#((this is sad

[131-vr]

Week 4

Main Prompt: Cadets

Alt. Prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

Better Late than never.

[nathen-s]

Ok, I just watched ep 7 from Dandadan, and although I had read the manga already I finally understand this arc.

I thought that the acrobatic yokai was indeed Aira’s biological mother, but I was wrong. And this is a detail that makes the story even sadder.

The dancing lady lost her daughter. The debt collectors took her, and we don’t know what they do with her, just a little girl probably 5 years old according to the candles on the cake. It’s heartbreaking to think.

Little Aira confused her with her real mom, who passed away as well. The ghost (if we can call her like that) of the dancing lady had already lost her sense of time, her consciousness of her own past, but the feeling of loss remains with her. That’s why she hang onto Aira, she saw her daughter in her.

And what is most emotional for me was Aira accepting the lady’s feelings, even though she wasn’t her real daughter. She knew that only her could free the yokai from her guilt and regret, and give her the opportunity to reach the other side, again with her real daughter. That’s why she refers to “they” at the end.

I judged you wrong Aira

This episode made me tear aaa 😭😭😭

Sorry if this was absolutely obvious but I read the manga so fast I didn’t put attention to a lot of obvious details.

Gonna read it a second time 👀

[sleepytownez]

[todomemolesta18]

*sigh*

Ironic they use this image cause Blitzø was pleading to not lose the object he needed to gain money and live. Not only him, his daughter and employees too.

[phoenixisobsessed]

Brainstorm #65?

Can’t…chomp…help. (Original post: here)

This, my kind sir, is evil. I like it. BSHBD. Ngl spent longer trying to figure out how to draw him than I’d admit. Like I’m gonna have to start demanding thatpeople send in full body reference pictured with their asks LMFAO all references I could find were SO PIXILATED DAMNIT.

[shipspainfulships]

Remus "he was my bestfriend and that was the worst part" Lupin

[zagreusapollyon]

"Do you think it'll stop one day?" Percy asked of him one day, breaking the comfortable silence they both basked in.

Poseidon tilted his head toward his child, raising his eyebrow as Percy laid down on the wooden floor of the dock.

"What, little one?" He questions the boy back, his tone curious and fond.

His son sighs softly, splashing around the water with his feet. He looks up at the lavender-toned dawn, stars shining across the heavens like a divine pattern on the fabric of the world.

"The suffering. The constant struggle for a losing battle where I can never win." The boy says, the reflection of the stars in his eyes, like a swirling galaxy of miracles and wonder.

Poseidon stills.

He slowly turns to his son and closes his eyes as he breaths out his words.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes.

"Don't be," Percy says back, his voice firm but soft. "It's not your fault, and neither it is mine. I'm not blaming you for loving me enough to make my existence a reality."

Poseidon opens his eyes, his gaze filled with sadness.

"Then what can I do?" Poseidon whispers desperately. "Whisk you away to be my side? Keep you chained to this land by immortalizing your body and destroying your soul? You wouldn't want any of that. I am a god and yet I can do nothing to aid you with your pain." He finishes, falling silent as angry waves crash upon the shore and stormy clouds cover the sky like curtains.

Percy glances at the crashing waves on the horizon, at the dark ocean that stretches to eternity and beyond.

"I don't know. And it's okay for you to not know either." Percy says calmly.

"Just be here for me until I won't be here at all."

And wait until comes forth the inevitable end.

[yourteght]

» CLOCKS (07/01) — futura doação » categoria: Kimi no na wa » personagens: Taki & Mitsuha » recursos: psds por navh (deviantart)

meimei's note: eu fiz essa capa no (talvez) dia mais terrível da minha vida (ou do meu ano)! juro pra vocês. Não estranhem essa escolha de cores, ela foi proposital e eu queria muito editar com capas mais assim esse ano. Não estou muito bem da cachola esses dias e esse dia acabou comigo :'))) rezem por mim, ando precisando

[sillyguysss]

God they deserve love. They are, in a way, just very scared (very violent) children that just want their mom. It's one of the most basic instincts because when you're scared, alone and confused ofc you just want your mom. Like straight up Loz crys because he want his mom and it's like...sad. idk the remnants are characters that the more I'm forced to think about them by my feed(or @theghostavocadoe,)the sadder I get. Someone hug them, please.

[ellezem]

I love hazbin hotel, it’s good, the fandom’s a bit crazy though and that’s what I want to talk about. Alastor. He’s confirmed asexual, we know this, he used to be confirmed aroace but I believe they changed it. Now my problem is the fact that people have been sexualizing him and drawing him in sexual situations and making everyone on the aroace spectrum feel uncomfortable and erased. When people say “Just because he’s asexual doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to have sex” you would be right because it’s IS a spectrum but that does not mean you should assume that he does. You’re sick for ignoring someone’s sexuality to be able to draw him having sex with vox or Lucifer. Why is sex SO important to all of you? It kinda scares me because if you’re willing to ignore a fictional character’s preferences what are you willing to do to a real person? I’m not trying to make anyone mad I just genuinely am a little nervous, I encountered someone in the fandom who quite literally said to me “I’LL SEXUALIZE WHOEVER I WANT LEAVE ME ALONE” do you know how scary that is to hear that people think that way?

[thedemonofcat]

Modern Au:

As Ciri packs up her belongings in preparation for the move she and her father, Geralt, are about to make, she stumbles upon an old, forgotten box. To her surprise, the box is labeled with the name "Jaskier." Inside, she finds a collection of VCR tapes.

Jaskier and Geralt had once been happily married, but their joy was cut short when Jaskier fell gravely ill and passed away when Ciri was just a small child.

The VCR tapes were recorded by Jaskier shortly before his death, leaving heartfelt messages for his beloved husband, Geralt, and for Ciri.

[silli-illi]

“I’m sorry…”

[emrysflame]

Lucemond delulu thoughts

(Based on the show)

Imagine if the reason why Rhaenyra did find Luke’s body and only found a piece of his cloak and a dragon wing is because of Aemond.

After what he’s done, he goes looking for Luke. Maybe having a slim hope that Luke is alive. But he’s not, he find his very dead body.

He find a special place and burns Luke’s body, without telling anyone about it. But he also marks the area in a special way of remembrance. And in his guilt mind he visits the area often. No one knows but him.

[mostdisconcerting]

Patrick and his Sunshine

For the past three finales…

They were together during those last scenes. And for me, this is how S5 ended too

It’s done. It’s over. Now I go back to writing my fics so I don’t cry over this.

[messr-moony-71]

Ten Minutes: 1,602 words, trigger warnings: death, vehicle accidents, road collisions, mcd >>>READ WITH CAUTION<<<

“Are you ready?” Sirius asked through the helmet mics. Remus nodded, still trying to fasten the chin strap. He watched fondly as his husband - who had ridden the motorcycle several times before - fiddled with the straps that no one had touched since the last time he’d used it. He claimed they had been adjusted wrongly, but Sirius was sure that was impossible. “Alright there, love?”

“Perfectly fine,” Remus muttered, concentrating. When he heard the click of the fastening, Sirius heard a quiet and satisfied “yes” and couldn’t stop his smile. “Right. Death Trap Time.”

“She’s not a death trap,” Sirius laughed, climbing onto the motorbike first, offering a hand to Remus behind him.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. They were supposed to be going to James’ for Christmas dinner. Remus and Lily had spent the morning cooking and he’d come home to change and pick Sirius up before they rode over.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

They were speeding south down the M1, cruising around 100 km/h. It was dark and raining slightly, but visibility wasn’t bad so Sirius kept riding.

He should have noticed Remus’ arms tightening around his waist.

Harry was 3 years old. He was learning new words every week and was so happy to show them off, it was hard to find a moment where he wasn’t talking or babbling. James and Lily found it frustrating, especially when they were just trying to put him to sleep, but Sirius never could. He loved how his nephew looked, eyes bright with excitement as he prattled on about something no one but him could understand.

Harry was 3 years old.

They are almost there, about four minutes from their turn off. The rain is slightly worse, the roads slick beneath the wheels, but Sirius doesn’t want to stop now. Usually he would, he is a safe driver. But it’s Christmas and he does not plan on getting stuck in the rain.

So he keeps going.

Sirius hates himself.  He hates himself for taking those two stupid seconds to gaze back at his Moon. His beautiful Moony, shining in his mirrors.

But he does.

Two seconds. 60 metres.

That’s all it takes.

Usually the M1 is quick to repair, potholes filled before they’ve formed. But not always. And not this time.

In those two seconds - 60 metres - the bike drifts towards the side of the lane. The front tyre dips into the pothole. Sirius, completely unprepared, jerks the handlebars to right the fumble. Only he pulls too far.

The bike's front wheel turns, catches on the tarmac and sends it skidding sideways, into the second lane before tipping over.

Sirius feels his head hit the floor, his shoulder dragging as he’d thrown from the bike, tumbling across the ground. Remus’ arms disappear from around his waist.

His knee hurts.

That’s the first thing he thinks in those few quiet seconds afterwards. When the world is still.

That’s before he hears a whimper in the microphone.

He’s startled to his senses. Against everything he’s told about motorbike accidents, Sirius stumbles to his feet, staggering slightly as a dizzy spell threatens to tip him over. Bright lights spring up in his vision - but they don’t fade, even as the dizziness does.

Two headlights, speeding towards them. 

There’s a car horn, blaringly loud in the darkness. Sirius staggers for the side of the road, searching the bright light for Remus. He’s in the third lane, thrown the farthest from the bike.

“REMUS!” is all Sirius can manage as the other man gets to his feet. Sirius is running, but he knows he’s not fast enough.

Tires squeal, there’s a thud and a scream. It’s in his ear. In the speaker. 

He doesn’t stop running. Not when two people climb from the car - a white Toyota - shouting for an ambulance. He stops when he’s by Remus’ side, rolling him carefully onto his back.

“Remus? C-can you hear me?” he tries, shaking his shoulders. There’s heavy breathing in his ears, but Remus doesn’t speak. “I’m-I’m going to take your helmet off, okay?”

He’s not supposed to. It could be keeping his head together. But he has to. He has to see his face to know he’s alright. That he’ll be alright.

“Remus, just hang in-in there, alright? They’re coming, they’ve called an ambulance, help, help is coming, okay? You’ll be fine-you will be fine, because you’re always fine, you’re Moony. The King of Being Fine.” Sirius is babbling, but he needs to do something while he tries to get this fucking buckle undone. “I should have listened when you said this has a dodgy clip.”

It comes undone and Sirius eases Remus’ helmet off. 

“There we go, see, you’re okay, you’re okay.” Remus’ eyes are scrunched shut against the pain, breathing laboured and uneven, never a full intake. “Remus? Op-open your eyes? Please?”

Sirius is pulling his own helmet off now, one hand brushing the rain-soaked hair from Remus’ forehead, the other throwing the ruined helmet to the side.

“The ambulance is on their way,” a man says, one of the two who got out of the car. The car that hit Remus.

“How-” Sirius clears his throat, dangerously close to tears. No, he has to keep it together. For Remus. “How long?”

“Ten minutes, eleven at the latest.” The man glanced down at Remus, worrying his lip.

“He’ll be fine,” Sirius said, forcefully enough that the man recoiled and took several steps back, retreating to his wife who was standing under an umbrella.

A pained sob escapes Remus’ lips, pulling Sirius’ attention back to him. “Hurts-” he inhales sharply, tears mixing with the rain on his cheeks.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s okay, you’ll be okay.”

Remus’ eyes are red the next time they open, bloodshot. His face has turned considerably paler, his eyes standing out against the now ashen-looking colour of his face.

“Sirius-” a shallow breath. A pained wince. “I can’t-”

“Don’t speak, love, just save your breath, yeah? You’ll be alright, help is on its way.”

“Nine minutes.”

Sirius holds Remus’ hand in his, letting Remus take his in a vice-like grip. Sirius takes it in stride, wanting to help Remus’ pain in any way. If that means breaking every bone in his hand, then so be it.

“Where’s he hurt?” the man asks, phone pressed to his ear. “The lady needs to know.”

“Remus? Did-did you hear him? What hurts?”

“My-my chest,” was followed by a round of shallow breathing and Remus’ face scrunched in pain. “Leg…head…” There was a strange wheezing and hacking cough, just one. But Remus’ breath was expelled from his chest and his shallow breaths couldn’t bring it back.

It was like watching him in a panic attack, hyperventilating, but with pain etched into every small movement.

“Just-just try to relax, yeah? Remus, you need to breathe - slowly, okay?”

“Seven minutes.”

“Remus?”

Sirius was trying not to be scared, but Remus’ chest was moving so shallowly, so fast and his hand squeezing so tight, it was hard for his heart rate not to pick up to a roar. But Remus was going to be okay - he was always okay, he’s been okay for years. Now was not his Not Okay moment.

“I’m s-sorry,” Remus wheezed.

“No, no, don’t - no, don’t do that to me. Don’t apologise, you have nothing to apologise for.”

Remus gave another choked sob, his other hand reaching for Sirius’.

“I-I-” Remus’ mouth opens and closes, eyes wide.

“Remus?”

Something dribbled from his mouth. A cough sending more over his chin. The rain washed it away quickly, but it was dark.

Dark red.

“Remus?” Sirius was afraid of how weak his voice sounded. Like a small child after a nightmare. Except his nightmares were very real, the monster under the bed rearing its ugly head.

“I love-l” Sirius shuffles closer to Remus, pressing his arms together to try and settle the shaking that had begun in Remus’ entire body.

“No, no, don’t go saying that, you’ll be fine, it’s okay.”

“Four minutes.”

“James-” Two coughs this time, Remus turning slightly on his side and spitting onto the pavement, coughing and choking for too long to be okay.

“It’s okay,” Sirius tries as Remus slumps back onto his back, gasping with the effort and pain. 

Remus’ eyes slide closed, lips moving silently. “Lily-” he grunts, swallowing another cough harshly.

“I know what you’re trying to say, you can’t, okay, you're going to be okay.”

Remus gives him a sad smile, slowly unravelling the tension in his hands, releasing Sirius. He takes a slow, deep breath. “I love-you.”

“Don’t say that, please, it sounds like you’re giving up. You-you can’t, you’re Remus, you’re my Moony, you never give up.”

The next few minutes pass with Remus struggling while Sirius fights to keep him conscious.

“Don’t slip away from me, Moony, okay, you can’t do that, I forbid it.”

Sirius would thank every god in the sky when he heard the sirens, faint, but quickly growing louder. 

“You heard that, Moony? They’re coming, you’re okay.”

Remus’ eyelids are half closed now, bloodshot eyes hidden, face even paler than before. The blue lights flooded the motorway, flashing, casting their faces in blue glow.

“Just hold in there, yeah, they’ll take care of you.”

Sirius was distracted, watching the ambulance draw nearer. He didn’t notice Remus’ choking noises, drowned by the sirens. He didn’t notice the wide-eyed panic. He didn’t notice Remus’ hands slipping from his own.

He didn’t notice him slipping away.