#angst but wholesome | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ca-8 · 2 months

Text

"Thank You, Angel..." (Part 1 of ???)

Silence screamed.

Drops of decay either echoed in the distance or fell inches from his withered nose. They aided in the cackles and chirps and growls that erupted from within each shadow. Each shadow that held home of the little critters with those little desperate, famished white eyes and wide toothless grins ready to devour anything with even a hint of a pulse. And when those critters couldn't stand the empty pits of their stomachs, those cackles and chirps and growls and drops of decay sang along with the tormenting squelches and tears of his miserly flesh ripping off and into those widened, toothless grins. And when they were done, after hours of slow, burning agony and screaming filling their stomachs, and the decay hushed to sleep as those horrible little critters scurried off toward their master -

silence screamed.

DogDay hated it all. He hated each sound of falling wood or concrete or spare intestine hitting the floor. He despised the critter's sounds as they drew near. But most of all, he hated the silence, because it was a constant reminder that his friends were gone and no hope gave a breath.

All alone. Always alone. With nothing but a wonder as to when he would finally draw his last breath.

Poppy's words once gave him back a lifelike glimmer. She speculated that someone had to come back here to save them all, an ex-worker, a total stranger -

an Angel, perhaps.

Just someone, anyone who can release them of this constant, lingering, rotting despair.

But so much time has passed. DogDay lost count at…he didn't even know, it's just been years and years and years, perhaps even decades. An eternity of this sickening silence since the day their revolutionary feast took place.

That glimmer was smothered out long ago.

Were those footsteps?

Not the little pitter-patter of those godforsaken critters, no - human footsteps. They were distant, but carefully drew near. As they closed the distance, a shriek from those little monsters echoed throughout the prison.

DogDay's head perked up, but only slightly. If he had a little more energy he'd call out for help, and more certainty too. Maybe he was finally going mad. Maybe what's left inside his head is feeding him false hope with these made up sounds hinting to a rescue.

No, not a rescue. Whatever he had left was drowned in the past.

His head slumped back down, and critter's shrieks halted. But the footsteps grew closer. DogDay didn't want to remove his gaze from the floor and risk disappointment, he knew it was nothing, that even if someone managed to sneak in here, there was no way they would survive this hell. He knew that thing was right, no one was coming to save-

"Oooooh nooo…"

His head sprung up, earning a little gasp from a

a human. An actual human, standing right there in front of him. It - They - couldn't be a hallucination, could it?

No. No hallucination. No human either. With how those lights beamed down on their glowing, moving skin and illuminating the life in those eyes, this was a blessing from Above. "Hello…?"

DogDay realized they were inching closer, but he was too stunned to flinch or tell them to get away. He could only voice his stagger.

"You…You're Poppy's Angel," he choked out through his voice box. "Come to save us…!"

The Angel blinked. "Uh, yeah…" Their eyes were widened; no surprise, anyone not too familiar with this decrepit place would be shocked to see him like this. A pathetic, filthy excuse of a dog wasting away. That's what they were thinking. They had to be. "Nothing left to save, not here…" He held his head back down.

"What're you talking about?" Their voice was as sweet as honey, so filled with life.

"You're in CatNap's home, Angel. Their home." Just saying that thing's name left a disgusting bittersweet taste in DogDay's mouth, but he was given a second chance at being useful, he had to take it.

"A million of pairs of eyes are on you right now," he continued. "Watching…waiting….hungry." A faint spark of terror flooded the (e/c) in those beautiful, breathing eyes. "They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit." He spat out the last word before heaving in a gasp. "…fill what feels empty inside themselves."

"I-Is that…what happened to you, DogDay….?" they asked, eyeing the bitter remains of his lower half.

They knew his name. He appreciated that, although couldn't express it too much. "I'm afraid so, Angel. Because of…that…that thing. CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics."

The Angel snuck a glance at the darkened hallway outside their halo and quickly returned their gaze to DogDay. He continued.

"These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate, and in return, they are fed." DogDay coughed. Black substance spewed out of his mouth and onto the floor. "We tried to fight it, the Prototype's control. I'm…the last of the smiling cri-"

His right arm fell to his side.

…Wait.

DogDay's ears bucked up and he turned to his side. His right arm dangled heavily right by his torso, and the belts that were supposed to be supporting it up to the ceiling were cut short. His gaze whirled to his left side and saw the Angel reaching up to cut off the other belts.

"Angel! Wh-Wh-What're you doing?" he frantically yelped, swinging his torso back and forth.

"Sorry to cut your speech-thing off so quickly, but I think we may have a problem!"

It was at that moment DogDay heard the heightening shrills and screeches from the critters. A sharp chill ran down him and his heart stopped. They were coming; so many were coming! Coming for him! He was about to die if they couldn't get away!

"Angel, please, go! Leave me! Save yourself!" he pleaded desperately. A growl erupted right next to his ear, and DogDay turned to come face-to-face with a miniature Bobby Bearhug. A scream almost escaped his throat until a small flare flew past his face and shot mini Bobby back into the darkness.

"I'm sorry, but could you stop moving so much? This is hard enough as it is!" As they said that, their knife (which he noticed was strangely colorfully patched together) cut through the first of the two left belts. His body darted right towards the floor, but not until Angel caught him with their arm.

"Angel PLEASE! I beg you!" Tears pricked his empty sockets. The shrills were so loud they might as well be on top of them.

But the Angel kept their gaze glued onto the last belt, and as soon as mini CraftyCorn entered the cell, he was finally free.

The Angel hopped down and kicked mini CraftyCorn back into DogDay's worst nightmare: a sea of predators mirroring his friend's appearances. The Angel spun around and ran the opposite direction.

"Don't worry, I got yo- OOOOOO-!!!" The floor collapsed beneath them, and they landed right onto the bottom floor. Well, more like the Angel fell right onto the floor with DogDay cushioned safely on top of them.

This couldn't possible get any worse.

DogDay tried turning his head. "Angel? Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean it! I didn't mean for this to happen! I swear!" He wanted to get off of them to ease whatever pain they were in, but his arms were held up for so long, he could barely even feel anything in them anymore. 'Pathetic! I'm pathetic!'

"I'm fine…I think-!" The Angel got up and sprinted to the end of the hallway. "Just don't look back!"

They held DogDay in a position where his only option was to look back. Snuggled tightly underneath their arm, he watched as a tsunami of critters dashed towards them, snarling with hunger. Hunger for him and his Angel.

He whimpered loudly until they spun him around. "Sorry-! Sorry! I got you!" A flash of another critter was summoned to the right, then suddenly wished away by the bright flash of the Angel's flare. DogDay couldn't do anything, only let his heart squeeze and whimper at the sudden sight of painful reminders until they're blown away by the Angel. He looked up, their gaze was locked forward, doing what he should be doing.

But he couldn't. He was worthless. Just like that day.

The poor withered dog squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't watch anymore. If it weren't for his weak arms, he would cover his ears as the screams of the damned drew ever so near, or maybe do something actually useful. He felt himself get heaved up and a sudden wind blew against his tattered face. Then, he was lowered, and the Angel gasped for air.

Where were they going? Was there even an exit? He couldn't look. He didn't want to look. If he opened his eyes he would only see the Angel get devoured and it would be all his fault.

It wasn't until they were both thrusted into the air that his eyes were finally forced open. Below them was a deep pit of darkness with the critters nearing the edge they hurled over. For a second, he thought they had jumped towards an everlasting sleep, until the Angel landed right onto a lift.

The door shut behind them, and devastating shrills and shrieks were muffled. They were….safe. DogDay was safe, and the Angel didn't die. He hadn't killed them after all.

The Angel gently lowered him onto the floor of the lift and pressed the button to lower them back into, if he could remember correctly….Playcare. They collapsed onto the floor, and the thud snapped him back to reality.

"Angel! Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm so sorry!" DogDay tried to haul himself towards them until they let out a strange chuckle.

"That…holy shit. That was awesome! But also terrifying. And tiring. God, my legs, I'll be surprised if I can even walk once we get down there. What were those things? You called them critters? I kinda feel bad for thinking they were kinda cute now, SHEESH those little devils were relentless!"

The Angel went on and on and on and…not a hint of anger was on their face. DogDay only stared at them in disbelief. They hopped on their knees and leaned closer to him, making him flinch.

"Anyways, are you okay? I don't know why you're asking me, you're clearly the one who needs help here! How long have you been down here? Actually don't answer that. What happened to you-? Wait, wait, don't answer that either, sorry!"

"You…." He finally choked out something. "You…saved me."

"…Well yeah!" A big smile graced their lips. How were they glowing even brighter than before?

"You…You saved me…!"

"….Yeah! Go team!"

Something was building up in his throat. More tears streamed down his face, but there weren't any rivers of regret or disappointment or self-hatred… DogDay leaned into his Angel's chest.

"Oh, hello!" they said cheerfully.

DogDay sniffed and looked up, and for once, a big, genuine smile filled his face. "Thank you, Angel…! Thank you so much!"

They froze there for a second, and their stunned expression melted to that of warmth. He felt their hands wrap around him and gently caress his back. Nothing could ever feel more soothing.

Softly, they giggled. "Hey, call me (Y/n), alright? You're giving me too much credit." ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙

Hey guys! Like what ya saw? Well you can commission your own private piece now!! Read more about that here! Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!~ 💜💜💜

#dogday #dogday x reader #poppy's playtime #catnap #poppy playtime chapter 3 #canon x reader #x reader #fanfiction #wholesome #my baby #baby boy #i love this boi so much #we should've gotten the option to save him #and Im doing dogday because people have been saying he's in his mid 20s #I am not comfortable with the (big bodies) catnap x dogday ship y'all im sorry lmao #smiling critters #gender neutral y/n #open commissions #angst with a happy ending

725 notes · View notes

caelanglang · 1 year

Text

dear diary… one day I met the little prince…

but just as the storybook said… we got separated… all I know is that somewhere out there… we see the same stars…

ps. they found each other again...

#sickly dazai and protective chuuya childhood friends au that nobody asked for #i have a very very special soft spot for wholesome childhood besties aus okay #im sorry if these are getting unnecessarily longer akjsdhfkalf I just love brainrotting abt them sm augh #yes its the little prince reference for me ~#i have no thoughts my head empty but I survived this hell of a week and I'm so darn proud of every single one of you who did too #have some fluff !! (ignore the angst what angst)#bsd #skk #sketch #sketches #my art #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #little prince skk au

2K notes · View notes

nightthinker-08 · 4 months

Text

have some Ragatha wips and sketches

#Me: Oh ragatha likes horses? Gee thats so neat and nice and wholesome :D #Also me: Some how makes angst about it-#I just really like exploring all the emotions she likes to hide :]#the amazing digital circus #my art #ragatha tadc #tadc

442 notes · View notes

canisalbus · 6 months

Note

Seeing the recent wholesome Machete arc is such a delight. It used to be that every once in a while I’d see him in my feed and go “damn, homeboys goin thru it” and now it’s all just just soft Machete and Vasco. Like seeing someone you knew a long time ago and they’re visibly so much happier now that they’ve got a spouse. Truly could not have wished for anything better for the sad priest dog.

That reminds me of this one specific tag that I had to sceenshot and save, it's been living in my head for months.

#hot trophy husband #answered #mad228228 #thank you! I'm glad you've been enjoying the wholesome turn of events #I'll probably start to veer back into angst at some point #but right now I'm getting such guality serotonin out of drawing them just being happy together

460 notes · View notes

justabrunettewhowrites-stuff · 3 months

Note

Can you write a part to to the night that everything fell apart fix you wrote I need a happy ending!!!

'Eclipsed by Shadows, Bathed in Light'

Clarisse La Rue x DaughterOfApollo!Reader

A/N:Sure I can!Tysm for requesting!I hope you like it!💞

Part 2 of 'The Night Everything Fell Apart'

Days passed in the quiet realm of the infirmary, where the air hung heavy with the collective worry of demigods who had faced battles against monsters but were helpless against the internal struggles of one of their own. Clarisse, a daughter of Ares known for her strength and fierceness, found herself in an unfamiliar territory of vulnerability.

The infirmary, once a haven for sorrow, now bore witness to a different kind of healing. The demigods outside the room felt a collective exhale as hope was rekindled in the face of adversity. Clarisse stayed by your side, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Days turned into weeks in the infirmary, and Clarisse remained a constant presence by your side. The weight of grief hung in the air, but amidst the somber atmosphere, there was a flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished.

And finally,one night, as the moon bathed the room in a soft glow,Clarisse sat by your bedside, her gaze fixed on your still form.The wounds you had inflicted upon yourself were healing, but the true battle lay within the realm of consciousness. She held your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours, silently urging you to return to the world of the living

Clarisse found herself speaking to you, not knowing if her words reached your unconscious self. "You better wake up, you stubborn idiot," she muttered, a mixture of frustration and affection in her voice. "I can't handle losing you like this."

Then, as if in response to an unspoken prayer, your eyes fluttered open. Clarisse's breath caught in her throat, and she leaned in, her eyes searching yours for a sign of recognition. In that moment of uncertainty, she decided actions would speak louder than words.

Eyes fluttering open, you found Clarisse by your side, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Hey," you whispered weakly.

Without uttering a single syllable, Clarisse pressed her lips against yours in a passionate and heartfelt kiss. It was a declaration of emotions that transcended the boundaries of spoken language.The kiss held the weight of unspoken fears, shared pain, and a glimmer of hope. It was a testament to the resilience of hearts that could find solace in the warmth of each other.

As the kiss lingered, a tear escaped from Clarisse's eye, falling onto your cheek. She pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours, and whispered, "Don't you dare leave me like that again."

Clarisse's eyes glistened with unshed tears of relief. "You idiot," she choked out, her voice a mix of laughter and tears. "Do you have any idea how worried we all were?"

"I thought I lost you," Clarisse admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You reached up, fingers brushing against the scars on her hands, a testament to the battles she had fought for you. "You didn't. I'm here, thanks to you," you replied, a glint in your eyes that mirrored the stars themselves.

"Promise me you'll never put me through that again." Clarisse whispered

You smiled, a promise reflected in your eyes. "I promise. I'm not going anywhere, not without you."

And in that night,you and Clarisse found solace in each other's arms - tightly embracing eachother and a promise lingering in the air - a promise of a future filled with love, strength, and the resilience to face whatever challenges lay ahead...

A/N:For everyone who wanted a happy ending! <3

Part one here!

348 notes · View notes

murdersansy · 1 year

Text

I decided to finally post about my Rottmnt au.

(Its based on @cokowiii mikey vape au in some sense so go check that out, its worth your time)

But in this au Mikey's mystic energy got out of control with how he opened the portal, and when he tried to learn how to use it, it completly took control of his mind and body.

So mikey is gone(?) and whats left is his mystic energy, and since its magic he doesnt speak/show emptions. He also doesnt sleep, eat and all those things because well.... its just magic

As the brothers try to find a way to bring him back they also have to find a way to make sure he doesnt get out of control since he doesnt seem to understand restraint.

(Sorry if none of it makes senses i wanted to make a fanfic about it but i suck at writing soooooo... drawings it is!)

I wanted it to be wholesome with some angst. But ended making it angst with a bit of wholesome...oops

#fanart #myart #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #leonardo #michelangelo #raphael #donatello #mystic mikey #rottmnt au #hurt/comfort #angst #wholesome #they need therapy #and also a hug

2K notes · View notes

loupy-mongoose · 6 months

Text

I was looking at my big ol men's jacket that I bought for myself, and realized...

I haven't drawn Akoya in Randy's clothes yet.

So I felt a mighty need to change that. XD

#linden roots #art #steadily getting more wholesome #before the story drops some angst bombs lol~#doodle dump

418 notes · View notes

mesmarique · 1 year

Text

#sulemio #suletta x miorine #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #the witch from mercury #gundam suisei no majo #g witch #tsunnami art #yuri #countering all the angst with more wholesome drawings

2K notes · View notes

demigods-posts · 2 months

Text

something that'll always get to me is rachel and annabeth are friends. rachel split with percy and befriended his girlfriend. and all of that must be complicated. and confusing. and messy. like. imagine the possibilities.

#i dont know #might fuck around and make these three into a multi-series story on a03 or something #👀👀👀#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #pjo headcanon #percy jackson #annabeth chase #rachel elizabeth dare #wholesome annabeth and rachel content #angst percy and rachel content #percabeth and rachel learning how to move past what set them apart and become good friends with one another #imagine percabeth and rachel becoming inseparable

272 notes · View notes

pixlokita · 9 months

Note

Bro you go ahead and draw Cassie and Gregory being friends together! Anyone who tries to rain on your parade are just jerks who should draw their own stuff instead of whining about ‘canon’. Block ‘em if you gotta! We’re all here to have fun, not excuse our fun.

HECK YEAH 💖

#pix answers #fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #security breach #ruin #spoilers #Cassie #gregory #Listen I could focus on the angst but I refuse to :> I only care about their friendship #it’s wholesome and that’s all I care about

1K notes · View notes

tornado1992 · 2 months

Text

Do you guys think that Sonic has scars?

Not like Tails’, definitely not like those. Tails’ scars are from ripping fur, burning flesh, badly healed broken bones, deep cuts, and stuff he doesn’t even remember, from before he even met Sonic and started fighting Eggman. So many scars. He’s covered in them, his fur hides them, so he’s lucky that his tails are the fluffiest part of him, that’s where he has the most scars, hes not exactly ashamed of his scars, they show what he’s survived, they show that he came through all that. But still, most of them are a painful reminder that he had to survive, not live, survive.

Now Sonic… Sonic has very few scars, almost none of them from fights or Eggman encounters, his dumb bots couldn’t ever dream of hurting him, he was way too fast for that, way too strong. So they’re not from those fights, no, they’re from something completely different.

All the baby fox fangs marks in his hands, all the deep scratches from tiny little claws in his chest and the back of his arms, all the little cuts close to his face, all of them.

Sonic is proud of those scars.

He’s proud of those scars, because each and every of those scars are a reminder that he baby fox that caused them survived, because every time Sonic bled because of that kid, it was worth it.

Because he tried to bathe him when he was more blood and mud than fur. Because he forced him to take medicine when he was sick. Because he hugged him every time he had a nightmare and wouldn’t wake up even if it meant he would instinctively try to hurt him in the process. Because he held him and didn’t let go even when he felt tiny claws digging and ripping in his skin.

Those scars meant his little brother still wanted to survive. Those scars meant Sonic did everything to make sure he would live.

He’s proud of those scars.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they are cosmic truth #they’re brothers your honor #those aren’t war scars those are honor scars #Sonic showing off the tiny claw marks with the same pride as if it was a huge beast what cause them #maybe even more #Tails does feel bad because they are a reminder that he hurt Sonic even if he wasn’t doing it on purpose #but Sonic doesn’t mind and even shows them of because they’re a reminder of how much he loves him #kinda mushy but it’s the true #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #please tell me this counts as wholesome I’m the angst trenches and I can’t get out

227 notes · View notes