#( so sad )

[arts-by-kat]

my SHAYLAAA😭

[heyitslouiseeeee]

M #19

so that's it? are we going to forget what we had?

[freakaz0idartz]

Shitty doodles because funni

[witchezandwonderz]

😭😭😭this took me through so many emotions, oh my goodness

I won’t lose you!

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Authors note: was it inspired by some of the latest creations of @leftoverp1zza? For sure! Darling you are feeding my little inner angst gremlin so well. It's incredible!

Warnings: some mild SMUT, description of blood and violence, afterbattle setting, some angst

Word Count: 1,5 K (Yey, I managed to write a short one)

Summary: based on the promt "Even at my worst?". The battle is over and Sihtric can't find reader.

Raindrops, like rare salty tears, rolled down Sihtric’s face, mingling with sweat, blood, and dirt, leaving pale trails in their wake, like tiny rivers carving paths on his skin. His joints felt heavy, as if filled with lead, and every muscle ached with even the slightest movement. Yet he raised his head to the sky, now weeping alongside him, hoping the rain would wash away not only the blood and grime but the sudden dread creeping beneath his skin.

Thunder boomed above, and the scattered raindrops turned into a torrential downpour, as though the sky had flung open its gates in a desperate bid to cleanse the earth of this stain of shame that this battlefield had become.

Death. It clung to the air—its scent, its presence palpable in every sense. He could smell it, feel it in his fingertips, taste it on his tongue, hear it in the silence between each heartbeat, and see it spread across the horizon like a plague. There was no escape from it. He was no stranger to battlefields, but this was not a battlefield anymore—it was the aftermath of a massacre. It was the evidence of men’s recklessness, a testament to the violence and rage that seemed to be the only true values left in this cursed world. And he was a part of it.

He had felt Death’s cold, bony fingers grasp his own as his strength ebbed away, blood splattered across his vision, his feet slipping in the muck—mud, blood, and filth mixed beneath him. 

Sihtric closed his eyes and listened. He could hear his heart racing in the cage of his ribs, feel his breath scraping through his dry throat, filling his aching lungs. The blood pounded in his ears, rushing through his veins.

Alive. He was still alive. The realisation struck Sihtric like a searing blade against his skin. Only now did he notice his fingers still clenched around the shaft of his axe, blood dripping from his hand, mingling with the rain. He had survived even if it seemed that a part of him had died today and will remain buried in this battlefield forever.

His eyes wandered around as if searching for something or rather somebody. 

You had been there, just within arms reach, as the shield wall broke and your eyes had found his – a short fragile moment of unspoken promise of peace amidst the eternity of chaos and pain. 

You were his peace and his undoing, all at once. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. The unending storm of life in your gaze was one of the rare things that tethered him to this world with that invisible thread of silent acceptance. Acceptance of who he was, down to the darkest corners of his mind, to the parts of his soul even he himself struggled to claim as his own.

It seemed like ages ago, like in another lifetime, like a memory wrapped in smoke from the dying embers. That night by the fire, your lips had crashed against his with the greedy, raw and uncontained anger that replaces the battle rage, filling the void left by the screams and death. He knew it too well. That same anger ran through his veins – unquenchable, unrelenting. 

His hands had found you instinctively, gripping, clawing, tearing at fabric, ravenously dipping into your bare skin as though you might slip through his fingers like sand, lost to the tide. His need as wild as the battlefield behind you, the need to feel you, to ground himself in something real, something beyond destruction and chaos, beyond ruin and loss. 

You sank down onto his cock, and the world fell away as he watched you through heavy-lidded eyes, his lips parted, breath ragged as you took him in, inch by aching inch. A groan rumbled in his throat, deep and guttural, something between a wild beast’s snarl and a man reaching for salvation just beyond his grasp.

Your hands braced against his chest, fingers digging into the firm planes of muscle, as if anchoring yourself into him, as if he were something solid, something unbreakable, something capable of stopping you from falling apart. But he wasn’t. Not here.  Not like this. 

Anger and tension bled from his tired body, leaving him bare and raw, giddy and drunk from you, from your touch, unraveling him like nothing ever before as he sought the warmth of your body to save him, to make him feel something. Something that wasn’t rage or fury.

He thrust up into you, his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, skin to skin, breath to breath, your heart hammering against his. A collision of fury and desperation, heat and want. 

There were no words between you, only the rhythm of your bodies moving against each other, wildly, frantically, his grip on your hips tightening, his pace fierce and relentless, dragging broken gasps from your lips. 

Forehead pressed to your shoulder he had groaned your name as his seed filled you, your body tightening around him as your own release clashed through you, moans filling the nightly sky. 

You were his everything, the only being in this world and beyond worth worshipping after a day spent drowning in death, and yet he had never told you that, had never dared to say the words burning on his lips. Too afraid to shatter that fragile something between you, too scared to name it.

And now you were gone. 

He had begged you not to come with him this time. It was not your war, not your battle. 

Sihtric’s fingers let go of his weapon, one by one, as if releasing the blood soaked wood meant severing a part of himself. It fell. With a dull, lifeless thud the axe hit the ground. He didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t.

He moved through the battlefield, body after body he combed the ground, the heaviness in his limbs and joints gone. His nails broke as he clawed at armour, rolling over the dead bodies, staring at the faces ruined by death. Searching. Praying. Dreading.

And then he saw you. A body, a still, lifeless body. A face so hauntingly beautiful, so pale, that even Mani - the goddess of the moon – would weep with jealousy. 

You heard him, heard him shouting your name, heard his footsteps pounding against the wet, muddy earth as he ran to you. You heard his knees hitting the ground beside you. 

You felt his warmth. The weight of his body as he pressed himself to you, the desperate rain of kisses landing on your cold skin. You felt his hands, shaking, cradling your face.

You tried to open your eyes, but you didn’t have the strength. 

The scent of blood and sweat, the echoes of clashing steel, the shouts and screams all blurred into a distant hum and slowly faded, retreating beneath the press of Sihtric’s body against yours, beneath the gentle touch of his calloused palms, beneath the sound of his cracking voice. 

The desperate pull of a shaky breath you stole between kisses made Sihtric freeze for a moment. His heart thundered, not with the remnants of battle rage, but with something deeper, something so much more terrifying. Love. And dread. The kind that threatened to break him entirely, an overwhelming dread that he might have lost you. 

His forehead pressed against yours, his breath uneven: “You’re alive,” he murmured, as if saying it aloud would make it more real.

“As are you,” you whispered, though your voice sounded shaky and splintered as if each word scraped against a thousand shards of glass in your throat.

His fingers skimmed along the curve of your jaw, rough but so gentle and reverent, his thumb lingered at the corner of your lips as if memorizing the feel of them. His world had nearly ended today. Yet, here you were. In his arms. Still breathing. Still his. Had you ever really been his?

“Sihtric…”

It was a quiet, delicate whisper, but hearing his name in the soft exhale, leaving your lips, he could feel the tears pearling in the corners of his eyes.

Sihtric leaned in, the sheer need to kiss those pale lips that had whispered his name, to feel them, to burrie himself in the truth that you were alive, that you were still here could bring the world to stand still. 

“Never ever do this again. Do you hear me? Never! I won’t lose you! I can’t lose you! I… I love you too much,” Sihtric’s voice faded into a hoarse whisper and you finally willed your arm to move, your fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek. 

So many battles, so many nights of raw, unfiltered passion had passed between you in silence that you had already abandoned hope of ever hearing those words. 

But here they were.

"I love you too, Sihtric." You forced a weak smile, your lips trembling.

His breath hitched.

"You are my life," he whispered. "I will always love you."

"Even like this? Even at my worst?"

"Especially at your worst."

[drama-glob]

Well damn. I didn't expect in this episode that we'd not only get the confirmation that Kinger had a "Queenie” in the virtual world, but that the reason he retreats into his pillow fort is because it's where he can remember his wife best, even if she's abstracted. ;_; ;_; ;_; Him hiding in the fort certainly seemed like a coping mechanism or a need to feel safe by being in there, but it being linked to the last memory he has of his wife and regaining some sense of sanity is a punch in the feels. Now excuse me while I grab some tissues. ;_; ;_; ;_;

[li-louie]

Law and The Dear Bones

Sometimes we remember how cruelly the One Piece World treated Law and and our thoughts turn to dark subjects. We're sure Law would love to keep Cora-san's bones...

[okcinders]

“Every inch of me is full of pain”

This flopped on Twitter so I’m trying out tumblr

[rufwooff]

HERE WE GOOOOO THE WHOLE HAMATO GANG (I don’t really like this art, they don’t look like themselves here)

I've never drawn Splinter so often in my life ngl

OH AND I SAW PICTURES OF TANUKI AND IT'S SUPER FLUFFY SO

[bad1dimagines]

I have a lot to say but for now all I'll say is that Liam was the world's punching bag for 14 years, and for most of that time, he handled it, at least outwardly, with more grace and composure than most anyone could. The fact that people couldn't see that he was being eaten alive—figuratively, literally, by something (or many things)—has made me angry for years. He wasn't well. It was so obvious. I wish people could have had compassion for him.

[monstermonger]

The binding coil of Bahamut

[animentality]

omg guys I'm so sorry it's real :(

[sodaft-potato]

I just got a temporary new tablet cord and this is one of the first things I've drawn with it.

[babyanimalgifs]

So Sad 😔❤️

(Source)

[maybmila]

Uh oh...

Next

[gryphonsthing]

This is all I got

[drama-glob]

This moment just broke my heart because Fizz is literally begging Ozzie to do something and clearly Ozzie doesn't want Blitz to die either, but as we saw, Satan seems to be the most powerful Deadly Sin next to Lucifer (with Charlie and Lilith obvious still being more powerful than Satan) and even the other Sins calls him the law, so sadly Ozzie couldn't have really done anything but postpone things and would have been outmatched in an actual fight, at least in terms of brute strength. ;_; ;_; ;_; Plus, we wouldn't have had the big Stolas save if Ozzie stepped in, so we have things happen the way they did for the sake of story. :/

I'm sure Ozzie gave Fizz a big hug when he got home since even if Blitz survived, it still was really scary and I just hope Fizz isn't then too hard on Ozzie for not stopping the execution since he would understandably be feeling overwhelmed after witnessing his friend almost get killed. ;_; ;_; ;_;

*Bee didn't step in either to save Blitz and both she and Ozzie were the only Sins to advocate for a fair trial in case anyone wants to play that game of putting blame on them. >:(