#angsty asks

A list of angsty/hurtful self ship questions to break your heart! Simply send an ask with an Emoji and an F/O and the person asked will answer!

Please remember to practice reblog karma, if you reblog from someone send them an ask! And hopefully they will send you one back!

On to the questions!

😢 - What is the most hurtful thing that F/O has ever said to you, and vise versa?

🤬 - What is the biggest argument you and F/O have ever gotten into? What was it about?

💔 - Have you and F/O ever broken up? If so, what happened? And how did you get back together?

🤕 - Has your F/O ever hurt you physically? Whether intentionally or otherwise, what happened? How did they make it up to you?

❤️‍🩹 - Has your F/O ever hurt you emotionally? Whether intentionally or otherwise, what happened? How did they make it up to you?

😬 - Have you or your F/O ever said something to the other that you instantly regretted? If so, what was it?

😨 - Has your F/O ever done anything that made you fear them. If so, what? Or, vise versa?

💀 - Has your F/O ever threatened you? If so, why? And what did they threaten to do? Or, vise versa?

So so! : ROs reaction visiting the MC’s grave each month, leaving them flowers and their favorite food. (or something else, that was what the prompt generator generated)

:3

M: They usually come with Dawn but today was…just one of those days they decided to go alone. M stood over your grave now, clutching a few flowers that reminded them of you along with a small animal pelt. They gently get to their knees and place the items on the ground besides them.

Taking a moment to just stare at the stone. M lightly brushed a small amount of brush off the stone and kept their hand there. M…swears they can feel warmth, that their is something fond and comforting in the air. It made them shudder.

They hunched forward as their breathing shook, resting their mask against the stone s they caught their breath. A whisper, barely even a touch; they feel a palm touch the back of their neck. It makes their body tense as they whip around, searching for nothing but a few flowers.

They glance down at them before they look away, eyes burning as they place the small flowers down with the pelt. Saying something in a language not known by humans for a moment, then they stand up, turn and walk away. Squishing the flowers that where next to them under their foot as they went.

They where forget-me-nots.

S: They hate this time of the month. It made them feel cold and numb, a feeling they didn’t enjoy. They sat next to your grave now, cuddling against the stone as if it where a person. They had nothing but a bottle in their hand, it was one of your favorite drinks.

They just sat in silence for a long moment. S stares at the ground in front of them, eyes going blank. Sometimes they swear they feel a glimpse of warmth brush past them. It makes S shiver and get closer to the stone.

S closes their eyes and clenches their jaw when they hide closer to the grave. They know you aren’t here, yet…here they are. Cuddling against some empty stone with a body six feet below it. S heart stops when they feel a soft, ghost of a touch; or soft lips over their eyes.

Immediately their eyes snap open and the sound of a blade being drawn fills the silence of the graveyard. S sits up, head searching for a target but gets nothing. Nothing but a few flowers in front of them. When they see the flowers their hands go limp at eyes go heavy again.

Forget-me-nots…fuck their life.

B: It’s a surprise when they come to your grave alone. Some little ones or their mothers usually attend, but B….B just needed a moment. Now they stand above your grave, a large cluster of flowers and some of your fav route pastries in hand. They ever so gently place the flowers next to your grave stone and the place the sweets down in the same place.

They stand there for a moment, before their shoulders shake and their legs give out.

B sobs as they hunch in on themselves, fists grasping at the dirt below them. As if they reach enough, they can grab your hands. Get some sort of comfort to this pain.

B cries until they can’t anymore, until it’s painful. Then, they just sit back on their knee and clutches the fabric of their pants as they look down at their slightly bloodied hands. B freezes when they barely feel, an ever so soft; caress of the back of their head.

B is quick to snap their head around and search for anyone. But they find no one. Nothing but a few flowers tickling their face in the breeze. They catch a few in their hand, staring at them for a long moment before they crush them in their hand.

8. Ahuska absolutely will bottle things up inside until she overflows or cracks, mostly through some various combinations of guilt or shame, attempts to be strong or stoic, a strong aversion to confrontation with people she cares about or wants to get along with, or just flat out trying to be a better person and not letting 'the little things' get to her. Sometimes it works, and the things can pass without mention or outburst and fade away into a place of no importance, but sometimes it's an unhealthy way to deal with an ongoing problem (or avoid dealing with, if we want to be more accurate about it).

Cinder walked over to a cage, placing a clawed hand on the bars. Inside the cage was who she had thought her rival was, now turned into a grimm-like hound. Cinder spoke to the new grimm, her voice sounding coarse, echoing with each word. “Look at you in that cage. What exactly is this now? A prison? But I only wonder, is it you who’s caught-” she looked at her own reflection, a large, drake-like wing attached to her back with bone plating on her shoulders and joints, little trace of the human she once was still visible though the grimm flesh. “-or is it me? Maybe it’s both, or neither.” 

The hound looked in Cinder’s direction, growling at her, almost as if it still understood the human-grimm hybrid. With a deep voice, it spoke a single word. “Leave.” 

“Not until you answer something for me, my little rose.” Cinder slowly opened the cage, her human eye glowing with the power of the maidens as her left arm burned in a hellish fire. “Are you proud of yourself? Sacrificing yourself to save your friends only to end up like this. What were you hoping to accomplish? All you’ve managed to do is delay the inevitable for your friends.” Cinder paused for a moment, bringing the fire from her arm to a single claw, holding it in front of Ruby. “Why?” 

The hound snarled at Cinder, uttering a single word answer. “Hope.” 

Cinder frowned and swiped at Ruby, her claws piercing the grimm flesh and burning it with a foul stench following in the air. “Lies! Why did you come back?! You were dead! You could’ve left us all alone! Instead, you came back and threw yourself at Salem! I was supposed to kill-” her words were cut short as her body writhed in pain, a screech escaped her lips as pain flared through her body. 

“You were never to do any such thing.” Salem’s footsteps echoed through the castled as she walked closer to the cage, looking over her new hound. “Ruby was always needed alive so I could finish my project. And what a wonderful pet she’s become.” 

The hound slowly moved closer to Salem, staying hesitant to her new master.

Salem smirked and gently placed a hand on Ruby’s head, holding a crown in front of her. “Now, you have one last task. Bring me the one who last wore this. I need to know what she saw.” 

The hound obediently sniffed the crown, hesitating for a moment as it recognized a scent. For a moment, it seemed to freeze up, not wanting to obey Salem.

Salem frowned closed her hand, watching as the hound whined in pain as it fell to the ground. “You will do well to obey me. Something my old pawn had never figured out.” Her eyes shifted to Cinder, looking at the girl panting on the ground. “So I offer you both one last chance. Whoever brings me the one who wore this crown last shall be rewarded. And the one who doesnt…” She started walking away, not bothering to finish her threat. She knew her pawns would do as they were told, unwilling to displease her for fear of their punishment. 

Cinder slowly stood up as she looked at the hound, jealousy rushing through her mind. “I will kill each and every one of your friends until I find the one that Salem desires. And I’ll make sure you see the aftermath.” 

I AM SLOW.

5. Who cries out for their partner but their partner isn't there?

Sarahi.

"Barnaby?"

The woman called around the house, searching for her husband.

"Barnaby?? Where are you?"

Suddenly the memories from the previous night came flooding back into her mind, and she paled, her calls getting more desperate.

"BARNABY!?"

Her desperate cries worried her daughters as they came into the living room.

"Momma? What happened?" Little Urmila asked.

"Where is Papa?" Siya added.

Sarahi's face fell, but turned to her daughters, trying to smile.

"Your... Your father had some urgent business to attend to. He should be back soon. Come here my dears..."

Sarahi got down on her knees, and her daughters ran up to embrace her, now that they were feeling calm about their father's whereabouts.

But Sarahi... She couldn't have told them the truth. Her heart ached, knowing that Barnaby had thrown himself into a mess of his own, just to protect his girls.

But what if... He never comes back?

[CONTEXT TIME: Two weeks before the Battle of Hogwarts, Barnaby decided to leave home to lead his parents away, after Sarahi, who was acting as a spy, was attacked by a group of death eaters which included his mother. Though she returned unscathed, Barnaby was terribly scared and decided to leave, and no matter how much Sarahi tried to convince him to stay, he didn't budge. Still, Sarahi was able to convince him to stay for at least one more night before leaving, which Barnaby agreed to. They reunited two weeks later, at the Battle of Hogwarts. Both survived!😊 (That particular night was also extremely heated🤭, LOL forgive me, and thus unknown to Sarahi, she was with a kid while fighting. Kid was born fine tho!)]

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7. Who watches their partner get tortured and is helpless to do anything about it?

Barnaby.

Ohohoho and how I love to deliver the angst.

💧 what is something that’ll instantly put a damper on their mood?

Ruth loves to crack jokes, laugh, and tease and prank her friends. But if one of her jokes falls flat or backfires, she instantly retreats emotionally and will probably remain distant for the rest of the day. Even if it wasn’t a big deal to anyone else, she still takes it really personally. 

💉 how did they react to learning about the circumstances of their death? do they hold anything against asra/julian/lucio over it?

When she first learned about her death in the route, she didn’t really have time to process it with everything else that was going on. Afterwards, and when she started to slowly regain her memories, she had a lot of days where she felt like she wasn’t quite real and that she might just disappear. As for grudges, she knows that there wasn’t anything Julian or Asra could have done had they noticed/been there. And with Lucio, she doesn’t hold a grudge with him over her own death, but she’s big mad about him force-feeding Julian a plague beetle. 

⛔️ what is something that happened in your apprentice’s past that affects them today?

"I keep taking the needles and pills, and the straps and test keep prolonging. .... B is doing this for the better of humanity, ... right? ... I can suffer, if it means the world will be better ..."