#*sobs so hard*

[saetoru]

stfu they’re adorable

#SOBS SO HARD

[cosbeans]

hes FINALLY HOME

#SOBS SO HARD #I DOWNLOADED THIS STUPID GAME OVER A YEAR AGO #JUST TO GET INGO #HE FOUGHT ME. BUT BY GOD #WE HANG IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #COSME SCREAMS

[june-again]

JANG HAN-SEO: # treason.

summary. yet another angsty introspective character narrative. mentions of emotional & physical abuse (obviously). me being upset (again).

word count. 0.4k. timeline. spoilers for up to episode 6.

Jang Han-seo was a traitor.

In his mind, there would be no denying it. Both him and Joon-woo recognized it as fact, and they always had. Han-seo’s half brother was waiting for the day of betrayal, preparing for it, setting up traps in it. His fate was to try and escape, and reach, and fail. But still, the truth was no secret, though he declared it false every time he was challenged. Han-seo hated Joon-woo, and so he was a traitor. And part of being a traitor meant that he had hope. 

This life—it was dreadful, vexing, and violent. But there were things he wished were real. He wished he really could be the CEO of a company. He wished the company was run properly, that so many people didn’t have to die. Han-seo wished that his employees didn’t see him as the tyrant Joon-woo had puppeted him to become. He wished that his brother’s dark, twisted amity was real. He wished that his life of affluence was genuinely as comfortable as it ought to be.

He wished that he didn’t have to shudder while walking around his own home in daylight. 

Today was going to change a lot of things. Joon-woo was going to reveal himself to those two from Wusang. Their names were forgotten to Han-seo. He didn’t remember names consistently. He didn’t remember much, mind rotted away by a past with drugs, by trauma to the head from Han-seok’s violence, and from his self-distrust learned from Joon-woo’s friendly reminders. In a way, today meant that he wouldn’t have to pretend anymore that he was the mastermind behind the company. And in a way, that was a relief, because he hated what was happening to Babel.

But today was going to change Han-seo’s fear. It was going to increase it.

Knowing that Joon-woo was starting to reveal himself meant that he was coming out of the shadows. And with him came the demons that lived there, no longer restrained to threatening and abjecting Han-seo in privacy.

As Han-seo’s fear increased, so did his hope—irrational, desperate hope that someone would see the truth and save him from it.

It was pointless. He knew. He knew because nobody stood up to him. Despite his position, he still had a slight reputation for being incompetent, but still nobody stood up to the cruelty and manipulation Joon-woo had coaxed him into.

It was pointless, but Han-seo still hoped.

And this was why Jang Han-seo was a traitor.

author's note. woo girl i am back in my FUCK JANG HAN-SEOK feels. someone give this guy a hug because i am upset and going to cry over it and have NO words for what this show does to me between laughs and gasps

#vincenzo #jang hanseo #vincenzo fanfic #hanseo angst #han-seo angst #jang han-seok #joon-woo #vincenzo drabble #jang han-seo imagine #sobs so hard

[spinbit]

THE DAYCARE ATTENDANT ANIMATRONICS IS SO COOL, I WANT TO SEE HIM BUT

HE'S ALL THE WAY IN SEATLEE

IM SO MAD

#daycare attendant #pax west #ruin eclipse #sobs so hard

[daughteroftheunspeakable]

its not an indie band if you havent genuinely teared up at how little attention they get

#sobs so hard #arthur.txt

[yourbleedingh3art]

Samson and delilah is so tragic and romantic like literally fuck romeo and juliet it's samson and delilah. I KNOW SHE LOVED HIM. I KNOW SHE LOVED HIM.

#And regina spektor knows that too #Their doomed and erased loved #sobs so hard #When u wanna talk about the emotinal significance of samson and delilah but nobodys around so u cry and have to smoke weed probably #blog post

[ultramantr1gger]

the frontiers cutscene movie videos tempt me so much. back devil. BACK

#SOBS SO HARD #|blazar stone|

[goldenguillotines]

I WENT OUT TO THE STORE LAST NIGHT... WHY IS HE IN THE CLAW MACHINW I NEED HIM SO BAD

#SOBS SO HARD #i literally blow ass at machines like these i couldnt win them if i tried but my.son. #hes so ugly i love him

[ashiyn]

what if i cried actually

#grian hugging pearl so hard she falls over im actually sobbing #.post #.vid #inthelittlewood #grian #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft

[false-arcadia]

FALSE ARCADIA'S ASK GAME

How it works: You send an ask with one of these emojis, and I answer!

GENERAL QUESTIONS

⭐ - Favorite?

🎨 - Favorite design?

📝 - Favorite event?

💔 - Least favorite?

🐍 - Who would I consider the most untrustworthy?

🕊️ - And the most trustworthy?

🎲 - Reference to other media/stories?

💗 - Any forgotten/background character I really like?

🤔 - Random trivia, for the story or an area!

CHARACTER-CENTRIC

(Send a name with the emoji! If you don’t, I’ll pull from a wheel.)

🗨️ - How/why did you choose their name?

#️ - What’s their age or age range?

💌 - Love interest?

👤 - What’s the trope that influences the character the most?

🎤 - Voice claim?

🎧 - Song I associate with their character?

🎶 - And a ‘theme’ I assigned them? (think Terraria Calamity OSTs)

💙 - Relationship with family?

💭 - Random trivia, for a character!

❣️ - Love language?

⏰- When were they created?

🪞 - How do they view themselves?

📌- A character flaw that will get in the way?

#ask game #please #i need stuff for the queue #sobs so hard #get queued idiot

[umbrabyte]

every one of your funerals

#don't look at madokas arms i tried so hard and couldn't get them right sobbing #madoka fanart #pmmm madoka #madoka kamane #madoka magica fanart #madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #homura fanart #homura akemi #pmmm homura #homucifer #madohomu

[tteokdoroki]

YOU’RE MY SWEET LITTLE BABY SIS MOOT 😘😘😘😘😘

YOURE MY BIG SIS MOOTIE AND I LOVE U SO MUCH :(((

#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚੭ — close friends story #✧ ₊˚🃏੭ — games #♡︎₊˚marquie.👑 #SOBS SO HARD #I LOVE U SO BAD #i know this technically isn’t part of the game but im sooo ily so much

[hirudou]

siofra coming to nrc,,, setting up a dorm,,, attending classes,,, specifically for rudi. because he was uncomfortable joining any of the existing dorms.

#tbd. / 🍁 #there are other students ofc #but it was ALL for rudi #sobs so hard

[nem0-nee]

Statement Ends.

Hi I totally didn't die crying while making this >:^))

[ Based on "Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan" by Ilya Repin. ]

BONUS workplace comedy shot below:

I'm not even sorry /j

#the magnus archives #tma #mag 200 #tma fanart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jmart #my art heh #[ rambling section ] #*UGLY SOBBING* #they're just so...tragic </33 #went through the 5 stages of grief making this not bc it was hard (it was) but BC MAG 200 KEPT PLAYING IN MY HEAD #WOE IS I....

[worminmymoutjh]

I GAVE MY TEACHER COMMUNITY SPOILERS I AM SO SORRY I KNOW I SHOULDNT HAVE I FEEL SO BAD

#sobs so hard #i have committed sin

[saintobio]

LONG LIVE THE VILLAINESS !

amidst the tale of sweetest love and bitterest revenge, the fallen empress is cast back ten years into the past to correct her sins and avoid eternal damnation, even at the price of betraying her once husband, the very cause of her downfall.

♱ pairings. gojo satoru, fem!reader

♱ genre. enemies-to-lovers, period piece, medieval au

♱ tags. ooc, regression, crown prince!gojo, noble lady!reader, politics, classism, clan wars, religion (catholicism), misogyny, violence, war, rebellion, suggestive, smut, gore, double life, explicit language, more to be added

♱ notes. this fic draws heavy inspirations from the webnovel ‘sister, i am the queen in this life’ and manhwa of the same name. it’s basically a fanfic of that series bc i am obsessed with it :’D

♱ status. on-going (slow updates)

♱ THIS SERIES WILL SERVE AS THE THE SECOND TIMELINE -> READ HERE FOR THE FIRST TIMELINE (ORIGINAL STORY) ♱

PROLOGUE.

ACT I. THE LADY

ACT II. THE CROWN PRINCE

ACT III. THE KNIGHT

ACT IV. THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS

ACT V. THE BLESSED

ACT VI. THE SIN

ACT VII. THE REVELATION

ACT VIII. THE ENEMY

ACT IX. THE LOVER

ACT X. THE EMPRESS

EPILOGUE.

PROLOGUE 

Like plunging beneath the surface of water and then, abruptly, breaking through to the air above—your body jolted as if awakening in a new world altogether. You drew in a long breath, your eyes fluttering open to reveal the ceiling, both familiar yet unfamiliar in its greeting. Swiftly, you surveyed your surroundings, noting with growing recognition the confines of your old room within the De Roma estate. The estate! 

You were not in the palace of Caelum, but in the estate of House De Roma. A surge of realization flooded through you as you dashed towards the nearest mirror, confronting your reflection with wide, startled eyes. 

No... could it be... that you have returned to your body, ten years prior?!

In the mirror, the reflection staring back at you was not that of the notorious wife of the tyrant Emperor Satoru, but of a 20-year-old maiden, the eldest daughter of Duke de Roma, with fuller cheeks and a more youthful appearance. You could not shake the feeling of disbelief, wondering if this was all just a dream, so you reached out to touch your arms and felt the flesh beneath your fingers, trying to convince yourself that this was an unexpected reality.

Oh, you were back. You found yourself returned to your former self, a decade younger, but now armed with the knowledge of your past life's actions and their consequences. Alongside this newfound understanding, the gift of clairvoyance had also been bestowed upon you.

And for what? Why had the heavens above returned you to your body? Was it for revenge, a second chance, or perhaps punishment?

Suddenly, a loud, deafening sound pierced your ears, and a blinding white light enveloped your vision. Your body became as still as a statue, and it felt as though your soul was transported to a fourth dimension where divine intervention seemed a lot more plausible to exist.

As your soul hovered in the liminal space between life and death, you found yourself standing before a figure cloaked in billowing robes, her presence commanding and her gaze piercing. This figure was Fortuna, the ancient Caelan goddess of fortune and fate, her visage austere and unforgiving.

“Are you aware of the sins that stain your soul?” 

“Have you felt the weight of your transgressions, the consequences of your actions that have wrought suffering upon your people and brought ruin to your empire?”

Her voice echoed through the realm with the divine judgment that weighed upon your conscience, while her gaze penetrated to the core of your being and demanded honesty and accountability in the face of your past misdeeds.

“Will you atone for your sins?” 

“Will you seize this opportunity for redemption, or will you squander it in self-pity and remorse?”

As you stood in the presence of the ancient goddess, grappling with the heaviness of your sins and the daunting task ahead, a brilliant light had all of a sudden illuminated the space around you. From the heart of this radiant glow emerged the figure of Archangel Raphael, his presence heralded by a chorus of angelical voices and the stirring of celestial winds.

Clad in robes that seemed to shimmer with the intensity of celestial light, Archangel Raphael's presence commanded attention, his wings unfurled behind him in a display of resolute authority. If Goddess Fortuna was intimidating, the archangel was fearsome all the more. His gaze, intense and penetrating, swept over you with a gravity that left no room for evasion or deceit.

“Empress of Caelum,” he spoke, his tone firm and unyielding, and his voice carrying a billion years of heavenly existence, “You stand accused of grievous sins, crimes that have shaken the very foundations of your empire and brought suffering upon your people.”

There was no trace of softness in Archangel Raphael's demeanor, no room for mercy in the face of wrongdoing. His presence was a testament to the uncompromising nature of divine justice, his strictness a reflection of the solemn duty entrusted to him as an Archangel of the Almighty. This, no doubt, was the face of a true and formidable executor of justice.

And you, the subject, had angered the divine beings that guarded the Caelan Empire, so much so that God himself sent the goddess of the land and one of his archangels to mitigate your rightful punishment.

“By the decree of the Almighty, you are granted a second chance to amend your sins and redeem your soul. You shall return to the mortal realm, to live your life anew and correct the sins that have stained your soul.”

“Should you fail to rectify your past transgressions, should you stray from the path of righteousness and succumb once more to the temptations of darkness, know that the consequences shall be severe and eternal.”

“For those who squander the gift of divine mercy shall be cast into the deepest depths of hell, where they shall endure a punishment of unending torment and suffering.”

In the presence of Archangel Raphael and Goddess Fortuna’s equally stern gazes, you were keenly aware of the magnitude of your transgressions and the severity of the judgment that awaited you. But even as you trembled beneath the weight of their scrutiny, you knew that their presence also offered you the opportunity for redemption, with your only task to prove yourself worthy of divine mercy.

Indeed, it was by your very hands that hundreds and thousands of Christian souls shed their blood. Innocent lives, both young and old, were cruelly taken at your command. The citizens of Caelum who fell sick from the spread of the plague. The esteemed Caelan advisors of your husband’s primogenitors, skinned alive and speared in pikes by the Tiber River. The wrongly accused maid who suffered the indignity of serving your husband, paraded unclothed through the streets and subjected to the brutality of the pear of anguish. The gallant and dignified knight, tortured mentally and physically in the atrocious dungeon. Now, you find yourself thrust back into the horrors of your former life ten years hence. A life of a noble lady who ought not to be blinded by her destructive love for the empire’s crown prince. 

Yet, could you truly navigate this life without ascending to the position as his empress?

As you tried to commune with the divine beings afore you, a haze in your vision transported you away from the heavenly space, realizing that you were already drawn back into the reality of your chamber, inhabiting the youthful frame of a twenty-year-old daughter of a duke. You found yourself too astonished to move, too shaken to speak, and too afraid to take any action in this new lease of life blessed upon you. At that very moment, your state of reverie was disrupted at the arrival of your maid, who entered your chamber in a humble servant garb.

Milena. The maid whose life was cut short by your hand in your past existence due to petty thievery. “My lady,” she spoke with a hint of respect and urgency, unaware of the ill-fate you had given her in your past life, “A visitor has arrived at the gates and requests an audience with you. Shall I show them in?” 

Too soon? Need it truly be so soon to engage with the people from your past life immediately after awakening to your old, yet younger body? Gazing upon your maid through the mirror, you asked, “Who is that intruder you speak of?” 

She bowed her head, her stance shifting into one of apologetic deference. The way she firmly stood by your door was a message to you that the intruder was not someone you could easily reject the presence of.

“The visitor is His Highness, Crown Prince Satoru.” 

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#series: lltv #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk royal au #slow updates bc sy is prio #i will not write this in archaic english anymore ITS HARD AF #but i had to put this out there so i can remind myself to write it *sobs* #might just write this on the side