#it causes so much pain

[iamallyetnotatall]

[dragkbluire]

It is I! the Wizard!

Oh how it hurts to be in love. . .

She sits in the restaurant at the table with her friends, her fellow gang members. She had joined Passione because of one man, a man who saved her from a horrible fate on the street. Bruno Bucciarati was a good man, one who had honor and dignity, was kind to the innocent, and fought with a fierce righteousness. And he had brought her in. . .and made her apart of this family.

Narancia and Fugo were doing Narancia's math work, Mista was reading a magazine, and Abbacchio was lost in the music from his head phones. She held her tea cup, looking into the liquid with sad eyes. She had fallen for Bruno after six months, and every day for a year and a half, her heart ached more and more. She loved him dearly. . .

Yet he didn't love her. He only saw her as family.

And she tryed to be content with it. She wanted to be content with it. . .yet it hurt, let a viper wrapped around her heart and squeezing hard. He didn't like her like that. . .

She kept quiet still. . .she dreamed of having coffee dates or going boating with the man. . .Yet she knew it was all a dream inhailed through a pipe. . .

So she decided she'd keep silent. . .and let the pain go on. . .

She heard Bruno enter the area of the restaurant they were in, yelling at the group for causing a scene, and introducing a boy named Giorno. Her heart skipped seeing Bruno. . .yet she kept quiet. ..

Shed never let him know. . .even in death. . .

OW MY HEART!!!!!!

I can't imagine how much it hurts to be close with the one you love but being unable to become a couple.

(Ah yes, angst my favorite)

Did she knew about Rolling Stone? That would be so sad yet so epic. I LOVE this kind of love stories, the ones they can't be together but they show their love with the action that shows more love than anything (dying for the other).

At the end, did she cried for Bucciaratti? Did HE cried for her?

Is he secretly in love too but he just says as "family" because he doesn't want to scare her?

Emotions ladies and gentlemen. You won't ever understand them.

[lokisfavorite]

this right here is my favorite thing ever

in the history of forever

i think about this all the time

i stay awake at night, not sleeping, because im thinking about this

give me a dark magic chaos dude who runs from feelings and is generally impulsive and does things for good reasons but gets framed as a bad person and so they believe they are bad and that they're fundamentally unlovable while also continuously denying themself the chance of love and has family/childhood trauma that shows in their attachment styles and issues with themself/identity and desperately wants to prove themself worthy of something and needs to belong and just wants to do something right for once.

and give me lighter sparky streamlined fella who looks and acts very put together and has a different kind if magic but has their own trauma that is more religious/institutionalized/heirarchy-based that makes them kind of a pushover at times and needs to be constantly working to give themself purpose because they can't lose their usefulness and they never feel like they're doing enough but who feels and expresses emotions and love ritiously and honestly and unapologetically.

and make them kiss.

[lotus-pear]

clowns in court

[yoongikook]

jungkook living his best life (cr. qdeoks, mevip_me_vip)

happy birthday jeon jungkook! your happiness is my happiness, and i hope you continue to achieve all your personal dreams!

[wtfforged]

boy why you so legs

[dykedvonte]

I think depictions of Anya being cruel to Curly or drawing out his suffering are artful and chilling but completely miss the point of the story and her character.

I'm not saying she doesn't deserve to have that "I told you so" moment with him but not in something callous or cold. Even if that is how it happened, she'd immediately feel guilty cause at that point she's not tormenting her tormenter or even the person truly at fault. She's doing something cathartic, similar to how Jimmy likely hits Curly to release rage he can't against the rest of the crew. She'd see herself as no different when she'd come back from the moment and see Curly cowering at her. She wants someone to take responsibility but how does being cruel to the defenseless help? Why would she want the power Jimmy has over her over Curly?

The idea of her extending someone else's pain is just so against the struggles she already faces and how she can't even bring herself to cause someone pain even to help them. Her very desire is to release herself from her own suffering and I doubt she'd even fine some sort of guilty release in being cruel to another.

[mirensiart]

a small silly comic for the pain sharing curse au before I throw the really painful comics at y’all

(I also didn’t feel like coloring this one)

also can confirm, my baby cousin once said I was super cringe and I haven’t recovered since :(

(wind apologizes later though since his grandma raised him right)

[turbo-tsundere]

*superglues them together*

Aka, eeeeh fok it. Here's some ougoku stuff I've been sitting on. Happy THOSE GUYS day.

[lil-vibes]

late night swimming with narilamb :3

some yapping abt them under here + template

This takes place about 5-ish years after their initial battle so he's just well enough to walk on his own. Narinder sustained pretty severe injuries that took years to even begin mending and in that time they both discovered that he really enjoys being fully in water. Warm baths are a favourite activity of his and, in summer, swimming! It used to be only at the large lake near the cult bc thats how far Lambert was willing to risk taking him.

Swimming is good for him bc it's an activity he can do a lot of (relatively) without his whole body hurting and a way to build some muscle back. He only goes at night so he doesn't get ill from the intense summer heat.

Also his hut has many shells decorating it and Mere (incoming bat cult oc that became his friend on accident) has received some as well! He's still looking for a Pretty Shell tm for lamb, but they are just happy that he has a friend.

heres the template!

[gardenofnoah]

“you’re going to hurt yourself like that, my love.”

you startle at the voice over you, having been nearly asleep.

“—uh?”

you turn your head to see Nanami looming over your side of the bed. if you were fully conscious, you would see the tiny look of mischief in his eyes as they roam your body, but you’re not, so you take it as his tendency to mother hen you.

and then he’s pushing you to the middle of the bed despite your whining, climbing in beside you. you try to settle in and find you’re still being moved—he’s on his back, shuffling himself down the bed and pulling one of your legs over his chest. you feel him turn his face into your belly in a move that feels suspiciously like nuzzling.

“what’re y’doin,” you slur, a little petulant at being woken up like this, despite it being well past the time you meant to rejoin the living and despite your own desire to seek out the warmth he’s emitting next to you.

“you’re going to hurt your hip, laying like that,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he runs a hand up the back of your thigh and over your hip, and you sigh a little bit, comforted by the feeling of him.

“i don’t know how you sleep like that,” he continues, absentmindedly dragging his fingers over your skin, making you shiver every now and then.

“feels good,” you grumble, face shoved into the pillow. talking about your bizarre sleeping position and maybe also the way the rough pads of his fingers leave a trail of warmth in their wake. you think you hear him chuckle softly, and you feel him press a kiss to the skin of your belly, right above the hem of your sleep shorts.

it’s soft, chaste—and then it’s not, and you suck in a breath when you feel him kiss you there again, feeling the tip of his tongue drag along the skin that stretches over your hip bone.

and evidently he hears your sharp inhale, because you feel a strong arm sneak around your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

“was still sleeping, you know,” but it’s lost all of its bite and you’re a little breathless now, fixated on the way his free hand slides up the back of your thigh to brush over the sensitive spot just under the curve of your ass.

“go to sleep then,” he says into the soft of your belly, pressing another kiss, opening his mouth a little wider to catch the skin of it between his teeth. he’s turned into you now, and despite yourself, you drag your leg up from his chest so it’s over his shoulder.

he moves to rest his head against your thigh that’s trapped underneath him, and distantly you think that it is more comfortable like this— his head squeezed between your legs having alleviated some of the pressure against your hip from laying on your side. that thought quickly becomes muddled in your head when you feel him latch on to the skin of your inner thigh that rests against his face.

you whine, hips bucking weakly as you squirm under tongue and teeth—both leaning into and trying to get away from the sting of his bite.

“my sweet love,” he coos, running his tongue over the fresh bruise, placating you. you shiver, pressing your face further into the pillow to try to breathe—to ground yourself despite the heat that curls up your spine. he stops, then, and you peak down at him to find that he’s staring back up at you.

“hi,” you whisper, fighting another shudder at the way his lips pull at the corners into a smirk that looks absolutely sinful on him.

“good morning,” he drawls, deep and far too awake. he rests his chin in the space between your hips, pressing a quick kiss above your pubic bone. your hips buck toward him a tiny bit, and his smirk widens when he feels it.

you bring a hand down to run it through his hair, tangling in the blond strands and scratching at his scalp. he closes his eyes and hums, deep in his chest, nuzzling into your thigh. it makes you smile, and it makes you ache.

“want you, ken,” you murmur, squeezing him gently between your thighs and reveling in the groan he lets out.

“i know, sweetheart,” he coos, hands coming up again to grope whatever skin he can reach and pressing a tiny kiss through your shorts, “i can smell you.”

[critter-of-habit]

okay focusing on NATASHA when Peggy and Steve were reuniting was really a choice wasn't it

[soapysudz]

Jason after a certain incident

@bonerot19 enjoy :)

Poll is in the weblogs (why did my spellcheck change it to that???) Ahem REBLOGS to decide what comfort to give him, so far the cat distribution system is winning

Edit: the cat distribution system won! stay tuned for whenever I finish that

[amariram]

In my mind, after his death, Merlin tried so hard to remember all Arthur’s little details.

The way he used to wrinkle his eyes when he smiled at him. The shape of his mouth. That perfectly imperfect curve of his nose. The Crown on his blonde hair. His callous hands.

But after years he realized that he couldn’t really remember any of it. Not his face. Not his voice. Not the way he used to make fun of him.

Five hundred years later he still misses him with all his heart but the truth is he doesn’t even remember Arthur anymore, not really.

He is in love with a memory.

And still, he will wait for him forever.

[signanothername]

Get humbled Nightmare

I love to think Killer sometimes gives Nightmare the vibe of “I’m not stuck in here with you, you’re stuck in here with me” dhhdhd

Bonus sketch

[liam-summers]

Bonus:

Buffy and Darla + Bargaining for Angel's Soul