#*cries into hands*

[sunkissedlouis]

LOVE OF MY LIFE

#sunshine #louis #BABYYYYYY #CRIES INTO HANDS

[never-gonna-danse-again]

goodnight sweetheart, til we meet tomorrow

tw- death, gore, euthanasia

i promise i'll stop posting tragedy soon i just needed to get this down on theoretical paper

planning some hcs about the minutemen next :)

Cutler!” He had no more restraint left inside his aching bones, not one more ounce of care. Most of the wretched abominations were dead and trampled beneath his power armour, though any more would soon face the wrath of the paladin’s rifle. “Cutler!”

His throat was raw, his eyes flitting and desperate. Upon hearing the dying groan of another mutant below him, Danse kicked in its skull, splattering unusually pale brains over his sabaton. Putrid monsters; he seethed, eyebrows knitting in hatred. The loud clanging of metal against the heavy metal floor resounded through the entire corridor, filling the empty space and his rickety nerves. Horror rose in his chest, passing yet another mauled body sporting the same uniform- she died with the torn flag of their Brotherhood in her hands, now as bloody as her body. So many brothers massacred, pulled apart for nothing more than their enjoyment and a full stomach. Good men lost for nothing.

All but one.

Danse had given up on courtesy, instead deciding to kick the door open hard with the heel of his boot. With a resounding clack, one of its hinges came loose, bending from its screws in the wall to reveal the limp body braced against a table the centre of the room. As he panted for breath, it seemed to leave his throat in ragged gasps.

The broken man smiled to him, his eyes distraught with pain and body shrivelled beyond recognition. Though parts of him remained, weak and feeble, his arm was contorted to the shape of a broken bone, skin far too sickly. Out of proportion to the rest of him, making Cutler a freak of nature, their failed attempt at an even more wretched mutant. He lay on some sort of stretcher, half propped up from his waist, and writhing softly.

“What the fuck have they done to you?”

“Danse-“ Cutler tried weakly to smile, creasing the heavy bags under his eyes. He looked a different person all together, the joy and energy with him all but withered away to leave a grotesque shell of a man; as much as he tried to fight back against them, tears threatened to fall. A single gloved fist clenched at his side while he stood beside the fallen Knight. He was drenched in blood, but not just his own, the once proud uniform shredded to pieces against his gaunt form; bile almost rose in his throat at the horrid sight.

“We need to get you out of here. There’ll be someone who can help you, somewhere. You'll be fine.” Desperation grew inside of him, hands fumbling to grab Cutler’s. With a strangled chuckle, he pushed Danse away, shaking his head with the strength left in his mutated body. 

“No. We can’t,” his dying grip wrapped around Danse’s wrist, eyes strong through his agony, “but I know that you’ll do the right thing.”

With eyes wide, his shaking palm reached for the small pistol at his side. In his twelve years as a soldier of the Brotherhood, Danse could not remember one time he was brought to use it. A last resort, Krieg had called it, only to be used in the direst of circumstances.

I suppose this must be one of them.

He knelt down beside Cutler, one hand holding his cold cheek gently. The gun almost slipped from his clammy grip, but he steeled his resolve, gritting his teeth hard. Cutler reached out with a struggle, kissing him. He couldn't bring himself to back away, feeling hot tears stream down his dirty face as their eyes locked. Rage, grief and horror burnt inside his chest Danse brought the 10mm to Cutler's temple reluctantly, struggling to keep it against the man's head with his shuddering hand.

He had to look away as he pulled the trigger, unable to bear the sight. The body to his side went still instantly still with one single convulsion, dying instantly and painlessly. Danse let his pistol clatter to the floor, the memory already too much of a burden.

His knees collapsed beneath him, bringing him to the floor in seconds; everything he'd strived to achieve, the object of all he loved was lifeless. By his own wretched hand. Deep sobs wracked his chest, making even breathing a laborious task, and annihilating what little vigour was left inside. Danse couldn't bring his eyes to gaze upon him again, not in such a ghastly state. Why couldn't he be safe? Why couldn't he be alive by his side? His head millimetres from the floor, he found himself gasping for air through his weeping, not accustomed to such a deep grief.

"Why did you have to leave?"

#fallout 4 #fo4 #danse fallout 4 #cutler #fev #bos fo4 #paladin danse #danse fo4 #might regret this later #cries into hands #cutler fo4

[phoenix-flamed]

Alright, so my partner's birthday present to me arrived today, and it's time to curse the Dash with a Vonny lore dump to express how amazing this present is to me.

I've been writing and drawing since I started elementary school. Not very well, mind you -- but that's not the point. As one might expect of a kid, my way of "learning" to draw was by imitating what I saw.

Early on, I started collecting things like strategy guides for games(especially Zelda and Final Fantasy), both to read them as if they were books, and to use the artwork and screenshots within them to practice drawing. As I got older, I started collecting artbooks for games and manga, too. Even as time went on and for one reason or another I began to draw and write less and less, I still collected these things, and I still cherished them, because inspiration.

Okay, I could go on and on, but I'll stop being sappy. The tl;dr is that my birthday gift arrived, and I'm having An Emotion because... yeah.

I'll take everything out of the box later and probably grab some pictures of everything piece by piece, but. Yeah. Phoenix knows me well lol.

#Out of the Flames #cries into hands #ty Phoenix ;-;

[memovia]

most of my queue for a bit will be answering some long overdued bingo asks from my inbox. I am determined to get it under 20.

#✧ ooc. | rest your heart. #clenches fist #cries into hands

[jamesdotmp3]

rare (extremely common) james vulnerability post for the night before i go to sleep:

i feel Cringe. for liking hughie as much as i do. like sometimes i snap out of it and im like Wow i care about this entirely fictional character more than i care about most people. i love writing my self indulgent fics and drawing my little self insert shipping fanart but idk sometimes i just feel weird about it. i know i shouldnt but its just lke :(( why am i so weird about a fictional guy this is crazy and like i’ll complain that i feel stupid and cringe for liking him so much but right after i post this im gonna go to bed and im gonna imagine my silly little scenarios with him to get me to sleep uhgggrgggrg

#jamesdottxt #rare james vulnerability post #idk its weird #even with other characters ive gotten obsessed with… its never been this bad #ive been downright obsessed with hughie for 2 years now #idk i guess im just worried that its offputting #because like Ouhh look at this guy! obsessed with some fictional character! what a weirdo! #i feel self conscious about it lol #cries into hands

[pitchdarkhook]

[ I totally did not wake up at 5pm........... ]

#cries into hands #JKNFAJFA #☆ ooc. | off to play hsr.

[v1scera]

tag followers you want to get to know better!

last song i listened to: kingdom of cards — bad omens (of course) favourite colour: red, pink, black, purple currently watching: not really anything, i definitely prefer movies over tv last movie / tv show i watched: insidious: the red door. spicy / savory / sweet: savory. relationship status: single and not ready to mingle. last thing i googled: xiao banner rerun date (for genshin impact) current obsession: hahhahahaha do you guys even have to ask

tagged by: no one but i saw @painmon did it

tagging: @hemat1c @hedonst / @kostenkos @mothergooseberry @illsuiteddowner @hourmoon and whoever else!

#being trying to get this bitch xiao in genshin impact since i started playing #cries into hands #*・ﾟᵒᵒᶜ⁺ — ↳DIGITAL DEMONS MAKE THE NIGHT FEEL HEAVENLY.

[liminal-zone]

Okay I know I need to pump the breaks on IF HALBRAND ISNT SAURON WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE as obviously he could also be the witch king or the king under the mountain, etc. and I need to guard my heart from disappointment.

BUT an excellent counterpoint I heard on the Ringerverse podcast was this: we have tv literacy, right??? So when Adar is like ‘no but for real for real who are you?’ and Halbrand just pauses before ghosting him — that means Halbrand is someone known in this time period and all the theories around him being a third age villain are then not really valid. HE HAS TO BE SAURON OR WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE. I AM FAILING AT PUMPING THE BREAKS. 😭

#if halbrand isn’t sauron what are we doing here #AND IN THE DARKNESS BIND THEM #the rings of power #imma be rll upset if we show up and CeleyB is all MY NEW FRIEND ANNATAR IS HERE #cries into hands #I’ve never felt so passionate about a theory lololol

[toruland]

genshin women make my brain malfunction

#i need them #so bad #my queen shenhe needs a throne #ningguang too #and yae #and #cries into hands #xilspeaks

[vyragosa]

this irational belief about saint peter going out of his way and raging on against the dying of the light that maybe just maybe, higgs is truly modelled after the first apostle saint peter and maybe just maybe

it’s about being the person believing in sam porter the most, not for being the messiah

but just for being the man himself, just for that fact alone

“i want to understand him but i can’t make sense of him”

#cries into hands #being played like this hurts so bad i got hopes and dreams and shit yknow

[unmeinoniwa]

@tenkoseiensei​ replied: 

     “ ................. W - WHY are you looking at me like that ? ” 

#tenkoseiensei #LEAVE HIM ALONE !!!! #✦ RECORDING the fates in the stars. (theodore ic.) #CRIES INTO HANDS

[doyouknowhoyouare]

pulling my hair out

#cries into hands #whennnnn #Spotify

[phoenix-flamed]

Not me watching Phoenix play the last part of XVI, and squealing at Elwin encouraging Clive when he uses Odin's power against Ultima alkdgjlgks

"Onward, my son!"

LOOK, I AM A SIMPLE BEING. I HEAR ELWIN BEING DADWIN, AND I GET EXCITED, LEAVE ME ALONE

#Out of the Flames #I'm so adlkgjfldakfg #CRIES INTO HANDS

[memovia]

Renni ( @acr3ss-the-cosmos ) and I talking about Chenhua crocheting Muyang's favourite flower or animal and I hit her with the―

PINK CARNATIONS are his favourite flower because it represents gratitude and the concept of never forgetting someone.

Because of how much has gone by just being alive... like... does he even remember how his mother's song when she sang him to sleep? Does he even remember how his Father's spear moves are like anymore? Does he remember the warmth of his Mother's hug? Does he even remember his Father's proud smile when he aces the moves that he was taught?

Does he even remember them?

How they sounded, how they loved him.

He hopes he does and will continue to remember.

#and not to mention his late commander's stuff too #CRIES INTO HANDS #i need to write about this PROPERLY #✧ ooc. | rest your heart. #I COME ON HERE AND JUST MUYANG BRAINROT WALAO

[hey-moonwtf]

This song is so Steddie (Specifically Steve @ Eddie) that it is giving me tooth decay and heart failure

#steddie #help cause !! #cries into hands #Spotify

[kyannnite]

do you ever have those moments where u just get. way too into something ur doing for a funny silly little goof

… that’s me rn with this jiang cheng

#i guess u could say i commit to the bit #cries into hands #wip