could recall of that day were ones that haunted her nightmares. The cursed spirit's gaping maw, intending to tear her to shreds, its tapered fingers dripping with her blood...
It made bile rise in her throat.
Sana knew she was withdrawing in on herself because some of her classmates' attempts to draw her out had only made her withdraw into herself further.
That is, until Gojo Satoru had enough of seeing that.
Satoru had known Sana since they were children. She was much more withdrawn back then and seeing her be that way once more made him irritated. She resorted to staying in her room for weeks on end, so Satoru decided to go there.
Steps resolute through the halls all the way until he got to Sana's dorm, Satoru raised a fist and pounded it on the door three times. It was a way that Sana always knew it was him, but she didn't open it right away. Trying not to show his frustration, Satoru knocked again three times.
He heard shuffling behind the door before hearing the lock getting undone before the door slowly creaked open just enough for him to be able to see Sana's obsidian eye looking out toward him. "Satoru..."
"I'm coming in," Satoru said shortly, stepping into Sana's dorm room before she could protest. His blue eyes studied his friend's room. Sana normally kept the place spotless, but everything was beginning to collect dust strewn about. "You're gonna get sick like this, Sana," he chided.
Sana shut her door. "I didn't let you in for a lecture. I honestly didn't let you in at all," she mumbled.
Satoru glanced back at Sana, his expression serious. "You barely come out of your room if at all. You're not talking to anybody. Hell, this is maybe more than two words you've said to me," he replied coolly, crossing his arms.
"Maybe I want to be alone. Ever consider that?" asked Sana, crossing back in the direction of her bed--before Satoru caught her by the elbow.
"Don't be a dumbass." Satoru's tone lowered. "I'm not gonna stand here and watch you ruin yourself."
"Ruin myself? I'm already ruined, Satoru."
"Because of what happened?"
When Sana didn't answer him, that spoke volumes to Satoru. His grip on her elbow tightened, the words he wanted to say stuck on his tongue. Didn't Sana know that there were people who loved her, who didn't want to see her suffer like this?
Didn't she know that he...
That he...
"You're not ruined," Satoru told Sana softly. "You're strong, you know."
Sana shook her head at that, averting her gaze. "There's nothing strong about me. There never was."
