#FEEL MY AGONY

[lovinggreeniehours]

actually actually while im on odyssey arifive train another reason why im so FRUSTRATED with the romantic plot in s4 was because like. five is already so odysseus coded. and then they added something that both adds and takes away from that— odysseus spends SEVEN YEARS STRANDED on an island with calypso. he was trapped there until eventually the gods let him out to go back to his family back home. but STRANDED FOR SEVEN YEARS HUH? 💀 SOUNDS FAMILIAR. it could've been such a cool reference i would've cried but! hey! guys! even if there are interpretations wherein odysseus and calypso get together in those seven years, whatever he felt for her PALES in comparison to his drive to get back to his family because guess what? he still chose them. because that is his character. what they did with five though,,,, he actively tried to get them to stay stranded because,, what exactly?

[sunlitmcgee]

trick or treat!

actually dont mind the treat gimme a trick >:)

ghostboo has lived in the mansion longer than any 3 of cbenchtrio ever have combined. he sits around and all he does it sit in a pool of ever growing decay. the bed is ruined and the floors are stained with pools of rot left by this sake of moving maggots. the only thing he ever does is wander the halls and groan and moan and bemoan and complain. "why don't they visit? why doesn't anyone care?"

he doesn't even bother listening when he's called by caimsey. secretly(or not so scecretly, it's very obvious, clear as day), ghostboo is thriving in this rotten world he's made for himself. he's happy. he's here. he's alive and feasting on the life that was stolen from a helpless child, the same one from who he stole his now sagging, colorless face.

it's so good, being dead.

he feels so good.

he feels so free.

[devilcatdarling]

There is truly no greater love than taking your most adored fictional character and throwing them into the emotionally-devastating angst fueled trash compactor and pressing every single button on the machine just to see what will happen

[saewokhrisz]

justice

[heartorbit]

catch us if you can! ☆

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[uris9158]

thinking about how kim dokja thinks he's alone in the world and there is no one in the world who understands him or can possibly understand him.

but. there yoo sangah is. yoo sangah who discusses literature with him. yoo sangah who understands kim dokja bc she is very perceptive about people and very empathetic and also bc they have the kind of friendship where words aren't needed. yoo sangah who read every book in the library about kim dokja bc she was genuinely interested in her friend's life and bc she wanted to understand him. yoo sangah who figured out it was 49 and not real kdj and figured out what he did but didn't say a word bc she understood and respected his decision even though she wanted her friend back more than anything.

yoo sangah who witnessed his mundanity and monstrosity both, and loved him either way. loves him despite every irredeemable quality he thinks he has. yoo sangah who wants to be his best friend in every lifetime and live together right next to each other. yoo sangah, his best friend who understands him without words.

[x-chqrmolypi-x]

WE GOTTA GO‼️

[lovexmemonster]

Irumeanie in the PASWG style !!

[mugentakeda]

[benevolenterrancy]

the first of many betrayals (nmj is willing to throw other people to the wolves (his little brother) if it means he's not the one being immediately pestered)

[try-set-me-on-fire]

oh superman, oh judge, oh mom and dad

[gojoest]

………i have to fuck him in that state

[starheirxero]

A redraw of this post I made a couple months after Bloodmoon had first died lol

Fun fact!! The flowers shown here—Lycoris Radiata, Higabana, Hurricane Lily, Spider Lily, etc etc—are associated with death, grief, painful memories, and sometimes reincarnation! They're my favorites <3

[1698]

we should all kill ourselves idk

[mosaickiwi]

Patience

hi i really like this post so i wrote it!!! (my hobbies include robbing sai)

warning: Angel coming down from a panic/anxiety attack while Ren waits in da hallway. Also a little self loathing if u squint?

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

The tightness in your chest was finally waning. You took a deep breath—the easiest one you'd had in what seemed like hours. 

It felt cold on the floor now. Or maybe it'd been like that since the moment you locked yourself in. But you were more aware of it, at least. You leaned back against the wall with a sigh, closing your puffy eyes. Though your hand trembled, you gently rapped your knuckles on the marble flooring.

A faint knock on the door to your right came in response.

[REDACTED] had been there the whole time while you cried. They never said a word, but always answered you in some form. I'm here.

Vulnerability was shameful according to the voice in your head. You were making gradual progress to get rid of that voice, to give yourself the grace you gave others to seek comfort when needed. And if he couldn't see you, letting it all out didn't feel so bad. All you needed was to know that they were close by.

You tried to speak and only managed to throw yourself into a coughing fit from how raw your throat was. Hunching over with your head on your knees, you could only wait until it was over. There were hurried footsteps from the other side of the door that you barely heard over the haggard sounds.

This time, they reached out first. It wasn't a knock like usual, but your phone vibrating atop the marble. You felt around on the floor until it was within your grasp. The simple message on screen turned clear as you gently wiped at your eyes, still blurry from earlier.

water?

Despite your exhaustion, you laughed, then silently winced at the slight pain it caused. Any help or care he could offer was always within seconds when it came to you. 

It took you a few measured breaths to gather yourself enough to unlock the door. Along with a thin line of light, a water bottle slid through the small gap, only the tips of his scarred fingers coming into view before they disappeared altogether. You opened the door a little wider and tilted your head to peek out at him.

His dark mess of hair greeted you, rather than his face. [REDACTED] was sitting on the floor, almost the same as you were minutes ago with his back to the wall, knees bent and arms crossed over them. They made sure to keep their head turned away. He knew you didn’t want anyone to see you like this.

You stretched out into the hallway to touch his shoulder. It was the only way you thought to offer some form of a thank you in the moment. Their muscles flexed and shifted under your fingers, but otherwise, they didn’t acknowledge you.

The room seemed stuffy now, so you kept the door open just a crack for a little fresh air. You scooted back to your place beside the door, then slowly drank the water in peaceful silence, the man that sat still as a statue within arms reach at the corner of your vision. Everything still ached in some way from the crying session. But it wasn’t as long as usual. You tapped on the floor and watched him.

Through the space no bigger than your pinky finger, you saw your partner immediately put one hand to the wall, and knock back.