#this is sad

[twitteringthings]

When I tell you that I wanted to cry…been mistreated his whole life.

[lovelylinnn]

title: please don’t call me pretty.

alt universe- ‘king’ steve harrington is pretty much not the king here.

CW: negative self-talk, slight mention of self harm, self esteem issues, mentions of bullying, mentions of child abuse, and restrictive eating.

‘pretty’ was a word steve would absolutely not use to describe himself.

in fact, he’d never been called pretty before. not once. he was called the opposite, quite often.

of course he knew he wasn’t great looking; wasn’t outstanding or worthy of mentioning, but he didn’t think he was so bad he needed to be made fun of for it.

no one does. but he was.

ugly was a word he heard every day in middle school, and then home wasn’t any better. fat was a common word there.

“cut your hair, ugly,” people would sneer in his face. shove him into lockers, corner him in the library, single him out in p.e.; anything they could do to get their hands on him, they would.

numerous times he showed up at his home with a black eye, marks on his face, cut lips, bruised ribs; limping his way home.

“maybe you should see a doctor about your weight, steven. lose some weight?”

“that shirt seems to be fitting too tight, doesn’t it, steven?”

“yes mother,” he would respond. and so he slowly began to work out more, began lying about eating at school and saying he ate a big lunch. skipping meals became a bad habit, but at least he was seeing results.

and after years and years of being told he was ugly, unattractive, fat; he kept believing it. he didn’t think he would ever stop since in the mirror it was all he saw.

now at eighteen, a senior in his second semester of high school, he still thought he was ugly even though he’d gotten notes slipped into his locker a few times. thought he was fat although his cheeks were sunken in, and his ribs could be seen. he was tall enough now that the bullying stopped. he was finally big enough to intimidate and to get people to back off.

so he kept to himself. he wasn’t being cornered in the library anymore, and it became a safe place for him to sit during his free time.

that is where he met his boyfriend, eddie. and eddie was the first one ever to call him attractive. to point out how he never ate. to ask about his days, his home life, his grades, his everything.

of course he liked it. but it felt too good to be true. how could a boy like eddie love someone like him? it didn’t make sense.

“you’re so pretty,” eddie murmured to him the first time he’d spent the night at his trailer. it was 11am on a saturday morning, and the boys had slept in late. steve laid in his arms and looked into his brown eyes then down to the soft smile on his lips. but he himself was not smiling.

getting a compliment for the first time ever felt off. it didn’t feel right. he didn’t deserve one. he was too big, took up too much space, his hair was too frizzy, his acne was too bad, he was too-

“steve?” he called softly. he pulled steve out of his thoughts.

“please don’t call me pretty.” and he slowly crawled out of his arms, laying down but facing away from him.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you upset. i- what do-“ he was cut off.

“it’s not you, i don’t think,” he said, curling in a tight ball, “i’ve just never been called that before. it feels weird.” 

“you’ve never been called pretty? steve, you’re gorgeous,”

he was in disbelief. not only was he pretty, but he was gorgeous?

“what?” he sat up, turning to him.

“i think you’re like one of the prettiest people i’ve seen. you’re so beautiful, steve. inside and out,”

“but- what? i-i’m ugly. i need to lose weight. my scars-“

“-do not change how pretty you are. and you do not need to lose weight. you’re so skinny, honey. and you’re not ugly,”

“w-what?” he weakly stuttered out. he was shocked.

“you don’t believe me?”

“i… no,” he told him.

“i’m so sorry,” he said back, grabbing his hands and giving a gentle squeeze, “you deserve to be told nice things. i want to tell them to you,”

steve gave a squeeze back, his eyes filling with tears. this was the first time he was ever given a sincere apology.

“i love you,” steve said. and it was the first time he genuinely meant it.

“i love you too,” eddie replied. and steve finally believed something he was told. he was pulled into a hug, and he cried on his bare shoulder for about twenty minutes before calming down.

“i’m going to tell you nice things every day until you believe them, okay?”

he nodded. not like he could stop eddie from doing that, anyway.

“starting with this,” he said, cupping his cheeks, “you are so, so pretty.”

and for once in his life, he finally believed it.

steve harrington was pretty.

[dez-ku]

OK but.... has anyone tried to draw angst spicynoodles that MK died and Redson is just making that mini flame of his looking like MK and is waving at him like how MK is????

Idk how to explain it bc it's like MK is Red's light you know????????

How tf do I explain this

And he just try to touch flame MK and accidentally just make it poof away which reminded redson that he really is gone 🧍‍♂️

He missed the feeling of MK's touch and hugs, that "annoying" voice, his smile and laugh

Everything about him, he just missed his presence so much which made Redson feel like there's more in life, opening redson's eyes bc of MK 🚶‍♂️

[mamayan]

YANDERE SHIGARAKI TOMURA X DARLING

⚠️ MDNI•NSFW•18+•Dark Content ⚠️

Specific warnings: Implied kidnapping, x reader, yandere themes, assault, non-con, forced dub-con, afab! darling, vaginal penetration, oral (m! Receiving), anal, degradation, humiliation, abuse, mean Tomura, seriously this is fucking dark and sad but I’m writing as realistically as I can, Tomura is mentally ill, don’t read if you usually prefer fluff, angst

Synopsis: Oh how this man claims to be so much more, but he’s just a desensitized gaming addict and the only real murder he’s committed is dusting. He never really took a person apart until they begged for death… until you.

“FUCK!” The scream echoed off the walls of the dark room. He threw the game controller to the ground, his hands digging into his hair and pulling at the greasy blue strands. When he wasn’t done whining after a minute, you prepared yourself mentally.

Just as predicted, within a few moments after his cursing and game rage died down, blood shot red eyes flicked over to you.

You. Chained up like a dog to the bed post, curled in on yourself on the floor by the nightstand. It didn’t matter how small you made yourself, how low you bowed and bent. You were seen as a patronizing civilian that worshiped heroes and licked the hypocrisy they spewed right off the ground they walked. Begging irritated him, pleas for mercy usually resulted in more injury and pain, so you stayed silent and still. Your lip had barely healed enough that it wasn’t agonizing to drink or eat, and you didn’t feel like having the wound reopened.

He’d lost for the nth time already. This level harder than the last few he’d easily conquered but none of it truly mattered except surviving another night. You counted in your mind as he sauntered over to you, sneering down at your sorry, dirty, naked figure. He hadn’t allowed you a shower or bath in over a week, so you were caked in your own sweat, blood, and his semen. He liked painting you, marking you with cuts and bruises shaped like his hands. His hands he could place on you fully and you wouldn’t disintegrate. Your useless quirk suddenly the reason you’ve entered this unending nightmare.

1…2…3…4…5

Fingers dug into the flesh of your upper arm, yanking you onto unsteady feet and shaking legs. He pulled you to his level, vitriol soaking his words, “You think it’s funny don’t you? Fucking whore, are you mocking me?” It was a rhetorical question, but he reacted as if he really wanted an answer. His free hand moved to wrap around your neck, cutting off air as he bared his teeth and yelled at you, “FUCKING ANSWER ME!”

“No!” You were forced to answer, but it was never a game you could win with whatever words left your lips. He pushed you towards the bed, his thin figure oddly powerful as you tripped over your own feet and landed only halfway on the mattress. You’d been starved of any actual nutrients from his snack binges, though you were aware his own meals were prepared by a man named Kurogiri. It left you weak and lethargic, unable to really fight back, and now it seems more serious issues were arising as your legs didn’t quit support you anymore.

You could only try and calm your breathing as you heard him unbutton his pants. The scent of his bed a mild distraction for what was to come as you let your mind drift. The man, Kurogiri, washed his sheets weekly, his comforter biweekly, and did some sort of mattress vacuuming and deep clean. The mist covered man never spoke to you, never even acknowledged you existed. Your own existence seemingly reduced to… this.

Nails dug into your scalp and you could only whine in pain as the chain connected to your collar was used to yank you up further onto the bed where he wanted you. Compliance wasn’t the best thing to do, it was the only thing to do. You either did it yourself or he did it for you, and it would hurt exponentially more if he did it. “You must think I’m a loser huh? Some pathetic nobody. Let me make something clear,” his breath smelled like sugar and chemicals from his energy drink, “The only pathetic loser here is you.”

You were grateful when he shoved your face into the mattress. Grateful he couldn’t see the tears leak from your half opened distance gaze as you stared at the television screen he’d abandoned. He was right, you were the pathetic loser here. The screen was on the starting page, an armored warrior decked out in all of Tomura’s favorite equips…just… hovering.

The sounds of fabric rustling caught you attention, and you did your best to relax when you felt cool wet fingers messily prod your entrance. You stayed still when he moved completely, likely dropping down to spread your ass so he could spit directly onto your cunt. He wasn’t really speaking to you as he muttered out a mild “dumb whore” before shoving his half hard cock inside of you. It stung, his hips trying to shove himself into a dry channel with grunted effort. His hand came down next to your face, blocking to view of the tv as you grit your teeth remain silent. It didn’t matter if you screamed or wailed, he got off on it even more, so why give him the satisfaction? You clenched the bed sheets between your fingers and could only hope he’d be done soon.

How wrong you’d be though.

Tomura seemingly had something to prove tonight. He kept muttering beneath his breath about something called a “Nomu” and “Fucking Stain” but you really couldn’t understand too much. Only that he was clearly taking whatever frustrations those caused out on you.

Despite your best efforts, all your willpower, you body betrayed you like it always did. Slick wet his passage and soon he was hammering into you with fervor and it only made you sick inside because a small part of it all felt good. Horrendously good, and with each passing day, you internally began craving any interaction. Even if it was like this. Detached or full of hatred which burned so much hotter than your own despite being the victim. “Fuck- tight, relax!” he huffed loudly, his moan not matching his words before his hand connected with your ass and a yelp ripped from your lips finally.

He laughed, forcing you up the bed further to hike your hips up and force your head down to fuck even deeper into you. Your own juices making the sounds so much more erotic as his hips smashed into you, forcing each inch of him inside. You could only cry and bite back the noises struggling to come out, the pleasure becoming a little too strong as a war began inside of you. You didn’t want to give this monster the satisfaction but your body was begging for release.

You could resume your count, hoping it distracted you long enough for him to finish first.

6…7…8…9…

“What’s wrong huh? Not gonna scream for your heroes tonight?” His palm connecting with your ass didn’t register right away, but the next one did. You could only whimper and whine, still intent on keeping your noises minimal.

10….11….12….13….

“Fuck you get tighter every time I spank you. Do you like getting fucked by a disgusting villain? Who’d even fucking want you now that I’ve had you?” His tip kept nailing just the tip of your cervix and it was making stars dance in your vision. His nasty words no longer really registering. “You don’t know pain, not really. You think being immune to my quirk makes you special?” Only tiny choked sobs and the noises of him railed you into the mattress answered him.

What number were you on again? 10?

“I’m gonna fill this pussy- fuck!” You wanted to crawl away from it all but he had you pinned. You couldn’t remember the numbers or even your name really. You did know you were going to come if he didn’t stop. “Please-!” You hated it, the way he made you feel. So weak and pathetic, and he wasn’t even trying to make you feel good. You didn’t want to come, you didn’t want any of this. Your heart was beating so loudly in your ears, you could hardly hear anything anymore. You didn’t even realize the noises now coming from your throat sounded like pure ecstasy.

Tomura even slowed down momentarily, stunned by the lewd moans and cries you were making, and then how wet you were despite everything. It drove him wild.

His hips slammed into you, both hands now digging into your hips and all you could do was take it. Each thrust was met with him yanking you back onto his swollen cock, you could even feel it beginning to throb inside of you.

You broke for the first time as your orgasm washed over you, reducing you to a shaking whiny mess. Your twitching and tightening walls had Tomura following right behind you, moaning into your back as he filled you up.

You both stayed quiet for a moment, panting and struggling to regroup your minds. For just a second, you closed your eyes and pretend it was different. That you were just as your boyfriend’s house playing video games and it led to passionate sex. That it wasn’t a psychopathic villain that just fucked you senseless. Maybe he was pretending you were as fucked up as he was. Maybe you were if this is where you are now.

He pulled out slowly, his breathing still slightly ragged but he’s mostly recovered now unlike you.

The sight of you on his bed like this, limp and leaking his cum from your cunt, had him hard all over again. It was easy to just manhandle you to laying with your face near the edge of the bed on your side, where he could present his cock in front of your face.

“Open up slut, I’ve got your favorite thing right here.” His snarky comment and snicker ignored as you opened your mouth, letting him stuff his cock inside as you struggled not to gag and choke. He needed to shower. So did you. Sadly, Tomura wasn’t a man that liked waiting or had any patience. His hand settled behind your head, and then his hips moved. He cared little if you choked on his cock, the thick appendage sinking into your throat and making you cry for all new reasons. You could only be grateful he seemed to want to enjoy this blow job, hips moving leisurely and just slow enough you could still breathe. He was murmuring nonsense, and you did your best to suck and take all of him the best you could to ensure this night didn’t end as a new nightmare. For a moment, you really thought it wouldn’t, but when he hit too deep and you gagged and pulled away…

It enraged him. “Bitch!”

A sharp noise echoed, and it took a moment for the blinding pain that seared the side of your face to process with your mind as a slap. The next side followed, as you cried out and tried to raise your hands to prevent worsening damage.

It didn’t matter. You could already taste blood and acknowledge your lip was probably worse off than it began. This was the thing about Tomura, it was like he could sense your relief. He was a predator that preyed on all things comfort or joy. “Did you just try to bite me? STOP CRYING!” His hands shot out to wrap around your neck, yanking you up and cutting off all air as you had a short panicked moment to stare into his eyes.

He looked unhinged.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re mine, my fucking toy, and if I want to make you die choking on my dick you should be grateful.” He’s out of his mind, but then again you knew that already. The edges of your vision darkened due to the lack of oxygen and you briefly wondered if this was how you really died.

You also briefly wanted to.

Unfortunately he didn’t seem done with you yet, when he forced you off the bed and let you drop to the floor to gasp like a fish out of water. Choking down air greedily before shrieking in pain as the same air was knocked from your lungs. His foot connecting with your stomach had you reeling, no liquids or food to throw up so it left you dry heaving and curling in on yourself.

“Shut up! It’s your fault! This is all your fault! Why’d you get to have a nullifying quirk, huh? What makes you so fucking great? Nothing! I can still kill you!” His hands pressing you down to the floor, shoving you on your back as you dizzily looked up at the man torturing you.

You hated him. Hated all of him. Hated how violent he was. How he never asked for anything, just took it. Hated how spoiled he acted. Hated how even now, you felt a small piece of you pity this monster, as tears streamed down his face. Despite his eyes being locked on you, he wasn’t looking at you. He was seeing someone else, and the grief in his eyes was real and you hated that there were pieces of him that were human.

He spread your legs easily, your body too weak to fight back. He was shaking, even as one finger dipped inside you, his free hand was scratching violently at his neck until blood began to pour. It’s oddly like he’s trying to match your pain, or he needs pain in general to get off somehow. He used your own combined fluids to lubricate your other hole, dipping a finger in even despite your whine of protest. At least he was lubricating you this time. Small mercies.

When he pressed into your ass, the stretch and burn had you wanting to vomit again. It just amplified the rest of the pain in your body. You let the tears flow this time, still outmatched by his own. His face screwed up in a grimace because this must not be pleasant for him either. His eyes wide and still crying, as he struggles to move inside you due to the tightness. His teeth were grit and bared and you wanted to ask why he was doing all this.

Time seemed to slow down as only your grunts of pain and his of pleasure were exchanged. Your cunt leaking and and neglected as your ass finally relaxed enough to take more than half of him in at once. His thrusts were short and jerky, and he’d placed a hand around your throat for balance more than anything. The other rested on your hip, his eyes locked to where you were joined. For a sadistic psycho, he didn’t look at your face much when he was like this.

Eventually you went numb.

You didn’t feel like seeing his agonizing expression just like he didn’t really like seeing yours. Your head turned, staring at the only light source this dark room ever had, the television. You let your mind wander, trying to think of what would defeat the next boss Tomura kept struggling to defeat.

You flinched when you felt a tickle across your bare chest. Blue strands grazing your chest and collar bone as Tomura leaned his face down close to your own.

He wasn’t crying anymore. If anything, he looked apathetic.

You didn’t know your expression matched his perfectly.

You felt his pace increase, the hand around your throat tightening and something inside you knew. The way he looked down on you seemed to have some sort of resolve. Your hands moved slowly to wrap around his wrist, a strange contrast and his brows furrowed in confusion. His cock dragged inside you, the earlier pain replaced by an odd sensation you couldn’t say you disliked or liked either. You were full in different way.

“What are you-?”

“Kill me.” His eyes widened ever so slightly.

His hips stilling.

You could only lick your chapped and bleeding lips, as silence seemed to eat away at the room.

“Please… kill me.” You didn’t feel the tears flowing down your cheeks, or the warmth of his body on top of you, or much of anything but the cold anymore. You were freezing. You’re seemingly always cold and a deep rooted exhaustion had taken hold of you.

“What are…?” He looked disgusted for a moment, his eyes becoming wider as he pulled out of you and shuffled away.

You didn’t move.

“Kill me…” it was so faint he hardly heard it.

Tomura stood, an odd conflict inside him as he stared down at you. Sweet perfect you, except you didn’t really look like you used to, and he was feeling nauseous as your words echoed in his head.

Kill me

He’d asked that once before.

He scrambled to his feet, his erection gone and strangely so was his earlier dilemma. He’d been struggling to find his solution, to get rid of you like Master wanted or to not.

His eyes took in the sight of you again and an emotion he can’t stand fills him.

Guilt.

He’s a villain. He shouldn’t feel guilt or shame. Why did he feel sick then? When you asked the same thing he asked?

Did you see him as he saw Father?

He stumbled clumsily into the bathroom just in time to empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

He needed air.

He returned nearly 12 hours later, showering in a different bathroom than the one attached to his room, in fresh clothes. His tv still on the home screen of his game left abandoned now. His bed still messy and empty.

You still where he left you. Curled up and in on yourself. His chest constricted but he forced down the rising bile with a mission in mind.

His eyes tracked the thin chain that kept you in the room, in his palm the key which would release that. His skin itched but he ignored it in favor of walking around you and towards the lock on the bed. Once it was unsecured, he had no choice but to move towards you now.

His hands shook as he moved to reach out and touch you. Your skin clammy and cold. He unlocked and removed the collar from your throat.

“Kurogiri… can you get her into the bath?”

“Yes.”

It was simple enough, the task of washing you. It was like cleaning a real toy, except he got to look at all the damage he’d done. You were awake, sort of, but limp and weak as he cleaned you as gently as he could. He flinched when you did as he washed over your cuts and bruises, bite marks, and your intimates. It took a few washes before he felt satisfied. Once he’d dried you with a towel, Kurogiri gracefully settled you into Tomura’s freshly cleaned and made bed. You didn’t talk, not even a noise, as he wrapped you up in the blankets and pulled you into his arms.

You didn’t speak as he cried and held onto you, whispering to you things he doubted you really could hear.

“I don’t hate you” an ironic statement for him, but he doesn’t. He never hated you. He envied you. He wanted you. He wanted you to understand him. He wanted anyone that could understand him.

You fell asleep like that, warm for the first time in months.

Author Notes:

Tell me your thoughts, I need constructive criticism on my writing flow and patterns! I didn’t edit this cuz I’m lazy and I can’t find my glasses.

I’m planning a part two cuz Shiggy does redeem himself, mostly.

What’s scarier than a yandere that doesn’t know what they feel for you is love? He’s an immature young man trying to overthrow the government and all of societal views and norms. Of course he’s gonna sick, violent, depraved.

We love character development even in our villain★彡 The LOV gives him that, and in return, Darling starts to benefit (depending on how you look at it lol).

[kirke-is-my-name]

Miguel has night terrors about that night. The night he tried to save Gabi as she slowly died in his arms. But he will never admit it and he refuses to relive that day again.

So he doesn’t sleep…Ever

The moment he closes his eyes he sees her, hears her cries and begs for help. As he is standing there unable to help his baby girl his daughter his flesh and blood. So forgive him if he gets grumpy because his lack of sleep. He refuses to see her in distress again.

But if you can god knows get him to sleep, and specifically sleep next to you. It took a few attempts and reassurance for him to even think about it. And you know he finally decided to sleep because your pillows and shoulder is wet from his tears. As sobs wreck his body with a silent prayer living his lips.

And all you can do is lay there and comfort him. Let him hold you so tightly because he fears you will leave him too. He may not say I love you in public around others but hearing his cries and how his hands clutch your body for dear life is a silent I love you that’s worth more then speaking it to fruition.

Even the strong needs to cry. So in your shared bedroom as the moonlight gently illuminates the room, as your hands slowly rub his head and his face buried in your hair as the tears rolled down his face. Let him cry and hold you because he loves you.

(Sobbing he never left my mind)

[liminalsspace]

One thing I wish would have been changed about avatar. I wish they would have shown more of earth and everything with it. I also wish it was in the theatrical version. Like it shows how shitty and how horrible it is. Especially the economy, pollution, and how different the people look and dress. All of them wearing masks and coverings as if they came from a post apocalyptic world.

And also how they have to use cloning to bring back animals that when extinct over centuries ago due to deforestation and pollution.

The saddest thing is how we see how humans live. Especially when we see where Jake sully lives. It’s a lot like some of the apartments we have today that some people can only afford.

[clairebearsparkles]

[ID: TMA fanart of Jon and Martin in the safehouse. They both sit on the floor, Jon with his hand over a tape recorder and Martin reaching out to hold it. Jon is a thin brown man with long, fully gray hair, and he sits with a defeated posture. Martin is a fat man with a worried expression. They're in front of a window letting in green light, and the whole piece is overlaid with a hazy green filter and faint dialogue from MAG161 starting from "'Hey.' 'Hi.'" and ending at Jon starting the Gertrude tape. Many stylized eyes float around and look down at them. End ID]

They didn't find any cows

Credit to @princess-of-purple-prose for the description ❤

[bluethesheep-w]

G: She's dead,Scar

G: You won

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Leon S. Kennedy ×/+ sibling reader

Plot: You're forced to follow his steps because you can't be left alone.

Tw: angst, bad writing, curse words, alcoholism, sexual assault to reader (not openly detailed, just mentioned), unaliving attempt from Leon (nothing graphic, just alcohol and meds), uncanny Leon and Chris back stories but nothing too bad

This is requested, but I lost the ask :( but anon, you're a genius.

So let's go over the basic headcanons once more just to be sure.

Leon and you are siblings. You're a bit younger than him.

After the Raccoon City "incident", he wanted to join the police right?

Well, the only problem in this case is that he didn't think about one thing.

Since it was only the two of you, he's your legal gardian, and therefore, you can't be alone.

But guess what? The government wants you too !

Who else would be able to do this good at a task they lived?

When Leon heard the news, he first was angry and then devastated.

His poor little baby sister/brother/sibling had to go through he'll too.

I don't think it's canon, but the training is hardcore.

After all, they need help really fast, and they can't just put two kids on the field like that.

So every day was basically hell for the both of you.

What you didn't know was that they kept Lepn informed of your condition/state.

They thought that knowing that the only family had left was suffering would make him stronger but it just broke him even more

That's when he started heavily drinking. They kept both of you separately so he couldn't actually see you.

He couldn't save you. The only thing he could do was listen to the atrocious training you were going through.

Every time he looked in the mirror, he felt like a monster. Why couldn't he just protect you? Why did you have to be in so much pain too.

Also, there are a lot of gross men out there.

Some abuse their power just because they can...

When Leon learned that you've been assaulted, he tried to kill himself.

So he took meds and drank until he just couldn't anymore.

But since he drank so much, he threw up, and that's what saved him.

Here you were, shaking him and crying. Begging for him to wake up.

You managed to sneak out. You wanted to surprise him, but you were the one surprised to see your brother on the ground, a bottle of whisky in one hand, pills on the ground, and puke on him

When he woke up, you just murmured, reassuring words to him

"It's okay now.. I'm not going away." "You're the best brother Leon." Don't ever doubt this."I'm okay, you're okay...we- we're good."

You weren't actually sure of what you were saying back then but you needed to be strong for him.

After helping him clean up and going to sit on his dorm bed, you just looked at him. He was thinking hard.

"I met someone who'll help you." He'd say while looking in the void.

"What..?" You'd ask. What was he talking about? Was he still drunk?

"Chris. Chris Redfield. He's training too, but he's almost done. You'll sneak out and go with him, hide and wait for me."

"I'm not leaving you here Leon!"

But he'd just stare at you with wet eyes, his hand squeezing yours gently before shaking is head a bit.

"Knowing you're going through all of this hurts me ___. I can't do it anymore.."

Those words made you change your mind. You really didn't want to leave him alone, but you knew it was the right decision

So after a big hug shared between the two of you, you'd go back to your dorm so no one notices you were gone and started day after day, slowly packing your stuff.

When the day to leave finally came, you weren't able to see Leon.

When Chris and you met, you were a sobbing mess, bag sitting next to you on the ground.

Chris tried to comfort you the best he could but the pain was really a lot.

You still followed him to his house and met Claire.

Each day was hard, but you kept being strong for Leon.

Of course, both of the Redfield siblings were helping you.

You just had to wait the day you'd be able to meet again.

There you go. I'm not crying. You are.

Kinda shit writing tho so I'm sorry, hope it's still good tho

Have a good day/night, and be safe. Everyone ❤️

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

Jegulus micro fic.

Warnig: This is sad as all hell and I'm not even sorry (okay, I'm a little sorry). Anyways, truth hurts.

Masterlist

“James, please,” Regulus is pleading and James is doing nothing but shaking his head in denial. 

“No, Reg, I- you don’t get it. I can’t.” And Regulus’ breath catches and he stills. James is still holding on to his wrist when Regulus stops trying to pull away from him. Something in James’ eyes lits up. Maybe it’s hope. Regulus hopes it isn’t. 

“Yes you can,” Regulus’ words are just mumbles but they cut through James’ heart like a knife. James shakes his head again, dark, messy curls whip around his head. His hand is trembling around Regulus’ wrist. 

With gentle hands, Regulus slips his hand out of James’ grip, letting his fingers drag across James’ palm and James’ fingers curl around Regulus’ like a natural response. 

“No, Regulus, no, please,” James is the one pleading now. And tears gather in Regulus’ eyes so quickly it makes him hiccup and gasp for air. James is reaching out for him again and the hurt clashes with James’ normally so kind and mischievous features when Regulus steps out of reach. 

“James,” Regulus begins but he doesn’t get further because James is stepping forward with determination in his step. And then he’s kissing him and it makes Regulus’ heart burst and bloom. Automatically, Regulus winds his arms around James, pulling him down and holding him close. The warmth of James’ touch burns and he can feel his soul catch flames. And fucking hell, it hurts so much that Regulus bursts into tears. 

James, beautiful, wonderful James, he pulls Regulus close as he’s gasping for air through the tears. God damn it, it hurts so much. It’s like someone has grabbed ahold of his ribs and pulled them out along with his heart. 

“James,” he gasps and pulls away, but James tightens his hold on him, burying his face in Regulus’ hair. 

“James, let me go.”

“No.” It comes out as a strangled sob and it sounds so wrong. James shouldn’t have to sound like that. Ever. And it’s Regulus’ fault. 

“Fuck, James, let me go.” It sounds so weak that Regulus doesn’t even believe himself when he says it. James shakes his head again, heaving a shaky breath through his tears. And Regulus can’t do anything but hold him, even if it’s wrong, even if he shouldn’t. He still holds him, long enough for James to calm down. His voice is soft and gentle when he speaks up the next time. 

“We were never meant to be, James. You know that. We both know that. So, please, just let me go, love. Let me go.” 

And fuck, Regulus is crying again. 

“Please,” he chokes out. James doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move. He can’t do anything but watch as Regulus steps away from him, out of arms and out into the cold, lonely air. Suddenly the contours of Regulus are fuzzy and the tears are clouding his vision so much that he doesn’t even get a good look at him when he turns and walks away.

[gl1tched-r4bb1t]

When you realize Lucifer still wears his wedding ring on the left ring finger.

He didn’t even put it on the right hand, which is traditional for divorce or deceased spouses…

[genericpuff]

fp spoilers ahead and a content warning for violence:

hades normally:

hades when he's possessed by his dead dad and threatening to rip his wife's head off:

i rest my case, make murder hobo hades president, rip her head off you beautiful sick fuck-

[eidolons-stuff]

Wednesday: *confused* "Why is Enid heartbroken?"

Thing: *signs* "Because you basically said you don't like her anymore"

Wednesday: "I never said that"

Thing: *signs* "You said you couldn't be with her..."

[vivitur-moritur]

me, wondering why tian guan ci fu volume 6 is rated 17+: “maybe it’s because they kiss?”

tgcf vol 6: “wrong <3”

me, worried that they go further: “then what’s it for?”

tgcf vol 6: “extreme violence :D”

[diver5ion]

One thing I've learned about being a human on Vulcan is how to suppress my own pain.

[tophersbeanie]

something serious I’d like to talk about that’s going on in the clone high fandom..

the amount of people liking these posts where they headcanon candide and JOAN… as toxic yuri, and vlad as a |0|1 i think it was? What is wrong with you people

SCREENSHOTS UNDER

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This is absolutely DISGUSTING! These are MINORS. You’re weirdos please leave this fandom ur a creep please dni with my account if u agree with these posts, especially the tophabe one, (tophabe the ship is ok I like it in my page but this? NO.) those are minors ur talking about doing really really weird stuff… pls dni