#SAPPY LMAO

[whitestlight]

i have never felt more love for my art than i have here and ive been here for like a week. thank you.💕

#txt #sappy lmao

[turnipoddity]

day off

#saw #saw fanart #myart #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #i miss drawing them all sappy LMAO

[morgana-ren]

i love angst, and i love your writing, but please, PLEASE, i beg you, could you write some hope of tav ever returning now that the imbecile, has realised the error of his ways 🥺😭 (either way, thank you so much, for all your astarion writtings, it has made me feel things, the angst is real and my masochistic heart loves it🥲)

First part of the story HERE

Common complaint I got on that one! So I fixed it just for y'all. This ending is much less sad and much more sappy, so here is the comfort you need after all that angst!

"Darling, will you smile for me? Just once more. Please--"

He feels her cheeks in his palms, the soft skin against his battle-hardened callouses. Desperation cradles his unbeating heart, and for a moment, the emotion is far too much. A searing flame after centuries of frost. A bonfire in a blizzard. It hurts-- it burns--

"My love, I just need you to--"

"Anything my lord, anything at all for you. Simply command me and I will do anything you ask."

"No, I can't-- I-- I won't do it. I won't. I won't!"

"My lord?"

Her head cocks, turning slowly to look upon him, but her eyes-- they are empty; beetle-black and hollow. Her smile is uncanny as a painted doll, her movements disjointed and inhuman. Her teeth are stained crimson with blood, dripping, dripping, ever dripping down, never swallowed, only pooling.

She is light as a feather as she slips away from him, her skin marbling into a sickly gray before ash spreads across her body as a disease, smearing her form into nothingness. Only her face is left untouched, pretty as porcelain, unflinching and unfalling save a small crack that splinters down from her forehead down to her eyes, revealing inky black abyss beneath.

"My lord-- Oh, my tender, vicious lord. I can feel your anguish-- your hunger. Devour me to be whole once more--"

Her blood smells of rot and she--

She is too far gone to save. Too far gone to ever be saved.

"I won't!"

Whirlwind. Pain. Confusion and dread and seeping anguish. A maelstrom of rage and all-consuming despair swelling from within his soul—

—his soul?

The world around him falls away, a wicked tornado thrashing him about, his mind howling in the eternal winds--

And suddenly he is in a chair.

Not a throne. A chair— and a rather uncomfortable one at that.

"What in the hells—"

His vision spins, nausea curling his gut into a wicked tide of sickness barely restrained by his teeth. He tastes stale blood crawling up his throat, threatening to overturn onto the faded rug beneath him.

"Did you see what you wished for, little spawn?"

The voice takes him by surprise. It is not hers, but another, less familiar voice. The wailing animal in his head retreats to a dull roar as his memory creeps back. A brightly colored tent assaults his vision, piecemeal rugs and odd, foreign trinkets abound on makeshift shelves, and before him sits a strange old woman, hood pulled heavy over her straggling gray hair.

"I-- What was that?"

He sees her cracked, aging lips upturn, gnarled hands placed protectively over a strange orb on the table touching his knees. "I have shown you your future, vampling. Was it to your liking?" Panic rises within his stomach again, and though he does not breathe, he clutches his chest. The smell of incense clogs his nostrils and again, the wave of sick threatens to spill forth. Wretched taste of metallic, aged blood sits heavy on his tongue, all sensation too much-- all of it too much.

"No-- No, that cannot be it!"

"This is your path, Pale Elf. The road you walk. The power you seek is well within your grasp, but as I told you before, it will cost you everything."

He vehemently shakes his head, denying it. Denying it before her and all the Gods.

"You told me upon entry that no price was too great for your reward. Do you still agree with this sentiment?"

"No! Not-- not her. Not her. Not that! I couldn't--"

"You can and you shall, sure as the moon follows the sun. You will have everything you ever wanted, but cost of this ritual is plain before you. You cared not for the many souls left to your mercy that are crushed beneath your tyrannical fist in your ascension, but what of the sole one that resides in your heart?"

Her. The light of his life. The air he breathes. The sun on his frigid flesh, the warmth that melts his icy heart.

"No," He hisses, trying to stand, but ultimately unable to muster the strength. "I won't! There-- There must be another way. Show me!"

"There is no other way," She says, solemnly. "It is inevitable."

He swallows down the information like a boulder lodged in his gullet. Her words echo endlessly in his mind, bouncing off the walls and lodging shards of ice directly in his soul.

"What if I-- What if I don't ascend? Tell me, what if I don't?"

She smiles again, teeth flashing through her thin lips. "That is another path, little elf." "I need to know. I-- I need certainty. I won't do this to her, but I--" He pauses, grappling with everything in his mind, desperately flitting about to absorb it all. "If I am going to forgo this, I need to be certain. I need to know that I can protect her, that she will be safe--"

But the woman simply shakes her head.

"Everyone must choose. For some, the path is dark, but for you, you see more than most will ever have the comfort of knowing. I can offer you nothing more. Should you initiate the Rite, you know this will come to pass. I can tell you nothing more if you choose to not. The future is yet unwritten, and the quill resides in your hands." "Then why can I not have both!" He slams a fist on the table, clawing at the soft wood. For the first time in ages, tears prick at his pale lashes and frustration wells a knot in his throat. "Why--" "Because one path is wholly your own, while the other is a tangled web, such is the nature of deals with the Hells. You will get everything you ever wanted and lose everything that made it worth having."

His head slumps, defeated and miserable. Silvery tears slide down the curves of his cheeks, even as he attempts to bite them back. He thought he would find comfort in knowing the future, but all it has given him is utter horror.

"Despair not," She continues. "Yes, you will wither under the sun, an eternally cursed dweller of the night, but all is not lost, is it? The one you love, will she stray from your side?" "I wanted her to have better than that," He sniffles, needling his lip with a fang. "I cannot brave the sun, but her-- She deserves better than that-- better than me."

"And what of what she feels?"

His brows furrow, and he peers up at the woman from tear-beaded lashes.

"You are a night walker; it is in your nature to be selfish. But love is not selfish, little vampling. You must fight your nature, your inherent self-loathing, or your love will always find the fire. What of what she desires?"

"She loves me," He says with absolute certainty. "And I--" "Do you love her?"

"Yes," He hisses, almost insulted that she would ask. "More than anything. I'm here, aren't I?"

"Then the rest matters naught. If you love her, you will allow her the agency to choose-- something you deny her as an ascendent. You must grow past your own follies. To love is to be vulnerable, and you must allow both yourself and her this freedom."

They are hard words to swallow, and yet, he feels the truth resound in them. She would not leave his side, even as he tried to force her to understand. Even as an instrument of his manipulation and schemes came to light, she stood steadfast with him, hand entwined in his, ready to face the fire together.

"I-- I need to know she will be safe."

Again, the woman shakes her head. "You cannot. You must fight fate if you wish to overturn it. You face dire odds, though throwing the dice in your favor now will doom you later should this outcome be the confirmation of your fears."

He sighs, face crinkling as he sniffs once more, summoning the willpower to swallow down the agony of his choice. He finds the strength in his legs to push himself upward from the chair, weak and shaking as a newborn fawn as he does so. "I will do whatever I need to. Anything."

"Then you may yet see this through."

He can hear the fanfare of the circus outside, the bawdy bards strumming away on their lutes and banging on drums, the elated screams of the children and their parents. Facing the light now seems impossible, but he must find his way home to her-- he has to be with her now now now--

"The coin first, boy."

He snaps out of his delirium only long enough to fish his hands into one of his pockets, bringing out a coin. Aged and neglected, the sinister engraving of a skull peers up at him from his palm, ruby eyes gleaming in the light as he tosses it into the woman's knobbily-jointed hands.

"Best of luck to you, night-child," She tucks it away. "We may yet meet again." "No offense, but I hope not."

"Me too, Little Star."

He pays little mind to the bustling streets and bursting taverns of Baldur's Gate, his feet carrying him back to camp as swiftly as his body will allow. It takes him until sundown even as he damn near jobs, ripping through the tree line and into the ruins with the intensity of a man starved.

"Astarion!" Karlach greets him, trying to wave him over. "I've got a bet with Gale about--" "Where is she?" Astarion immediately cuts her off, looking around frantically.

"Who?" Karlach raises a brow.

"Who else?" Wyll crosses his arms, looking intrigued at Astarion's intensity.

"Oh! In her tent, I think. Why? Gotcha a special something' in town for her, eh?" Karlach tries to rib at him, but he pushes past her without a second glance.

"Bet it's a fancy new dress he needs to tear off of her immediately," Karlach rolls her eyes before returning to her business.

He bursts into her tent to find her hunched over a book, tongue poking from between her teeth, as she scans over the page. This only lasts a few seconds before he scrambles onto the bed, squeezing her as tightly as he can manage, burying his nose into her hair, tears brimming in his eyes once more.

"Woah, hey!" She laughs, carefully setting her book aside, trying to discern what in the hells he is mumbling endlessly into her neck.

Need you-- need you-- love you-- can't lose you-- don't ever--

She hushes him, realizing something has gone terribly, terribly wrong, kissing his head and tugging him close. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She tries to cup his cheeks and bring his face up but he adamantly refuses, hard-swallowing the urge to bawl into her shoulder with every ounce of willpower he has. All he can manage is to cling to her, half sobbing, visions of that terrible future swimming in his head. He cannot let it come to pass, he will not--

And she holds him, cradling him in her arms, hushing him gently. Her face creases with worry, running her hands through his silvery hair as he pulls him into her lap.

"Little Star, what's wrong? You seem so upset. What can I do to make you happy, my love?"

"Is it done?" Ulma leans down as she enters the tent, carefully dodging the intricate tassels of the blanket strewn over the entryway.

"It is," The strange old woman replies, still rubbing the coin with her worn thumb.

"And?"

"I showed him nothing but truth," She says quietly. "I did not manipulate his vision. Only channeled it."

"That tells me nothing. I need to know if our children are safe."

"I cannot tell you this, Ulma. You know of the ways of our tribe; our relationship with these magics." Ulma's lips purse, her exasperation evident in her humorless expression. "I need to know--"

"His reaction was genuine. That was not my doing. He knows the price of power. I cannot tell you if he will pay it regardless," The old woman's head lifts, a slight mischievous smile playing on her lips. "But I can tell you what I think."

"And what do you think?"

"I have seen his soul-- the heart of it. I believe you will see our children yet. He will spare our heart to spare his own in kind. It beats in that woman," Her eyes twinkle in the low candlelight, a genuine smile widening across her cheeks. "I believe he can find redemption yet."

#morgana and friends #astarion #astarion spoilers #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #heh that last one messed yall up huh #heres a fix for it #SUPER sappy FYI #SO ENJOY! #I don't usually write sap (or angst) so I am bad at this #sorry its bad fellas #I GENUINELY could not think of a way for him to fix him becoming her cazador so uh #have a retconn #call this a fast fixer upper lmao

[swedenis-h]

After a mission

#happy dinlu- I mean Valentine’s Day!! #I posted about it on my Insta but drawing sappy stuff like this reminds me how sad they are in the future #like they don’t even know they’re doomed by the narrative #hashtag nevarro trip ammirite ladies #yea it’s the nevarro cottage #LMAO 😭 #art #fanart #digital art #fan art #my art #star wars fanart #star wars #dinluke #Luke Skywalker #din djarin #valentines day #long post #comic

[hwiyoungies]

[DICON] WONWOO 4CUT FILM

#svtgifs #svtcreations #svtsource #forsvt #fywonwoo #seventeen #wonwoo #fighting every instinct to not make the caption a sappy romantic lyrics #(because that's all i've been listening to lately LMAO) #b.edits

[bulbabutt]

self-care

i was bullied into giving you guys a leo hug after the last one

which is fair, my bad guys

#tmnt crossover #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 87 #rise leo #87 leo #tmnt 1987 #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my art #art #bulbasturtlesforever2 #this might be too sappy but i was just playing love like you over and over again #so thats the vibe sorry youre welcome goodbye lmao

[crunchchute]

Sam and Max if they were cool /j

#sam and max #crunchchute art #my art #somehow this shitposty art piece made me emotional while drawing #i miss highschool and my friends and just going on school trips and stuff listening to shitty scene music like botdf #and playing the songs on a phone close to our ears or sharing an earbud on the bus #and being fucking cringy and shit man i wish i experienced more of that #perhaps i wasted my teen years on stress and worrying so im dressing like this now to make up for it #i know you wont see this D and im sorry i was being awful to you sometimes but i liked teasing you as if you were my sibling #i really miss those times. and i know i could always reach out to you but you moved on and im still stuck so i wont. but im thinking about #you from time to time! and the little fun we had back in hs. i really felt like i could be myself when hanging out with you #and i thought about you making this piece. me as max u as sam that would fit lmao #<- hes getting sappy missing the idea of his friends 10 years ago that only exists in memories now because everyone except him grew up

[smoshpostiing]

okay shourtney nation, lets talk about it🥹

it's taken me allll day long to process the fact that it's finally happened. im so so immensely happy for our lil guys 🫶🫂

courtney and shayne both individually have had such an influence on smosh, on the fans, and on me personally and seeing how much they have grown over the years to get to this point is so heartwarming.

seeing them so happy together after everything thats gone on the past 9 years is the best feeling and im so happy 😭

not only that but im so incredibly proud and grateful for this community here on smoshblr. my blog started out so small and we've managed to grow this beautiful community built on respect and love and admiration and friendship and its so fulfilling and refreshing to have a space like this 🫶

(shoutout to some of the amazing blogs here that are the pillars of our community @winterxgardener @3rddimension @snowyoctopus @unknownteapot ) (im forgetting a lot of people im so tired sorry yall)

ive gotten a few asks about what's happening with this blog now.... not going anywhere LMAOOO this was always a blog for shourtney moments (and general smoshness) and i have zero doubt it will continue to!!! im not going anywhere 🤣

a reminder that court and shayne are still the same court and shayne they were pre-announcement and are still entitled to the same respect and privacy. please dont forget they are real people.. respect their boundaries!!<3

anyways, gonna try and finally sleep. i cant believe it's actually happened. i love yall so much i love this community 😭

(special shoutout @unknownteapot who i wouldnt have met without shourtney and this community and is my forever ibsf and has kept me sane through a lot of this lmao ily bestie)

#smosh #courtney miller #shayne topp #smosh cast #smoshblr #shourtney #this is so sappy and crazy lmao #smoshpostiing is rambling again #smosh courtney #smosh shayne #smosh shourtney #shartney #txt #shourtney reveal #love them sm

[royalarchivist]

Mike: If someone drink this love potion, it becomes... in love.

Pac: In love!

Fit: I can't drink it right now- I'm trying. I'm tryin' to chug it!

Mike: Because you are already in love with someone, Fit.

Fit: Oh, maybe. You might be right.

[They all laugh]

#FitMC #Mikethelink #Pactw #QSMP #Fitpac #hideduo #Fit #Mike #Pac #I wish I could remember when this was #it was AGESSSS ago though #back when Mike still had brown hair lmao #I used this in the old Hideduo edit I made but never posted #I'll maybe post that someday but it's a bit silly and sappy #EDIT this was from #July 11 2023 #Over a month before Pac gave him roses and they had their first date at starbobby

[finleycannotdraw]

12. Gabriel/Beelzebub ~ love like yours will surely come my way (x)

I’m actually obsessed with these two way more than I thought I ever could be so that’s fun! Did I draw their outfits wrong? Yes. Do I care? No. Bright purple ties and ruffled pirate shirts for the WIN👑

#good omens #inktober #good omens inktober #good omtober #good omens 2 #ineffable bureaucracy #gabriel x beelzebub #beelzebub #gabriel #archangel gabriel #archangel fucking gabriel #LMAO THATS A TAG #good omens gabriel #good omens beelzebub #finley cannot draw #good omens fanart #anyway. enemies to lovers but it’s Sappy and there’s no real reason for them to be enemies personally #it’s like they work for rival companies but they don’t have a personal dislike of each other #I’m obsessed with this dynamic #anyone else want to bet that they wouldn’t have gotten their shit together so quickly if they’d known aziraphale and crowley #were never together.

[chez-cinnamon]

Will Howdy make the first move or will Frank/Eddie? I can just imagine Howdy using two of his arms each to “pin” them to the wall and rizz them up

Frank and Eddie have definitely tried to make the first move, like while out berry picking they tried giving him some flowers, but they keep being distracted by how gorgeous he looks while smiling, or how cute his hearty laugh is....

Eventually Howdy does make the first move by doing exactly that: pining them against the wall. Yet he encouraged them to do it themselves <3

#welcome home #welcome home au #real world au #frank frankly #eddie dear #howdy pillar #frank x eddie x howdy #they're both such sappy idiots #its a miracle they confessed to each other and got married in the first place lmao

[tojisun]

!! suggestive - minors dni; self-indulgent >3< like worryingly so :’D

just thinking about simon fucking you while you have your sleep token playlist playing in the background. thinking about hownthe lyrics trickle into his ears and rouse him from his pleasure. he pauses and digests them—they speak of adoration and affection beyond the surface; they wax poetries about the storm that comes with love and how it must be an act of devotion to bear through tribulations for a beloved.

simon blinks and turns his eyes to you, his lips agape in his surprise.

your cheeks warm up at the attention, remembering how he has never really liked making love with music playing, murmuring how he keeps getting distracted by the notes because of his keen senses.

“i wanna hear you,” he said, not shying away from your shocked gaze. “i love–” his breath wavered. “i love hearing the way you feel because of me.” he gathered your hands in his. “would that be alright?”

“of course,” you replied, breathlessly. “i- of course.”

you don’t know how today even happened. how, amidst the two of you tearing your clothes off of each other, music phased through. you broke the kiss and told him you’d turn it off but simon whined, said he really couldn’t hold back anymore.

he was—is—so flushed with his own desperation so you forgot about it all until now, that is.

he lifts his head from where he’s been marking up the column of your throat to meet your eyes. “who do you think of when you listen to these?”

“what?” you ask, your chest heaving as you come down from the high of your razing euphoria.

“these,” he says. “this song right now. who do you think of?”

“you.”

the reply falls from your tongue easily, truthfully, because there has never been anyone else you thought about as love songs racked up in your playlist. every beat, every tempo, every genre—you thought about simon.

and that’s natural, isn’t it? so why? why is simon looking at you with such devotion?

(simon has never realized how his love could be so gentle, so beautiful, that you’d associate songs with him.

he never once thought he’d even be fortunate enough to be in love, but then you came, held his heart so tenderly in the small of your palms, and simon no longer knows how to not be in love.)

the man i once loved gifted me three CDs packed with playlists and titled them as, “songs that remind me of you.” it was one of the softest ways someone has showed me their love for me :’)

#suns #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #sappy self-indulgent valentines post :(( #yall might actually hate this lmao

[kiirotoao]

Thoughts on Byler and pet names that I wanted to make a video on but ended up writing because they’re quite specific and frankly a little embarrassing to say aloud:

Baby: Mike uses this one when he’s in a very flirty mood. Will uses this teasingly and very sparingly.

Babe: Mike uses this all the time. Will uses it sometimes around the house.

Sweetie/Sweetheart: No. These are Joyce’s terms of endearment only.

Darling: Both use and don’t realize how often they do. They’ll readily deny using this one, but they love flirting with it.

(My) Dear: Both use this often. Mike uses it when he’s writing and/or being poetic (AKA cheesy and sappy) and Will uses it when he’s happy.

(My) Love: Both use this all the time. It makes them sound a little prosaic and cute at the same time, and they absolutely love it.

Handsome: Both use when flirting, so pretty often.

Hot Stuff: Only Will uses this one because he somehow makes it not sound overly-cheesy. Mike can pretty much only use this one ironically with finger guns and everything (Will finds it cute, though, so no losing with this one).

Cutie: Only Mike uses this one, usually when Will’s wearing a cute outfit or his hair is getting a little too long. When Will occasionally does use this one, Mike is left blushing out of his mind.

Lover Boy: Both use this one, usually when they very obviously want to get the other person to blush.

Angel: Too cheesy for them both. Maybe only when Mike is down bad.

Sunshine: Again, too cheesy, but Mike uses this sometimes first thing in the morning.

Casanova: Will uses this teasingly when Mike is being cute or romantic.

Prince Charming: Both use very rarely, maybe when the other is being, well, very charming.

Cuddle Bug: Mike used this one first and then Will picked up on it. Both sometimes use when they’re cuddling.

Sugar: No.

Pumpkin: No.

Honey: No. Maybe after a few years into their relationship? Maybe.

Bonus: Mike calls Will “O Great And Wise” and Will calls Mike “My Knight/My Knight In Shining Armor” sometimes, too ;)

ADD-ONS!!! TY GUYS IM. EVEN SOFTER THAN I WAS WHEN I WAS FIRST MAKING THIS.

(My) Muse - credit to @holyvirgilscriptures: Both use very sweetly, especially when they’re in their craft (Will painting, Mike writing), another prosaic one that they absolutely adore.

Beautiful - credit to @camel-casing: Both use, mostly later in their relationship. I love picturing this one as another morning greeting along with sunshine, like, “morning, beautiful,” or just when they feel in love.

Pretty Boy - credit to @c4ntbr36th: Both use, mostly Mike, though, in my head. Sometimes they use this teasingly when the other is pointedly a mess (crazy bedhead, coming home super late and frazzled, etc.) or exceedingly well put-together and when they’re all-around smitten.

#Byler #I don’t call many things cringy but this I must say. feels kinda cringy to post lmao? #my apologies ahead of time #this was kinda a writing exercise to get some pet names cycling through #and I decided to share hehe #real talk though I love writing in pet names maybe too much #they’re sappy and in love how can I avoid them with Byler

[serendipitouscontaminant]

The development of the Gregory&Jacob friendship and the weight put on it is so important to me, actually. This platonic relationship has been treated with so much care and affection by the narrative, and it’s so nice to see. Gregory and Jacob feel safe with each other. Gregory confides in Jacob about Janine, trusts his input on his job, and will talk to him about his life in general, and Jacob willingly tells Gregory about something he’d been keeping inside for months and tells Gregory details about his life. Even when Gregory was a lot more standoffish with Jacob, he’d still confide in him.

And Jacob comes through for Gregory. He has an emotional awareness that Gregory just kind of sometimes doesn’t, and he does his best to match his energy even if he sometimes fails. Gregory, for his part, is able to gracefully redirect Jacob—much more subtly than Zach, incidentally, who kind of made a production out of it—when he veers off-track, and at this point he often doesn’t even blink at Jacob’s sometimes offbeat speech patterns or the silly nicknames he uses. He actually seems fond of them.

Jacob doesn’t push Gregory too hard—even though we know he has opinions about some of Gregory’s choices—unless it becomes genuinely disruptive (Double Date) or he’s obviously getting in his own way (especially if it’s in a way that also affects Janine), but he is upfront with him and he checks in with him in a way that obviously has made it clear to Gregory that Jacob is someone he trusts.

It’s really a storyline about two people who are learning to accommodate each other (while setting boundaries) and creating a genuine, meaningful friendship after originally only seeing each other on a surface level, and I love them so much.

#abbott elementary #gregory eddie #jacob hill #this is just my sappy rambling lmao #barely even meta

[assiraphales]

hmmm because I’m bored au where zoro is a forest spirit whose hair is actual grass n moss. the occasional flower will bloom when he’s particularly happy. his swords were crafted from ancient trees and stone infused with magic, as he’s one of the protectors of his island. of course luffy n co come exploring & disrupting the peace. a terrible enemy threatens to destroy the land, and luffy tells zoro he will save this place if zoro will join his crew (zoro wants to, but has spent decades to centuries trapped by sense of duty to the land). later, luffy will ask if zoro resents him for taking him away from his ‘garden’ but zoro simply replies “I made the decision to follow my sun”

#sappy sappy sappy lmao #I’m feeling silly what can I say #zolu #one piece

[xmagicalpotatox]

just taranzolor'd all over the place 🙏🙏

#idnt feel like shading #taranzalor #taranzolor #magoranza #magolor #taranza #kirby #marx kirby #oh yeah hes there lmao #he aint homophobic or nothing hes just mad he cant ruin a sappy moment LMAO #just remembered i put eyelaashes on taranza #ermm... slay!!