#broken heart spring

[belovecore]

had to go back to look at fnaf 3 gameplay to refresh my memory, been so long

zero really does play into the 'i need/want this job but the pay is shit and the boss is a dickhead sometimes'

wouldn't call this bossman 100% bad just very dismissive and clueless and hell, zero finds it hard to stand up for herself especially when it's at risk where she can't see springtrap again

something will happen where everything changes for her and springtrap both in a positive light but for now? she's stuck in a deadend job with pennies for pay and has to just live with having issues paying bills/rent but springtrap makes it so much more bearable and gives her reason and hope to push on just to see him and do well at her job

[mother-lee]

[firstfullmoon]

Robert Hass, from “Iowa City: Early April”

[polskasroka]

God Games seems to be both my fav song from The Wisdom Saga and my least liked song from this saga

The whole concept around the song is absolutely brilliant and the portrayal of everyone is stunning. Especially Aphrodite and Ares. Also Teagan's vocals? Divine. And the callback to Warrior of the Mind? Fantastic.

And then I have two main issues. The song feels somewhat rushed to me (the whole saga kind of does, too). And Zeus becoming the villain just because. Throwing a tantrum because he can.

I'm very curious how it'll be resolved, so I'm really looking forward to the next sagas

[imissmymonster]

I miss mid romcoms.

These days most of romcoms are not cool. These ones are tho. New good ones.

[shopwitchvamp]

Cute spring style midis that are $5 off now! All available in A Size (XXS-MD), additionally Broken Heart Midi has 1 B Size in stock. [Petal] [Broken Heart] [Hanami Day]

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

Vortex: *to Loona* “Yeah, my girlfriend throws a ton of hellhound parties. You should come sometime.”

Loona: *thinking she’s got a chance with Vortex*

The girlfriend:

[mirai-desu]

[oblako]

how i wish it was march already :(

[nerdygayheretoday]

I just watched Palm Springs and that scene in which she wants to leave and explode herself and he wants to stay, reminded me a teeny tiny bit of that ep 6 scene™️, so naturally I started effing crying.

So much for my mental state...

[belovecore]

nightguard zero asks springtrap why he doesn't commit to the bunny rabbit bit

=

springtrap: excuse me?

zero: y'know like, bunnies hop everywhere. you don't hop??

springtrap: ...

springtrap: why in a decade's worth of rust would i do that?

zero: kinda just...

-zero holds hands up like paws and wiggles before hopping to a new spot and watches him expectedly-

springtrap: 🤨

[pretentiouswreckingball]

Watching Heartstopper season 2 and ready to lose my mind, wish me luuuuck 😛

[as-spring-came-in-october]

Winter Sun

Damn you Venus

And I blew it out of proportion

Trusted the bad guys

And the lie was clear as a day,

Your flannel jacket hanging on the door,

I couldn't stand to see you go.

But then at midnight underneath the sky,

I swore to God no more of this pain

But heavens the love we could have had.

I regretted you from the night we met.

And it takes a week to kill a family

The rays warmed our hearts, one last time.

In that one moment, you were mine.

To all the mistakes we could've undone,

And I was drenched in the winter sun.

The fog surrounded, you became a haze,

We left behind the summer days

And as the sun sets,

The night is tender for the broken hearts.

By @theloudestwomanyoulleversee and @its-ener

[emeraldiis]

quick lil teaser of the Viktor x fem!reader i’m working on, should be completed within the next 2 weeks!

[dearloverboy]

Intro Post!!!

Hi!

I am a fictive of Eddie from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, so call me Eddie or Icarus!

I'm a romantic selfshipper, and this is where I'm going to post about my loves!

Minors, proshippers, zionists, terfs, ect DNI

Some of my FOs are from problematic sources, so know that I don't particularly like the source, just the character.

Any FOs that are minors in canon, I age up, and it's a case of me having a crush on them as a child, and aging them up with me.

Edits may come later!

DM me for art comms!

Broad is tagged as general!

~

Specific Tags!

Five Hargreeves: Everything leads back to you

Joseph Christiansen: Margarita Zone

Stanley Skeptik (OC): Batty Rants

Robbie Shapiro: Broken Glass

Henry Emily: Connection Restored

William Afton: Spring Forward

Teruteru Hanamura: burning love

Michael Mell: Cheap Headphones

Ivan Braginski: Sunflower Home

Alfred F Jones: Rubber Band Heart

Carlos Machado: Ice Cream Smoke

[thehighlordofspring]

a broken hallelujah

Tamlin was coping — or, that was what he told himself. He was making an effort. He woke up in the morning and dressed, fed, and cared for himself as he should. Magic helped on the days that was too overwhelming.

It isn’t a crutch. He swore. I don’t need crutches.

If no one could see his brokenness, didn’t that mean he wasn’t?

That was what he wished, despite that deep down Tamlin knew that one had to allow themselves to break before they could heal.

Broken bones always hurt when they weren’t set properly and he was tired of setting his bones back into place. He was weary, not just tired. His soul dragged along the edge of the ground underneath every smile that he conjured for his people.

They are happy.

That is all that matters.

He was simply a vessel. It was his job to keep Spring just as alive, as much as he was dead.

The darkness and destruction which both Hybern and the Night Court had wrought on his home was immeasurable. He couldn’t begin to process the damage, let alone repair it alone.

Yet, it didn’t stop him from trying. When he looked around the ruins, he didn’t feel angry; he felt empty. He still did not have it in his heart to blame Feyre Archeron for her misdeeds, despite that they were many. He loved her and always would. Love was to blame.

With the manor under repair, he chose a small house in the village and lived among his people. Calanmai was approaching and his dread ached in his chest.

What if I can’t do this? What if I fail?

Tamlin did not know how much longer his body would tolerate the magic before it gave up completely. He needed an heir.

If he did not have one when that happened, things would fall into a much deeper disarray than they already were. He couldn’t bear the blame for that.

Only a week ago, he had sent notice across his lands that a fertility potion would be available for the young lady chosen by Spring on the upcoming festive night. It explained how bearing him a child would bring great honor to their family and exemption from the Tithe.

He made sure to acknowledge that it was a choice. He’s rewritten his words until his fingers bled. Any girl who did not wish to conceive would be provided her own contraception and those who were against it completely were advised to stay far from the festival that night.

Tamlin groaned, pulling at his hair, as he suffered through another migraine. It was only dawn and the magic was already surging through his system like a cold and deadly drug. He was unsure why the idea of siring an heir with a random woman seemed so trite. Every High Lord had a drive for building their own family…but, the only woman whom he wanted in his arms was the very same one who had destroyed them. Feyre.

His eyes clouded with frustrated tears — red, hot. Tamlin crumbled into his sheets and his from the dawn. Whether he liked it or not, tonight was Calanmai. Life continued to move on, although he had not. Why? All I ever did was love you.

Ten hours later, the High Lord straightened his back in the mirror and dipped his fingers into the blue paint which had been left outside his door, as requested. In the old days, Lucien had always been the one to paint his body with the ancient whorls which helped transfer the magic from his mind to his body. Instead of those comforting and caring hands, his own fingers traced his bare skin and left behind coded blue circles.

He stared blankly at himself as the drums began to rise. Ordinarily, he’d have been with the rest of the fae, playing his instruments and enjoying the free flowing wine; but he was in no mood to celebrate. His mood dipped further downwards as the magic swirled around his brain, thick and murky, like tainted liquor.

He finished the painting and did not bother to wash his hands, smearing the left overs on his black trousers.

It is useless to resist. Tamlin ground his teeth, forcing himself to breathe. What Spring wants, Spring takes.

Spring wanted an heir.

He growled. The pain in his head continued to build.

No…no. I…didn’t want this — I wanted no one else. No one but her.

He bent down on his knees in front of the fireplace, covering his mouth to bury his scream. The magic continued to compel him towards the door. He shuddered, breathing heavily, as he ventured forwards. He felt like he might throw up.

He had completed the ritual for the past two years and the pull out into the darkness had never been this strong before. It had never been this painful.

Tamlin buried his heart in the sodden ground and accepted his fate stalking out the front door and slamming it on its hinges. The music and dancing came to a slow halt as he approached the circle of faeries who’d come to celebrate, prove their worth, or watch him fail. His green eyes glowed in the dark and he scanned the crowd, meeting the yearning eyes of many young fae females in their glittering gowns. He yawned and stalked past them, but stilled as he saw movement on the edge of the trees. Someone was watching.

He tilted his head — almost beastly in the way he hunted the horizon. The movement stopped, but it did not take him long to find the young female fae hiding in the dark shadows, dressed in starlight, and shaking in her slippers. Need hit him in pulses of warmth. He stumbled backwards, shocked by the strength of the desire for a stranger. The magic rarely made it past the boundaries around his heart. What was happening to him?

All Tamlin knew was that this was the girl. This girl was like no other. She turned to leave, but he caught her by the arm and swept her up against his bare chest. His heart thrummed in his chest as they connected. Without a single look at her face, Tamlin winnowed to the cave. They landed on the hard ground and he was left spinning. She stood before him and her hood dropped from her shoulders, illuminating her face in the moonlight.

“You.” He whispered. “Anyone but you.”

@sad-scarred-sassy