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I AM STILL WORKING ON DAY 8 OF NINJAGO INKTOBER
WHY IS IT TAKING SO LONG THESE WERE MEANT TO BE SILLY AND LOW EFFORT
[anyways art style change again agsvsidvsjbsks i like it better already]
#martha im coming home sweetie#IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN—#Sopping and crying#Color jitter brush my beloathed#Crystalized Ice Emperor AU#CIE Ice Emperor#CIE Nya[d]#Ninjago#Ninjago AU#I love my silly little guy!! [He is not safe from the horrific trauma beam I am aiming at everyone with this AU]
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i love shu nmuch i frown when i think abour her
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It's honestly wild to me that ToA went through so much trouble to emphasize the fact that Will did not magically fix all of Nico's problems and was explicitly not Nico's only doctor.
Only for TSATS to have Will fix all of Nico's problems and have Nico be entirely reliant on him the entire book and literally helpless without him and LITERALLY have Nico's problems be magically removed.
#pjo#riordanverse#tsats crit#nico di angelo#solangelo#it doesnt make any sense too cause. in HoO we KNOW Nico was fully capable of handling himself in Tartarus#we already knew he was explicitly on his own. we know he had it worse than Percy and Annabeth did#because we are explicitly told that Nico saw Tartarus' true nature the ENTIRE TIME versus Percy only getting a tiny half-glimpse of it once#and Percy acknowledges that he would not be able to withstand actually seeing Tartarus more than he did without just dying on the spot#and Nico was down there for as long as Percy and Annabeth at least. on his own. flying blind and explicitly having it worse.#so it doesnt make sense to totally retcon Nico's ENTIRE experiences with Tartarus to make him sopping wet and pathetic about it#needing to be helped and only being down there for twenty minutes and crying the whole time#and then all of the book he's literally functionally helpless without Will for some reason. despite being in his element.#could not get more in his element than being in the Underworld. my guy literally lives there. that's his HOUSE. that's his YARD.#and he's still just totally sopping wet and pathetic in Tartarus the second time around#like im sorry. no. we literally have previously established canon indicating this is absolutely not the case#that is not something you can retcon. that is an entire major event. it was not glossed over.#unless you are doing time travel and it's a canonical retcon a la Homestuck im sorry the events of TSATS just could never occur#(not to mention Damasen is just never acknowledged in TSATS and him and Bob were absorbed by Tartarus the god and ergo dead in HoH)#(so Bob and Damasen are like. *Gone* gone. they didn't just die to be reformed later they got ERASED.)#(and Nyx sure as hell isnt gonna be the one to have Bob trapped for whatever reason. definitely not cause she hates light/change/whatever)#(nyx is literally the mother/sister [depends on version - sometimes a mitosis situation] of the personification of day? and sky?)#(and FRIENDSHIP? and the nymphs of sunset? sometimes also CHEERFULNESS? and THOUGHTFULNESS? and old age)#(ah yes the mother of concepts such as love/friendship and aging and. day. would HATE [checks notes] love/friendship changing and light)#(she INVENTED THOSE) < anyways thank u for coming to my aside rant in the tags#in parenthesis to indicate this is an aside/tangent rant. anyways i have so many problems with this plot. it just DOESNT WORK#on NO LEVEL DOES IT WORK AT ALL WITH ESTABLISHED CANON
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Han Myungoh my wife
#damn it#why wasn't there more of him in the novel#I will cry tears#sitting on my puddle of tears#sopping wet and sad#i need to know what the heck happened to this guy#my skin feels so irritated because of how much i want to know more of this guy#i want to peal of my skin for him#omniscient reader's viewpoint#orv#han myungoh#orv han myungoh#han dareum#orv han dareum#my drawing museum
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Broadchurch | S2EP4 | Alec Hardy's Wettest Moments (Part 1)
#i could fix him#tbf this is how i wake up from a hangover#a broadchurch gif series??in the year 2024?? u bet ;)#i blame fells#having a dream about drowning and waking up crying? doesn't get more sopping than that#broadchurch#alec hardy#di hardy#broadchurch gifs#wet hardy#david tennant#my gifs
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Who am I lying I am not okay I just want to cry uncontrollably in someone’s arms, I feel so confused and scared I can’t understand what’s going on, I feel stuck I can’t keep doing this anymore
I can’t like anything about myself and I feel so fucking fat and disgusting with myself and my body, I feel like I deserve nothing from anyone but I am craving affection so bad, I feel so alone I want to cry, I wish I could just be loveable and desirable in some way.
#trauma#vent#traumacore#actually traumatized#venting#ed vent#anorexia#eating disorder#this is a cry for help#an0r3xi4#bulimia#bul1m1a#bul1m14#low cal Ana#bone sop#fatspo#ed body dysmorphia#4nor3xia#proana#not pro just tags
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i know the america and buffalo comic was deleted and shouldn't rly be seen as canon but i rly can't stand how cute ame is here... (crying hitting a plane) I HATE YOU BUFFALO!!!!! the other guys giving him chocolate and candy spoiling him like crazy... he probably looks so young compared to them they're just inclined to do that. unable to say the truth... being pushed from alcohol by the hand. while crying. it's too fucking cute... i can't deal with this. ame's sudden moe is too strong. my head hurts
#kill ame#the thought of ame babyface is fucking killing me#THIS KIND OF CRYING AME#I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS. I'M KILLING MYSELF#screaming whining stomping banging his fists. just inclining you to be like aww it's ok calm down have some chocolate have a burger#i need to draw ame crying eating burger i can't believe i've never drawn that#i have drawn ame crying eating chocolate though. it's JUSTTRUE!#i've been killing him less and drawing him crazyface less because drawing ame like a sopping wet dog is too fun lately. sowwy#he's sooo cute...#ame after a breakup or something crying in his living room with a tub of icecream. calling cana(sorry)#and cana's like what? you're incoherent. could you repeat that? hello? what?
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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]
{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k
ARLECCHINO
Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.
She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.
They weren't making it easy, however.
Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.
Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.
Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.
All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.
"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."
Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.
Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.
NEUVILLETTE
Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.
Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.
He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.
Now a masquerade.
He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.
So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.
Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.
No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.
Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?
He dares not ponder.
Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.
"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.
"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..
He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.
"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.
He had waited too long.
No longer.
FURINA
Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.
But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..
They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.
Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.
They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.
But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.
Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.
She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.
Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.
But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.
"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.
Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.
Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.
She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.
"But if you want to make it up to me.."
#genshin impact#genshin impact yandere#genshin yandere#neuvillette x reader#yandere neuvillette#yandere neuvillette x reader#arlecchino x reader#yandere arlecchino#yandere arlecchino x reader#furina x reader#yandere furina#yandere furina x reader#fic tag#pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic#aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage#esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy#not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing#furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley#vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down#its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf#no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet#anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you#and make you owe her#two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye#also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay
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crying over all the dirt on DJ Music Man again,,,
He just- SNIFF SOB He deserves to be clean and shiny like everyone elseeee waaaaaaahhhhgahhdjaa UGLY SOBBING 😭😭😭
Me with the biggest bucket and towel I could find with a small army of mop bots also holding buckets of water, towels, and soap.
Me: tears in my eyes, "Please- 🥺"
DJMM: ????
#when i say tears in my eyes imagine the saddest wettest cat. sopping wet and sad#he'd let me clean him up bc he's afraid i'll start sobbing if he doesn't (I would)#and also cuz it would be nice! to be clean! For Once!#he plays music. a lil rubba dub dub song for bathtime lol#he briefly wonders if I'd be willing to help the mini music men too. at least some of the grimier ones#I would. 😤 those vent spiders are getting a bath too <3#dj music man#mini music man#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#i am not the first to bring up The Dirt. but it makes me Sad! so im going to cry about it on the internet!
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thinking about eddie my repressed king eddie. eddie who keeps bottling his feelings inside like they're gonna magically disappear if he does it long enough, who acts like what he's feeling since chris is gone is sadness when in reality he's falling in an abyss in his own mind and doesn't know how to get up but how can he make others understand what he's feeling and not crumble in front of them when he tries? i think not even buck completely understand the extent of his pain because he's probably putting on a facade saying i miss him more than life but im doing whats best for him do you know his grandparents wanna get him a pool? and he's happy and he's gonna come around you know, while in his head he dreads that it might be too late and he's missed too much and there's no way to cross that bridge anymore, not all the way, because something between them is gonna stay broken forever just like he is. because he can't fix himself and he can't fix anything else. "im afraid im never gonna feel normal again". oh eddie my beloved eddie
#please let him cry sob wail sopping wet cat style#edmundo diaz#eddie diaz#edmundo eddie diaz#911 abc#911 on abc#911#buddie
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her bad girl arc
#sapphanimates#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic oc#sonic ocs#sonic au#doom's child au#sasha the hedgehog#lemon the stoat#rift the entity#queen never cry#redraw#meme image#sopping wet from nearly drowning
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I think Staci should be allowed to be a little bit deranged he deserves it
#as much as i love the interpretations of him being a sopping wet dog#i need more people to acknowledge how far gone that feller is#he deserves to be a little insane#far cry 5#staci pratt#deputy staci pratt
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Extras under the cut. I love you.
(Song: stupid horse by 100gecs from 1000gecs (2019))
I need him biblically,,,,,
#crying in the shower fully clothed is a quality i look for in a man#need him pathetic and sopping wet#im not normal abt dirk anymore#i never was tho#dirk is a stupid horse#dirk strider#more mspaint doodles#bytez art tag#homestuck
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Sebastian Vettel featured during Day 2 of the LA Sail GP 2023.
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#sebastian vettel#ahhhhhhh#PLEASE#loml#bbygworl is thrivin having fun glowin’#pretty guardian sailor seb#✨majestic✨#he’s so cute please send help#mint sebtent just keeps coming and I keep crying#😭😍😭😍😭😍#sopping wet kitten I want to wrap in a warm blanket#promising rn I’m never getting over any of this#a little guy that is so interesting#they are happy to have him#sail GP showing him off loudly#we stan#sailgp#2023#seb
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S7E16 spoilers
Jesus fucking christ, House!
Imagine you're Wilson. Your self destructive best friend just got dumped. He's been hiring hookers and drinking and who knows what else. You can't pull him out of his latest self destructive bender. You tried. He turned you down and you come find him again, pushing your way through a crowd of partiers. Suddenly your attention is drawn to a fourth, maybe fith floor balconey. It's your friend, who you're searching for, standing on the railing.
Imagine the dread that must course through you. You think, this is it. He's going to go too far. He's going to jump. Maybe you think he won't really do it. Maybe you think he's just looking for attention when he waves at everyone below. And then he jumps, and you realize he's going to kill himself. Right in front of you, your best friend is going to kill himself and leave you alone. You watch him plummet, full of dread and fear and grief, and you scream. Like your desperate 'NO!' can stop him now, midair.
And then, slicing through your horrible devastation, he yells 'cannonball'. And he splashes into the water.
Imagine the cold shock of that. Imagine you try to get his attention, ask him what he's doing when he comes up for air, grasping for reassurance after that moment of certainty, of devastation cut short. But he brushes you off, and people jump in with him, and someone hands him a beer. And all you can do is turn around and walk. away. No answers, no apologies, nothing. You have to deal with thinking your best friend was going to kill himself infront of your eyes and the fact that he feels no remorse for putting you through that.
#God they drive me insane#I would've hauled his sopping ass out of the pool and made him listen#Byt the look on Wilson's face as he just turned and walked away#It kills me#Cannot fathom how Wilson didn't scream and cry or throw smth#screaming crying throwing up#hilson#james wilson#gregory house#house md#house md spoilers#house posting#Tw suicide
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...Wait, what was this meeting supposed to be about?
Meanwhile, RHM is just extremely confused.
I was inspired by some fanart of Sven I saw (I'll reblog it when I find it), and I couldn't stop until I was done. Admittedly, not my proudest moment, but I had a bit of a chuckle. For the full effect, use this audio to hear the extent of Sven's pain.
#thsc#the henry stickmin collection#my art#sven svensson#carol cross#reginald copperbottom#right hand man#rhm#the panprice fic is still coming tomorrow don't worry#I was struck by the god of bathroom humor and he wouldn't leave until I drew this#I drew over a crying cat meme which is why Sven became a sopping wet cat at the end#I actually named these pictures Wet Cat Sven 1-5#which isn't wrong#but it's not exactly right either
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