#really angsty

[lumosflairr]

writing gut wrenching harry potter angst based off a joji song w no happy ending🥲 sorry in advance guys

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

okay but like i'm browsing through new songs to listen to and i listened to conan gray's new song "yours" and the lyrics hit so hard so i was wondering if you can write a fic based off on that song if you're up for it?? thank u <333

𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Everyone makes falling in love seem as though it is the answer to the world's greatest problems, that it can overcome even the greatest of odds. And yet here you are with a love that burns you from the inside out, yet those honeyed eyes drag you further into their trap despite all else.

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader, with a very quick appearance from the daughters.

Warnings: Heavy angst! Unrequited feelings and canon-typical violence and death. Please tread carefully if you could be affected by these topics!

Author's Note: Finally I'm finishing this request. I'm so sorry for the anon who requested it, I swear I started it the day of, but life escaped me. But here it finally is! As someone who is a fan of Conan Gray, this was a pleasure to write. What's your favourite song from his new album? I would love to know~ Other than that, happy reading everyone!

There was an allure to things you knew you could never have. An inexplicable yearning for something that is so far out of reach, and yet your heart calls out for it all the same. It pulls you close and stretches you thin, a whisper of possibility just inches from your fingertips. And what more out of reach was a Countess? A Lord of a village who carried the ethereality and power of a divine being, who with a single step makes known her confidence and strength, yet still had the grace and fluidity of someone who was raised in nobility.

She was nothing like you, a mere mortal snatched away from their home as payment for the right to survive in the village, not live, survive. What a hefty price to pay in return for such a feeble thing, yet surviving was the first step to living, was it not? So your parents paid the price happily, clinging to the selfishness of protecting their own lives in return for their child’s. One child for a generation of protection from the horrors of their home, not accounting for famine and sickness that could kill them off otherwise; it was a small price indeed.

It hurt you to know your parents had given you up so easily, but it hurt you even more to know that this had always been your fate. The cost of being the eldest child in the Village of Shadows. Perhaps had you not been so sheltered would you have accepted your fate far earlier than the moment you were shoved into a carriage and off to the castle. Perhaps had you been a bit braver would you have crept away as their backs were turned the evening they told you that you were to be sent away, braving the monsters that roamed in the dark of night. But what was life if not without regrets? So on the eve of your 21st birthday you were hauled off with nothing more than the clothes on your back and a bitter taste lingering in your mouth.

You had heard the rumours of the Castle. It was impossible not to. The horrors and torment followed by trails of deep crimson blood, the cruelty of its Mistress and her daughters not unknown. The mere thought had you shivering in your seat that day. How many young women had you known that all one day disappeared one by one, never to be seen again? And here you were, next in line.

It was a beautiful castle, that you could admit as you first walked through the front doors. Ornate furnishings and richly coloured wood, it was something straight out of a fairytale. Well, if you could ignore the disconcerting stains splattered around the expensive carpets and the screams ringing deep in the depths of the household.

That admiration was short-lived however because not even a second later you had your first encounter with the Dimitrescu daughters. Manifesting out of nowhere your eyes widened in shock momentarily, but you knew better than to let it show. No fear, that was how you’ll survive. So you steeled your expression as they all examined the fresh batch of maids arriving at the castle, cackling as they probed and poked at each of them.

One of the daughters came up to you, the brunette one, and snickered before her sickle was pressed up to your neck. Your eyes widened for a moment before you could stop yourself and she snickered.

“Not so brave now, hm~?” she said with a smirk, eyes sparking with mischief. “Don’t think I know what your play is, little one.” She presses the sickle in more firmly and you can do nothing but hold your breath in fear that one would be your last.

Then, a firm voice rings out in the hall and it's like time stops.

“Enough, Cassandra,” the voice says, and the brunette pulls away. You gasp out a breath as you clutch your chest, eyes darting around like a cornered feral cat.

Then you hear the soft clack of heels on the tiled floor, and all at once nothing but white fills your vision. Large fingers grasp your chin and force your eyes up to meet ochre eyes, sugary gaze that was nothing more than a front for the darkness within.

But you were a fool, not blinking twice and taking her as she was because all at once she was your salvation. A beauty amongst beasts, yet she was the most terrifying one of them all. But you were a fool and didn’t see that at all, only a goddess who deemed you worthy enough of her presence.

Alcina Dimitrescu, Lady of the House and Lord to the Village you had all but left behind. You had caught her attention and life would never be the same.

It was never slow with Alcina Dimitrescu, even from the start she snatched you away in a flurry of saccharine words and well-timed affections because frankly, you were easy to play with. A child who acted as though they were okay, yet craved love and affection all the same deep down. Alcina Dimitrescu knew this, and you fell straight into her syrupy trap.

She took what she wanted without blinking twice, and you could only hope that you could feel the same satisfaction.

Blood, sex, anything she asked you would give, because that was what she expected. Anything less and you would be cast out, and as much as you loathe to admit it, you never wanted that. Because you found some sick satisfaction in pleasing her, you cared for her. Some fucked up form of love had manifested in you, but could you help it? When she acted just so, claiming you her favoured maid as you ignored the fact she brought in other maidens to her chambers all the same. Subtle affections that served enough for pets, not humans. But you ignored that, because even for a short while you held her attention and that was enough.

You gave and you gave as she greedily took it all, but still it was never enough. Because she would never be yours.

Oh, how your heart yearns for what it cannot have, what a cruel fate it was.

Your chest heaved as you greedily took in air, Alcina falling into place next to you on the bed.

“Sweet thing, you have pleased me much today,” she says as she pulls her robe back on and motions for you to do the same, so you did, always wanting to please her. Getting up from the bed you knelt to pick up the clothes haphazardly tossed on the floor and redress. It was always like this, sickly sweet words spoken as you fell back down from your high, and what a high that was. Then you were kicked out like an unloved puppy in the rain. If you had been smarter you would have realized she toyed with you as the chemicals in your brain made your head a blur. With each word she dragged you deeper into her trap, ensnaring you in inescapable vines.

If only, right? And yet you never did. No, you only smiled softly at her, heart beating wildly in your chest as false hope crept its way in. What could kill hope after all? Nothing in this world, or the universe for that matter. And so, as foolishly as a lone lamb in the dark words did you speak your next words.

“I love you, my lady,” you say softly, so soft that no one but her would hear because they had no right to. Hesitantly you meet her gaze and saw that they were widened in surprise before they returned back to her usual gaze like nothing had changed.

For a moment you thought your affections were returned as her lips crept up into a smile before it became too much. It was no soft smile, no, it was too wide to be anything but ominous, eyes gleaming wickedly.

“Awww, foolish thing,” she said with a cruel laugh. “As if someone as pathetic as you could be anything more than a pet I indulge in from time to time. You’re nothing. Replaceable. In fact, why don’t I show you how replaceable you are?”

Your eyes widened in fear as monstrous claws extended from her fingertips, dark as obsidian and wickedly sharp. Everything in your body told you to run, to scream, anything. But instead it was stuck frozen to your spot, as though the world had paused nothing but you.

Step by step she grew closer, dark grin only growing in size as her golden eyes you adored so much glinted devilishly.

“Oh~ Your fear is delightful, little one. Like a lamb eyeing the sharp blade at the slaughter.”

A dance with the devil, that’s what this was. The song was the rapid beat of your heart, the intermingled fear and love running through your veins. And what was a song without an end?

Fear was quickly replaced with sorrow as your eyes filled with tears, how cruel the string of your fate was, leading you to your demise by the one you loved most. You felt the moon looking down on you with pity, with the power to sway even the greatest of oceans she could not change this.

Perhaps in another life would this place be filled with warmth and tenderness, where the look in Alcina’s eyes was one of eternal love, where her heart beats only for you, where she could be yours. But all you knew was that it was not this one.

At least you would die by her hand, see her beautiful face, honeyed eyes, and crimson lips one last time before you succumbed to the void. A little bit of heaven before hell.

Grasping your chin roughly, she forces you to be surrounded by nothing but her. “What a lovely wine we’ll make out of you, darling,” she drawls sarcastically. “Ever so useful even at the very end.”

With a final step her hand swings down, but not before you could whisper your final words out to the universe, to her; “I love you.”

A/N: Hi, this was wild for me to write because I usually don't write angst lol. Although I am quite happy with how it turned out, so I hope you enjoyed reading! As always, I hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are my lovelies~

[wyattlife]

More about the AU I talked about earlier

I will put this in multiple parts

I copy-pasted this from a Google doc

Things that'll be different

Grizz

Since the firefighters didn't rescue him, he actually tries to get himself down from the tree, causing him to accidentally hurt himself in the process

His sees his mom's dead body, and he asks her to wake up and it's sad and very angsty cause I want ppl to cry while reading it because I crave for angst

He will learn how to survive by himself know a bit more bear language

He will never meet Panda and Ice Bear, but Panda and Ice Bear will meet each other. Yes Ice Bear and Panda will be in this AU

I still haven't thought of a name for the AU, any suggestions

"Lonely Grizz" the one that cherrywbb-art said could be the title, but I'm not 100% tho

[asterssunzephyr]

trick or treat !!

Trick, actually!

Tp&Ts is going to rip your fucking guts out when I post the next chapter here soon I hope you enjoy it.

[starryskyspectacle]

Holy shit

The color orange hurts

[wrenqueenisboss]

Update!

The prologue for Keeper of Time will post on Friday at 1 pm EST

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- Wren

[picnokinesis]

She has a dream which is not all a dream.

There is an endless forest, spruces and cedars stretching on and on and on beyond her sight. She walks, and walks, and walks through eternity, but finds nothing.

“The winds were withered in the stagnant air,” she recites, a stilted whisper, even though she can’t remember where the words come from. They don’t mean anything to her. “And the clouds perished –”

Some art for the fic I’m just about to post over on my ao3 - it’s about prison!13 and it’s called and they did live by watchfires, which is a line from Lord Byron’s ‘She was the Universe’ poem!

[kitkozume]

Atsumu Miya- AngstFest~ TW: Death

You couldn’t stand this feeling. You knew you never had a chance with him. But, he led you on. All of the glances and flirting. You knew he was a player. But, you couldn’t help, but love him. You remember the time you tried to confess. ‘You waited for him to finish practice. When everyone started to pick up. You walked into the gym and took a deep breath. You went over to him. He turned and smiled at you. Your breath hitched, and you tried to form words. “Atsumu... I like you!” You said. He just looked at you and bluntly said, “I’m already dating someone” Your eyes widened and you started to stutter. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t know.” You turned and ran out of the gym, super embarrassed.’ It was about two weeks after the confession. You were walking to class when you saw him. You did everything in your power to avoid him. Yet, you failed at doing so, since he was in front of you. You tried to turn and walk in a different direction, but then you heard a voice. ”[Y/n]!” You dreaded to see him. You forced yourself to turn and fake a smile.  “Yes, Atsumu?” He just said, “I haven’t seen you around. Are you okay?”  You laughed, “of course I’m okay!” He nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but then he closed it and just let out an,” ok...see ya!” You sighed, and shook your head, before walking into class. You tried to pay attention to the board, but something took your attention away. Someone behind you was talking to their friend. You weren’t the type to eavesdrop, but their conversation was about Atsumu.  “Did you hear that Atsumu is single now?” “Omg! Yeah!" They whispered to each other.  You shook your head. This was just a rumor.  But, you had that little bit of hope that it was true. Once, school ended you ran to the gym. You wanted Atsumu to know the rumor that was being spread. Well, technically you wanted to know if it was true. So, you entered and looked around a bit. But, you didn't see him. You were about to talk to Kita when you heard a voice.  "Obsessed much?" You turned and saw Atsumu smirked.  "Cocky much?" you replied. He just scoffed. You sighed and decided to ask him if he knew about the rumor.  "Hey! Um... do you know that there is a rumor about you," You asked him. He looked at you confused, so you continued. "Well, people are saying that you are single and I wanted to tell you, so you could debunk them!" Atsumu then said," It's true though." You smiled, but what he said next made you frown. "Look [Y/n], I get it. You like me and the only reason you told me this was because you wanted to see if you had a shot with me." He started to walk closer to you, "But, the thing is it's never gonna happen, so just give up." He walked away and you were left speechless. You clenched your fists and ran out of the gym. It stung, but you forced yourself to smile. As you ran, you looked at the ground. Then, you saw light in the corner of your eye. And a loud honk. You looked and saw a car coming towards you. You tried to run, but it was to late. You felt the impact on your ribs and the air was knocked out of you lungs. Then, you closed your eyes. ————————Time skip to 8 years later—————–– Atsumu’s POV When Atsumu first heard the news about you getting into a car accident, he didn’t believe it. He had just seen you a couple minutes before. So, when the school announcements had informed everyone of your death, he was in denial. He felt his heart sink and regret overcame him. Later that day everyone gathered in the auditorium for a memorial. He felt numb remembering his last words to you. 

Currently, it had been 8 years since you died and Atsumu went to your grave every day. Today, he brought some flowers and sat down. Tears running down his cheeks as he remembered everything that led up to the event. He just wanted to see you one last time. “I-I’m sorry...I was being stupid an-and I shouldn’t have said all those things. Because the truth is I-I-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence. He started to choke up and his eyes got blurry. Still he mustered up courage and spoke.”I liked you...but my pride got in the way. I know that’s a shitty reasons to be mean to you, and I know there is nothing I can do to make up for it...” He put the flowers down and spoke for the last time. "I love you and I always will!" He smiled and walked back to the car watching the leaves fall and the birds chirp.

The things he would give to see you again.