#crying sobbing frowing up

[vibinsane]

THE FACT HES NOT REAL IS SO FUCKING PAINFUL

[vibinsane]

NAH NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH this hit every single fucking thing in my very being and highest self above idfk what the fuck i'm saying

GOOD LORDY

LORDS OF ALL PANTHEONS (this. this heals me. this. keeps me going. this. need him carnally. need him. BADLY.) I'M YEETING MYSELF INTO THE FUCKING OCEAN MY FUCKIN GODS MAN

the way he can feel everything with his blood evol ENOUGH.

Sylus filth. Enjoy <3

You can't help but squirm in his grasp, fingers sliding in and out of your wet cunt with deadly precision. He loves feeling your walls clenching around him, his blood Evol letting him feel exactly how aroused you are, how fast your heart is beating.

"If you want me to keep going, you have to stop moving, darling." He purrs, his other hand resting on your neck, not squeezing.

You're sitting on his lap, your back to his chest, your legs spread on top of his, fucking you with his fingers.

He smiles against your ear, kissing your neck as he keeps whispering things to you, pace unrelenting. You lean your head back on his shoulder, grabbing at his arm like you're holding on for dear life.

"Sylus- Please..." You exhale. As steady as it is, you need him to go faster. Harder.

"What, my pet?" He bites your earlobe. "I won't know what you want if you don't tell me."

You attempt to close your legs together for more contact, but he quickly moves the hand on your throat to the back of your left leg, lifting it over the armchair.

"Ah, ah. Tell me." He bites down on your neck, causing you to whimper.

"Mmh! Ple-ase... Faster-" You bite your bottom lip, nails digging into his arm.

"That's better." As he hears you, you can feel his cock hardening under you, and as much as you want your release, you want to help him too.

A bit late, because his fingers curl up and start moving faster, his palm rubbing against your clit, your whole body tensing as you feel the orgasm building up.

"Ah-! Fffuck, Sylus, wait-" You reach up above your shoulder to grab his hair.

He ignores your pleas, smiling. "That's it, sweetheart, cum for me." His voice drops, tilting his head to see your expression better.

Like clockwork, you reach your climax with shaky gasps, your legs trembling as he lets you ride it out with gentle strokes. He chuckles, kissing your neck again.

"Such a pretty little thing... All for me..." He murmurs.

With deep breaths, you manage to recover. But you aren't done. You move his hands away from you, letting him know that you want to move, so he lets you.

You stand up and turn around, sitting back on his lap but facing him this time. Your hands travel down to his belt.

"Oh, my, is it my turn?" He smirks. You nod shyly.

His hands move to either side of your hips, eyes sweeping over your body, then locking onto your lips. He tilts his head, and that's all you need to lean forward and kiss him.

He always kisses so fervently, you wonder how much he held back when you two first met. His tongue swirls against yours, a low moan vibrating through his throat and making you shiver.

While you kiss, you take off his belt, then unbutton his pants, letting his hard cock free. Why is this man so goddamn veiny? There's time to think about that later, you need him inside as soon as possible.

You pull back from the kiss and grab his shaft to guide him in, his eyes darkening. When he makes contact with your wet entrance, he can't help but sigh in pleasure. You slowly sink onto him with your mouth agape, his fingers digging into your hips. You feel so good around him.

"Mmm... Like that..." He rests his head back against the chair, shifting his hips slightly.

You put your hands on his shoulders as you fully take him in, taking a moment to adjust to his size. He waits with surprising patience, despite the fact that he was already leaking precum before you slid him in.

Slowly, you raise your hips until his tip is the only thing inside of you, then lower them fully.

"Are you going to play with me or are you going to give me what I want, hm?" He licks his lips, not letting you get the better of him.

"The latter." You grip the backrest of the chair, and start moving up and down faster, rougher.

His breath catches, hands now pushing you down onto his twitching cock. He swallows, eyes on your cunt as you take him whole. One of his hands travels to your abdomen, then starts circling your clit.

You moan, the hand on his shoulder now on his chest, gripping his shirt. You lean down to kiss him again, and when you pull away, a thin web of saliva connects your mouths, breaking. His blood-red eyes now stay on your face as you bounce on him.

"You f,feel so good, Sy..." You manage to say.

"Are you- Hm- Going to cum twice, hah- for me?"

You shake your head. "You- First."

"Hmm... What- An- Honor."

He starts thrusting upwards, hitting your cervix in that strange mix of pain and pleasure, hand still on your clit. A mix of both your arousal and his starts dripping down his shaft and staining the edges of his open pants.

"I'm going to cum, I want you to cum with me." He declares, his voice husky.

"Mh! Ah! Sy-Sylus-" You arch your back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your reaction is all he needs. With a noise akin to a growl, he finishes inside of you, seed leaking out of your cunt. The sensation is enough to send you over the edge as well, collapsing on top of him with blurred vision.

He doesn't attempt to move, both of you now sensitive. He wraps his arms around you and caresses your hair, kissing your temple.

"That's my girl."

- dividers by @/cafekitsune

[capriciousvisage]

Touken Ranbu Countdown, Day 8:    Kasen Kanesada

Days until 10th Anniversary: 105 Days until Daihonmaru-haku: 109

[razs-archetype]

Don’t get me wrong I love a good when the environment wants to kill you but. When the environment is manmade and and caring and loving.

[resonette]

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight : ))

(  4 0 4  :  meme not found . . . try again? ) / @quietlyblooms

" CHIYO — ! "

it had all happened too fast. the failed resonance. the heart palpitation. seeing the gun, hearing the gun. seren didn't close her eyes, unafraid of death, looking down the barrel of the gun, waiting for the bullet to strike her in the chest . . . but it never came. there was instead a flash of brown, and green, and a cry of agony as a bullet made contact with flesh . . . but the flesh wasn't hers. it takes her a minute to reassess the situation, seeing the protocore-smuggling grunt make a noise of approval. 

chiyo is on the ground in front of her, bleeding. and for a moment, seren forgets who she is.

rare is it that seren uses her own fists for combat; she is not a frontline combatant. but one minute she is squatted down behind chiyo, nursing a chest pain that rendered her immobile, and the next, she is straddling the man with the gun, her knuckles bleeding, unsure of where her blood begins and his ends. her eyes are sharp and vicious, a wolf in sheep's clothing; a thorn on a rose who still smelled as sweet by any other name. seren is silent as she kills a man with her own hands, her knuckles plunging into his face, where his nose met his upper lip, over and over and over and over.

when she rises, she is a ghost possessing her own body, trembling as she approaches chiyo's body. tears are the only thing prohibiting the blood from caking her face red, and she trembles as she leans over, turning her friend - companion - hunter - sister to lay on her back, cold fingers touching her neck.

(  come on , come on , come on — don't you leave me too . . . please , please , don't leave me alone like this.  )

silence, for a very long time, and then . . . ba-dum. ba-dum.  weak, but there. alive, but losing time.

wailing in agony, seren collects the other from the ground, bridal style, holding her to her chest. grit teeth are caked with blood that was not hers as she cups the back of chiyo's head, shushing her despite the lack of response from the other. who were you trying to comfort, amphelos? chiyo? or yourself? looking around, she searches for the blood-red sky, looking for something she knew would get them out of the forest and back towards someone - something who could help.

the blood-stained eyes of a mechanical raven stare back at her in the treeline. 

it was time to make a deal with the devil.

[danhjngs]

EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF EVERYTHING THAT CLIP OF NIWAKUNI??? MY WHOLE FUCKING HEART

the way niwa smiles at kuni

how kuni looks at niwa and smiles

JFC the way kuni just touches the hot iron and niwa immediately grabs his hand and blows on his finger

[gaillol-13]

I'm so normal about Wishful Thinking I swear.

I- [Slowly failing to hide back the most ugly sobs in existence] i-i-

-I SWEaR I'M sO nOrMAL-

[biohazrd]

my laptop fan is broken and it sounds like a fucking vibrator with the pulse pattern and ive had to explain to both of my parents that it's just my laptop

[vibinsane]

SQUEAKS.

IM LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

GUYS!! GUYS!! THESE ARE MY PARENTS AND I HAVE THEIR WEDDING PICTUREEEEE.

please i'm sobbing this is so cute. i'm finally coherent enough to really just alskdjfksdfdjkls spazz tf out of this. UGH I LOVE KAYNE (DAWNBREAKER BUT LISTEN) sdlkfjsdfksdjf i'm biting my fucking fist at how fucking adorable this is.

THE CHEEK PINCH GAAAAH.

New icon, because you can't affinity lvl 103 lock an artist out of shit 🖌😌🎨

@seaofgoldensand has dubbed this my wedding photo and I'm 100% on board with this so it's the icon now.

I'm crying it's so cute you guys this pose is everything

[vibinsane]

when kazuha goes "Wait, don't say a word, I think the final line is coming to me... Yes, how about.... "Far from home, with you." yeah.

[diana-rose-25]

— Seasons of Love

pairing: ex-girlfriend! Bada Lee x Reader

description: It left you a mess, the breakup with Bada Lee left you a mess. Promises broken and dreams together shattered, including you. Yet months after the unforeseen breakup, you know it's time to move on and choose yourself first, even after a certain someone enters your life again.

warnings: None. Angst

word count: 1106

status: unedited

now listening to:

"Hey," how you prayed to hear that voice months before. Yet with how cruel fate it, that is the sound of someone you no longer want to see ever again.

You blow the smoke out of your lips as the cold breeze of the night caresses your face, you hum in acknowledgment without looking at the person behind you. Too entranced by the city lights below you and frankly, too scared to face that person without breaking down in tears.

As you take another puff of the cigarette, you can hear the person make its way beside you and copied your position from the terrace, leaning against the barrier with her arms folded.

You let the silence engulf you both, only accompanied by the moon, the city lights, the heavy tension, and the music of the party inside, three feet apart.

Funny how this was the same night months ago, yet the atmosphere was much lighter, no party, only the company of each other, and bodies close and intertwined, at peace and happy.

Bada steals a glance from you, frowing as you take another puff of the cigarette between your fingers and lips.

"I thought you said you never liked or even tolerated smoking?" She asks before she can even think about it, cringing at herself for ruining the awkward moment in favor of asking you that question. She looks back at the city below as she discreetly pinches her arm.

"Yeah? Well, things changed I guess." You answered nonchalantly making Bada wither at the tone.

"Right," she clears her throat. "H-how are you?"

You roll your eyes at her, being nervous doesn't suit her, yet you couldn't care less.

Not after she so confidently broke up with you a couple months prior.

"Been better."

You've been working on yourself after she left you in the air on your own like a flightless bird thrown in the air by someone with a promise of catching you when you fall.

And fall you did in the dark abyss by yourself, drowning in your thoughts more and more after finding out she had someone new 2 months later.

Bada could only let out a cough nervously after your cold comment. She knows this is her fault.

Friendships and relationships were broken after what she did to you.

"(Y/N)?" She starts off, playing with her fingers as she looks at you. Adjusting her body to fully face you as she tries to reach out for your hand.

From your peripheral vision, you can see what she's trying to do. So without hesitation, you out the fire of your cigarette using the plate beside you and throw it out harshly out the street beneath you.

Bada recoils at the anger behind your throw and pulls her hand back.

You turn your head away from her, not wanting to see her hurt face from your action. Hoping she'll get the hint and leave you alone once and for all.

because standing here beside you hurts, it really hurts.

"I'm sorry." She says shakily, her hands forming into fists by her side to keep herself from crying in front of you. "I'm really sorry, (Y/N)."

You swalloed dryly, forcing yourself to let the tears stay in your eyes while you take a deep breath.

go away go away go away. Your mind repeats while your heart aches so much. you are the last thing I need or see right now.

You nod your head once without looking at her, and Bada wants to sob. Because deep down inside, she knew she did this to you.

She tried to get into a relationship after breaking up with you to forget, but it failed after a week. The cycle continues unhealthily but she knows her mind and heart will always return to you.

"C-come back," Bada breathes out quietly. "Please."

Funny how months ago, that was you. That was you begging her to come back after she left you in the dust with no explanation whatsoever.

Funny how you both were happy and content on a Thursday, and over on Saturday.

Funny how she expects you to do that after breaking up with you through text.

You let out a small laugh, finally allowing the tears to fall down as you stand up tall before facing her.

Bada never thought you could look any better than you already do despite your glossy eyes. You, wearing your favorite jacket and the wind blowing your hair, framing your face so beautifully. You, who she lets go in favor of listening to her fear without communicating with you. You, beautiful beautiful you.

"Stupid, stupid Bada." You say, walking towards her with hands in your pockets and a small smile on your face, yet it is deprived of happiness.

Bada wanted nothing more than to wipe the tear that went down your cheek, so she did. And you let it happen, resisting the instinct to lean into her warm palm.

"You willingly let me go months ago without hesitation," you start as Bada shakes hear head and gently cups your face this time with both of her hands.

"You chose to let me go without hesitation, Bada." Bada lets out a sob as she shuts her eyes tightly and presses her forehead against you.

You look at the woman you once loved break down in front of you, it aches your heart to see her like this. But you can't do anything about it but place your hand on top of hers, sliding your thumb against her in a comforting manner.

You both knew that this is the last time you'll ever be this close.

The last time Bada will get to hold you like this.

And the last time you'll allow yourself in her embrace and delude yourself that she'll choose you over anything else.

So you close your eyes and say, "there is no doubt and assurance in my mind that you won't do it again."

You step away from her and walk away before she can reach out and pull you close again.

Funny how you would give up anything to hear those from her months ago.

But this time, as you walk out of the door and away from the party, funny enough, that was the final thing you needed to do to finally let her go, and free yourself from the promises and dreams she once spoke.

This time, you're choosing your reality, no matter how painful it is to let go of someone you once loved.

It’s not always a happy ending, but its always a new beginning when a chapter closes.

— ©All Rights Reserved diana-rose-25

[vannyblutea]

JYRWEFFHRFRFCERVHGBRETYGFTVREWFBTCURY4WEYFCTUEYTGBWCERCECWT54VFYREVGVCTREYFERTCEGR

Yoku for @vannyblutea (and Maeve is mine lol)

they drinkin' together :]

[silvercap]

🤢/Leon, make him frow up 🙏🙏🙏 - 🔪

So mean! :)

🤢 crying so hard they throw up

This can't be happening. This isn't happening, no way in hell, because if it's real life, Leon doesn't think he can come back from this.

He collapses to his knees beside Chris's corpse, gun still smoking in his hand from the bullet he'd been forced to put through his skull. The worst part of it is that Chris doesn't even look like himself; face distorted and covered in distended veins, those lovely brown eyes glazed over and turned milky by the virus that's been haunting Leon his entire life. This is just another thing it's stolen from it in a long line of losses, but this time he's not so sure he'll get over it.

A sob emerges from his throat, soft at first then wracking his entire body, deep and filled with agony. He slumps forwards, hand clenched around the gun. The sight of it only makes him cry harder, endless, inhuman sounds he didn't know he was capable of making. Something catches in his throat, or maybe it's just the guilt, but suddenly he's whipping his head to the side to vomit, the burn of it almost welcome amidst the overwhelming sensation of grief. Even when there's nothing left in him, he continues to heave, painful and dry.

It's just not fair.

[vermont-writes-fanfic]

hey can I request Seras (with some other characters if you want) with a so who is suffering from depression

Sure thing! Now that I'm back I plan to crank some out with glee! You didn't specify female ore male so I went with they them ponouns

Requested: Ye

Warnings: Mentions of some sympotoms or dpression, crying, loss of interest in hobbies, I tried to keep it pretty light on the topic unsure of how much the snon wanted.

Characters: Seras x Reader

Another long night full of missions had Sera tired out and starving. Though the hunger is outweighed by her worry for her s/o. You have been quiet and down lately, more so then she'd ever seen you before and it worries her. Normally, she'll find you awake just barely hanging on to conciousness waiting for her to return. But these past few weeks? You've been knocked out and even more worrying, during the day you stare a blank page. Everytime she sees you staring numbly with a pencil limp in your grasp she can't help but feel worried, you used to love to draw and paint, she'd find you hunched over the table at all hours of the day and night sketching and planning away for another master peice. She'd seen a fair share of your art block and this isn't it, it's like you've lost all interest. You never talk to her about a new obsession and had just dropped all of your hobbies. You don't even eat anymore. As she walks in she calls your name to see if you are awake.

"S/o? Are you awake still?" She asks softly, just incase you were sleeping. Her brows furrow when her nose picks up the smell of tears as she approaches you.

"..." You say nothing, shoulders stiffening as you try to stay still not wanting to bother Seras with your troubles.

She sits next to you, gently pressing a hand on your quivering shoulders, your trying and failing to calm your breathe in time, She gently turns you over and frows when she sees your tear stained face, eyes puffy and red from what must have been hours of crying.

"I'm fine Seras...j-just a nightmare is all. I'm fine," You say sniffling and sitting up, using the sleeve of your shirt to wipe away your tears and snot. She grabs a tissue an has you blow your nose be fore sitting in front of you, taking your hands in hers.

"What's wrong love? You look like you've been crying for hours." She says gently wiping a stray tear you had missed, her touch gentle and sweet.

"It's nothing, really. I'm fine Seras, I don't want to bother you with this. I don't even know my self..." You say looking away from her, you do know at least a bit. But you don't want to push this all on her, that's not fair.

"I know there somthing wrong, and even if you don't know we can figure out together! You're not alone, I'm right here." Your lover says, pulling you into a hug on her soft chest, you head resting in the crook of her neck.

"I don't know what's wrong with me Seras! I don't like anything I used too, I can hardly rbing myself out of bed, nothing feels like it matters anymore...I-i just feel so lost...I don't know what to do" You sob, clinging to her as you cry.

She pats your back and after a moment she wipes your face "There's nothing wrong with you, your just havin a rough go of it that's all. You're stronger than anyone I know, I'm sure you'll ge through it! I'll be there every step of the way!" She gives a cute smile and tilts her head slightly

"Y-yeah...maybe..." There is somthing about that optomistic smile that makes you think it just might be, you still feel horrible just...a little less than before.

[hourslost]

SHUT THE FUCK UP-

OH MY GOD I AM SCREAMING

and 13?! MY NUMBERRRRRRR IM GONNA CRY

13!! 🖤🖤 if you haven't done that number yet hehe

Cathy..............

#13 is Iris - "You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't wanna go home right now"

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Send me a number and I'll tell you my favorite lyric from the corresponding song on my Wrapped!

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Just finished Zayne's Foreseer myth for the first time... sobbed bc wtf 😭😭😭😭😭

THE WAY I THEW MY PHONE WHEN HE WAS LIKE "DONT CRY ANYMORE" like boy you have no right to tell me that after what we just went through IM GONNA FROW UP

There is a reason it's my freaking navigation post 😭😭😭

And then

And then you see what he becomes

After everything he did and sacrificed and bled and suffered and aganoized through and for

You see that he was hollowed out and emptied of all the light that was left in him. Dr Zayne gave up so much of his own light to become whatever kind of person he had to mantle to ascend to the throne of Foreseer. And after he's cast aside by Astra for his transgressions, whatever of that man was left was brutally ripped asunder, shattered further into shards so small you could never hope to recover them all.

And then you read about Dawnbreaker-

You see how he clings to that jasmine plant. Not because he remembers his time in the tower, but because he remembers Jasmine flowers mean YOU. He sees YOU in his dreams kissing and laughing and smiling and fucking someone who looks like him but it's not HIM.

But the desire to do right remains. And so he struggles on in the only way he knows how by sparing people the agonizing death of an abomination and is branded a serial killer- a murderer.

Zayne may always lose, but at least he loses on his own terms.

God FUCKING DAMNIT I HATE THIS GAME