#DON’T CRY

[rocketqueen1989x]

his stare feels so powerful to me

[soapyoapy]

i need some more random niche jokes for dnp bracelets

[emiweee]

Guys look fanart!! Why’s he crying? Idk, theorize all you want >:3

[rosemarysdragon]

how do i communicate that my deepest heart’s desire is to have game changer season 4 episode 7 “don’t cry” happen to me

[nacho475]

“Don’t Cry My Beloved I’m Here” (Wavier Edit)❤️

[kirk-says-wah]

I can’t promise chapter 10 will be up tonight, idk why but it just doesn’t want to be written 😭

I’m having such a hard time trying to weave in all the different elements. So if it does get posted tonight just know I really had to push myself to get it out 🫠

[lavendarniko]

Imagine getting isekai’d into 1998 Trigun and trying your hardest not to get attached to Wolfwood because you know what’s to come. Imagine that even though you tried so hard, you still ended up slowly falling in love with the preacher man. While on your television screen the show doesn’t seem to take place over such a large span of time, it does. It takes those months and months to fall in love with Wolfwood. The day after day having to remind yourself that he’s damned by the narrative. There is no way for you to deviate the ending that’s set for him. There’s no way to deny that you are in love with a dead man. Every shared glance, every moment under the stars spent laughing, every time you watch him interact with a child, every moment you fall for him, you fruitlessly remind yourself that he’s going to die. When that moment comes, when you cover your ear and cross your fingers that maybe- just maybe the narrative doesn’t have to end that way. Wolfwood doesn’t need to die. When Wolfwood leaves your side for the final time. You know it’s far too late to run from the grief that consumes you.

[nazbruhh]

He needs a break, guys…

[thelionsship]

every time I go on the internet I see my baby crying face😢

[xianhuashi-second-blog]

Ah, yes. The hour of the Sacrifice of the hydro archon is here

Zhongli sighed

It is such a Mortal experience to feel afraid, no? Especially, of death? Maybe, tis something both Gods, adeptai, and humans alike, feel between each other.

I truly understand Focalor’s desire to be human, put ever so delicately into Furina. Especially since that is the exact reason I gave my gnosis, and stepped down as the geo archon. I dearly hope you tell the people of Fontaine Furina’s 500 year sacrifice. As well, as Focalor’s. And furthermore; I hope you tell the Fontainians of the part you’ve played in this,…

Zhongli pauses for a moment, finger slightly curled on his lip.

…Masquerade, of the guilty.

Idk

[thesoulfulsnakepit]

don’t you cry tonight, i still love you baby.

[rocketqueen1989x]

“I’m fucking green” 🦖

[nen-shin-impact]

me when i am neuvillette, chief iudex of fontaine, one of the seven dragon sovereigns, decreer of the deep (i am sad and it’s raining out)

[justaholycorpse]

“The Giant and The Bird”

||König x gn!reader||

PART THREE

a/n: this is the final part of this story(unless y’all want more)! i have a few posts that need to come out after this so keep an eye out for those when they do. On that note: enjoy the slightly different writing style and aesthetic

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Days had continued to pass by like a blur, days bleeding together as you slowly carved into a husk. You had become a different person, detaching from your team and the man you once called “My Giant”, it wasn’t because you were hurt that he forgot about you or because he spent so much time with that medic. You just remembered your place within the team, you are meant to be a soldier, not someone who falls in love with their coworkers. Price knew it better than anyone else on how you were feeling about the sudden change, the old medic had been sent to another team due to them needing him which unfortunately caused you and your team to gain a less than optimal medic. She barely did her job and flirted with him. Which didn’t sit well with you, you were his bird not her, you helped him with his social anxiety when it got too much for him to handle alone. She barely knew how to say his name correctly, you memorized every single way to say it, you memorized everything about him. It was taxing on you, constantly trying to put on a brave face for your team, trying to convince them that you are alright and that you didn’t need more time to yourself. You’d rather hear bombs and gunfire than hear your own thoughts or the way his warmth felt next to you, he was always so warm no matter the weather. You’d rather drink acid than remember how safe and warm in his arms any time he hugged you or how his voice sounded when he said your name. You wanted to forget, just for a moment, everything about him; however it was next to impossible when he was what kept all the evil in the world away. You took a deep breath before knocking on a familiar door, it was late but you had things to say, things you kept quiet about. It ate away at you. Your knuckles met the door three times, soft knocks seeming too loud for this hour, shuffling as someone got out of bed.

She opened the door in his shirt. His sniper mask hastily pulled on to hide his features, you felt a rage bubbling in your veins. ‘I need to speak to König.” You demanded, not wanting to deal with her. ‘Sorry, uhm, who are you?’ Her voice cut through your thoughts, earning her a glare. ‘König. Now.” Your eyes focus on him, you could see his body go tense, you could almost hear him gulp in what seemed to be fear. You took several steps away from the door so he could make it out of his door and stand comfortably within the hallway. ‘Walk with me.’ You commanded, turning on your heel and making your way to the front door, his foot steps following you outside. You could feel the tension between you and him, his warmth a foreign feeling now, especially with the freezing night air. You pointed him to a bench that was probably stolen by Soap to “liven up the place”, which he sat on without protest. ‘We need to talk.’ You stated the obvious, cutting though the almost bitter silence. ‘About what?’ He looked at you though his lashes for a mere second you swore you’d melt, but he looked at his fidgeting hands.

‘The text.’ You finally spoke after some time, you felt yourself growing nervous. You hated to make his anxiety spike but this, here and now in the freezing cold, was one of very few times you’d spike it intentionally. ‘You deleted it when I started texting you. Why?’ Your adrenaline was the one thing keeping you warm while he sat oh so far away from you, he didn’t answer, he didn’t dare look at you. ‘König. Why did you delete the text.’ You watched his chest heave a heavy sigh, he was trying to find the words to tell you why but it never came, words failing him yet again. Silence fell over the both of you for what felt like eternity, another deep breath from the giant man, swallowing his nerves the best he could but his hands still shook. ‘I did not want to hear what you had to say,’ His words cut though you like a dull knife, words caught in your throat as he continued. ‘You do not feel the same I assume so rather than continue to play a game, I deleted the text.’ He drew a breath, almost bracing himself for the inevitable time bomb about to go off. ‘I am happy with her. You cannot change your feelings now.’ You blinked back tears. ‘What?’ Was the only word that spilled over your lips, you felt a crushing weight on your chest. ‘I was going to tell you how much I fucking love you.’ Anger held you in a debilitating grasp, his head whipped up in shock, he saw how tears welled in your eyes and how your brows twitched. You let out a bitter laugh, ‘For fuck sake, König, you immediately assumed I didn’t feel the same? You didn’t even let me fucking speak. You tell me how much you seemingly ‘love’ me but you wasted no time in getting between her fucking legs. Have you ever considered the fact I do love you?’ Anger spilled from your being, shaking from how much you’re letting out. He looked at you with shock, watching you pace back and forth while letting out every emotion you’ve hidden and shoved away. You would angry, who wouldn’t be? He moved on so easily while you sat in your room, tracing your fingers over your arms the same way he did, you stayed up night after night just hoping he would come back. He never came back for you no matter how long you’ve waited, how much you cried and prayed to whatever god is looking down at you. He was so quick to get over you.

‘Did you ever actually love me or was it a stupid fucking game? Did you ever, in your whole god damn life, that maybe just maybe you should’ve wait for me to finish talking? I’m guessing you didn’t because you moved on so fucking quick that it makes me get whiplash. You never actually loved me, did you?’ You stopped your pacing to look at him, he was on his feet now trying to find a moment to cut into your ranting but like a fish out of water, his mouth opened and closed no matter how many times he tried to talk. You shoved him back, anger and tears clouding your vision as you pushed and pushed, throwing a few punches at his stomach and chest. You let out little sobs here and there, bitterness cracking as sorrow seeped into already deep wounds. ‘I fucking loved you, hell, I still love you but you’re already with Miss. ‘I’m so much better than you in every little way’ fuck sake.’ You took steps back as you searched his eyes for anything left of his so called love for you, anything that remained you of the giant you loved before. There were glimpses of that man, but they were far and few between, König finally got the chance to speak, words flooding out of his mouth like a sorry symphony. You tried to listen, you tried to find a reason to forgive him but one question burned behind your eyes, cutting him off you began, ‘So your first thought was ‘let’s go fuck the new medic to make him jealous’? Why not just fucking text me if you didn’t want to talk to me?’ You forced him to think but he searched your eyes yet nothing came. No words, no sounds, only the soft sniffles and panting from you.

‘You really didn’t love me, did you?’ Your words stung to say and for him to hear, it was a heavy bombshell to drop, your shoulders slumped as you nodded. ‘Right, sorry. I forgot that you are exactly how people describe you, a heartless man.’ You glare up at him, it was his turn to cry now but for some reason it felt good to watch him crumble under your gaze. You had finally made him cry, you finally made him feel bad for how empty he suddenly made you feel. ‘I hope she can take care of you the way i took care of you. I doubt she can but don’t come crawling when you realize she only wants you for your dick.’ You snapped, wiping your face before turning and leaving him in the frozen night, hearing the door of your bedroom click closed let you finally let it all out, breaking down as you slid down to the floor. It was over.

[flowers-but-gay]

hey, hey, don’t cry, shhh it’s ok, [ASMR] ❤️ Mommy Comforts You ✨ | [Roleplay] [Comfort] [F4A] ❤️, ok?

[hazopal]

I had p much fun painting this