#and y'all can suffer with me

[samstree]

“I never…” Geralt’s voice is deep with the promise of sleep. “I never tell you enough.”

“Hmm?”

The forest is shimmering with moonlight when Jaskier cracks open his eyes. Geralt is watching him closely, something soft in his expression. They press together on the small bedroll, knees touching, face to face, breaths settled in the quietness of the night.

“How lucky I am,” Geralt adds. “With you. To have you. I don’t tell you enough.”

“Oh,” Jaskier breathes, catching the hint of guilt in Geralt’s voice. “It’s alright.”

“It’s not.”

“Hey.” Jaskier finds Geralt’s hand, squeezes in reassurance. He never wants Geralt’s guilt, not when he carries too much of it already. “None of that. Not with me.”

Geralt sighs softly. “See? Too lucky, perhaps. More than I deserve. I just hope…” he pauses, tentative, “that I’m not too late.”

Moonlight threads between the leaves, catching on Geralt’s hair. Hope shines in his eyes when he looks at Jaskier.

He leans forward, tugging Jaskier’s hand to his lips, and kisses his fingers. One kiss leads to another, on the back of his hand, on his wrist, and then…

“Geralt?”

Jaskier’s breath hitches when Geralt presses a kiss on his forehead, affection clear in the way he hides a tiny smile there.

“I’m not too late, am I?”

Their lips brush against each other’s, breaths mixing. Geralt stops there, lingering, waiting, sweet and kind.

Oh, but he is.

He is too late.

Jaskier pulls away, just a little bit, but it took the strength to move between worlds. Their eyes meet, and for once in a poet’s long life, no words are needed.

This should hurt, Jaskier thinks, when Geralt realizes his answer and that smile fades. It does hurt, deep in his chest, an ache that wouldn’t let up for twenty years.

It still won’t let up, the unfairness of it all.

“Oh.” Geralt retreats, letting go of Jaskier’s hand. “I am.”

Something within Jaskier shudders. “Yeah.”

“I see.”

Coldness surrounds him when Geralt pulls away, turning his back. Jaskier sleeps under the silvery moonlight, fingers still touching his lips.

He dreams of the hope in Geralt’s eyes.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #angst #hurt no comfort #background radskier #i don't know how to tag this #anyway #i have chosen pain #and y'all can suffer with me #s3 spoilers #sort of #the witcher season 3 #post season 3

[bluespiritshonour]

here's 18-19 year old aang sketches. been hearing aang is ugly discourse—no he ain't. he was just 12.

#i really wanted to take part in zukaang bingo but the urge to art struck me a little later #i still might make something else later #enough art for now #i'd try to participate in maiko week but i'm not sure #it's smack in the middle of end semester exams #ink blot #avatar fanart #avatar the last airbender #atla #artists on tumblr #fanart #avatar aang #why did i never use the pencil brush before?!?! i seriously have a personality flaw where i just don't explore stuff. #can you believe i've been using the same fucking brush for lineart ever since i started digital art? #anyways! i don't know how the pencil brush would feel like if i go for colours but this is impeccable. #I have more control over stuff and i love the result #so #i have promised myself i'd be fucking off this hellsite because i have a huge backlog of work that needs to be done #and i'm presently suffering from “can't help but art”. so #yeah. y'all would probably see me around maiko week. byeee! #if i deprive myself of drawing for too long it bursts out of me like this where i do nothing but draw #not healthy at all

[webshood]

making Dick's character be all about hooking up, cheating, being aggressive (angry Robin), using drugs and sexualizing him, while using the excuse that you're trying to escape the "eldest daughter" and "therapist" tropes, is not only disgusting, but racist too

y'all love to claim Dick's rroma heritage, but refuse to research about it and fail to recognize the racism and stereotyping you commit

#don't even get me started on the overuse of the g-slur to have dick suffering from a superficial textbook racism #so his white brother (looking at y'all Tim stans) can be praised for being a white saviour #some jason stans are guilty of it too with the redirection of the angry robin role #they're not “angry” they're traumatized children with PTSD #nightwing #robin dc #dick grayson

[jennycalendar]

in homecoming (3x05), willow references the song playing in the bronze as a song oz wrote for her. this is that song. ♥

special shoutout to @via-whitmore who legally i must tag in all oz content always.

#fanvideo #btvs #willoz #if u saw this go up: no u didn't. it's on the right channel NOW though #but most to all of this is really just. like. can y'all fucking believe this is a song oz wrote for willow #this is high god damn romance #everyone needs to know about it. i need other people to suffer with me #Youtube

[devildom-moss]

Roses for You (8)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Eight Roses - Diavolo

Word Count: +900

Gratitude / Support

“MC,” Diavolo greeted you at the castle door with a huge puppy-energy grin, “come on in.”

“Oh, Diavolo, where’s Barbatos? Doesn’t he usually answer the door?”

“He’s at the market with Simeon. Besides, aren’t you happy to see me?” A pout sat on Diavolo’s lips.

“Of course, I am. I came here because you asked me to; of course, I was looking forward to seeing you. I was just a bit surprised, that’s all.”

Diavolo took your hands in both of his and flashed that sweet, princely smile of his. “Allow me to surprise you again. Will you come to my room with me?”

He awaited the slight nod of your head as if he thought rejection was a possibility. At times, it was unfair that Diavolo’s personality and his status made him so difficult to say “no” to. Fortunately for you, what Diavolo craved – second only to his desire for peace between the three realms – was your happiness. It was easy to indulge him without a second thought. Even though you had no clue what awaited you behind his bedroom door – although given the rose antics of late, you had some clue – you trusted Diavolo entirely.

When you got to his door, Diavolo turned and asked you to close your eyes. You obliged, and with one hand firmly on your back, Diavolo guided you safely into the room. His touch left you slowly with a small squeeze to your side: a signal for you to stand still. The absence was followed by the soft thud of the door closing behind you and some indeterminate noises.

“Should I be concerned?” you asked the entire room, certain that Diavolo was somewhere in there with you.

“Open your eyes, MC.”

Diavolo was on one knee before you, holding out a bouquet of eight roses – four peach and four lavender – in a black anatomical heart vase. As he looked up at you, the sweetness in his gaze was overwhelming – like light brown sugar and honey. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared back, trapped in that sweetness.

A blush grew on Diavolo’s cheeks, suddenly flustered by your speechlessness. His confidence faltered momentarily, and he wondered if the message was unclear. Perhaps you would appreciate the words from his lips more than soft petals and pale colors. Without a second more of hesitation, he spoke: “I’m certain I’ve made it clear how much I adore you by now, but I need you to understand something else: I’m indefinitely grateful to you. All your hard work and support is more than I could have hoped for. You’ve brought so much joy into my life, and I need you to stay by my side. I know I have ambitious goals, and you’re often put in difficult situations because of me, but I couldn’t do this without you. Your presence only encourages me. You’ve charmed me – body and soul – and I’m eternally thankful for all of it. So, thank you, and please let me support you, too.”

Eight roses symbolized his gratitude and support. Peach was also a sign of thanks and appreciation, strengthening the message. Lavender signified his enchantment. Perhaps four of each color implied the lasting, steady nature of those feelings. All of it was stemming up from the heart. You meant so much to the future King of the Devildom. As loved as you were, in that moment, to be appreciated so deeply was worth more than any love you had known before. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill.

Diavolo noticed and got to his feet, quickly engulfing you in his arms. He held you securely, and that was all you needed to allow a few tears to drip onto his shoulders. In a feeble voice, you whispered against his body, “Thank you.”

“That’s my line,” Diavolo teased and pulled away. He gave you a smile before placing a kiss on your right cheek. Then, the left. He kissed the corner just below your left eye, savoring the precious sight of you closing that eye and scrunching your nose up at him. He did the same on the other side. He kissed your forehead, the bridge of your nose, both corners of your lips, and finally, once all the anticipation had boiled up, and you were grinning, Diavolo placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

When you kissed him back, you returned the sweetness and intensity tenfold – so much so that Diavolo nearly dropped the vase in his hand from surprise. He chuckled against your kiss. I’m supposed to be the one surprising you, he thought.

Without warning, Diavolo lifted you up with one arm. Startled by the sudden movement, you wrapped yourself around him. He walked you towards his bed where he promptly set the vase down on his bedside table. His newly free hand supported your back firmly. You expected him to set you down, too, but he continued to hold you up.

Carefully, you pulled away from him slightly. There was a mischievous look on his face. “Diavolo?”

“We still have a while before Barbatos returns.” Diavolo smirked, running his tongue along one of his canine teeth.

“And?” you teased, knowing full well what that glint in his eyes implied.

Diavolo set you down softly at the edge of the bed and sank to his knees at your feet. He stared up at you through his lashes. One of his hands ran up your leg and squeezed the top of your thigh gently. “Let me give you a reason to feel grateful, too.”

Lucifer (1) | Mammon (2) | Leviathan (3) | Satan (4) | Asmodeus (5) | Beelzebub (6) | Belphegor (7) | Barbatos (9) | Luke (10) | Simeon (11) | Solomon (12) | Thirteen (13) | Raphael (14) | Mephistopheles (15)

A/N: Woo. We're half-way through, now. I wasn't even sure I was going to get over 500 words with this, and it's somehow the longest one so far. I got really into it. I low-key got too into character and cried on behalf of MC. But I can cry really easily if I just get into character. Oops. Hope you enjoy it~

#diavolo #gn!mc #obey me series #obey me #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo #to be honest this series hasn't been doing that well especially the twins but I'm going to finish it anyway #y'all can suffer my flower language interest until the end of the month

[yandere-daydreams]

diff anon here but the overlap between sorority girls/fanfic readers is SO much bigger than u'd think. like maybe less common in ur stereotypical SEC school southern sororities, but among the rest of the US... i'm sure that number's gotta be close to like 60%. its just probably not smth we'd ever admit to irl LMFAO

that's actually so insane of you guys actually. ig i just mostly engage with theater kids and unhinged queer people who have no shame about admitting they binge x reader dilf smut on the reg and figure y'all are, like, busy getting blonde-brunette ombres or making out with each other or something. might have to take a few days to process this information. woah.

#this is so fucked up actually #also can i formally lodge my sorority complaints with y'all #bc every time i see something about the big/little thing you guys partake in i have do to a full spit take #the kink community got to me before greek life #and i'm suffering for it #personal #anon ask

[karineverse]

#it hurts to much to think people can be even triggered by them... #oh ye forgot to say for who doesn't know: it's about Errorink #I'm so tired of shippers that sexualize Ink or make him extremely feminine JUST FOR ERROR'S PLEASURE #“gay ship” #Error could be into to girls. yep. but making Ink a sexy girl it's just a weird kink if you think that's the only way Error would love him. #and making Ink suffer like it's healthy that Error makes him suffer and that it's love... I'm concerned about y'all #it makes everyone hates the ship and it hurts me so bad #I'm not like them i just want to see them being a normal gay couple that really loves each other #it literally makes me want to cry. #what the fuck is wrong with them... #now I'm not even comfortable to talk about them as much as I wish #karine vents #vent art #kv art #errorink #the worse its that some of my mutuals also hate/don't like/are done with the ship (I'm not mad I'm just sad) #... it fucking hurts

[stellerssong]

ok sorry the OTHER thing about lucienne is like. as previously stated she is dream's handpicked emissary from the waking world to the dreaming she's the diplomat in chief she's the translator she's the bridge. because the dreaming is, in a very real way, dream's own psyche, this is tantamount to giving lucienne a tremendous degree of access to his interiority and by transitive property also tantamount to entering into a deeply emotionally intimate relationship with her (unimportant for the purposes of this post whether that relationship is platonic or romantic).

now, in general, looking at the pattern of dream's close emotional relationships—dream doesn't share himself with people as a rule (beyond the access that all things that live have to the dreaming; but i'm talking about his self here, the one he doesn't like to acknowledge he even has), but when he does share with people, it's with people who have some shadow on the soul, so to speak. just looking at attested relationships in show canon, his deepest emotional connection seems to be with death, who embodies the duality of light and dark even better than he does himself. calliope is the muse of epic poetry—heroism and tragedy—and also bears the sort of divine pride that led her to cut dream off for hundreds or thousands of years when he wronged her. the less said about that other guy, the better, but he's no sunshine-rainbows-unicorns type—he's a soldier of fortune, a bandit and a killer, a man who profits from the sale of human life. even best bird matthew, in comix canon, had a sordid past that will maybe be partially retconned for the show but has still been gestured at.

dream likes the complicated ones. he's drawn to them. they speak to something in him that he won't acknowledge in himself (he has to be Whole, fully integrated, without reservation, because he is the king and he is the dreaming and if the dreaming ain't whole then the universe is in trouble—but he feels that ache nonetheless).

all that is to say: when people try to portray lucienne as dream's Designated Well-Adjusted Neurotypical Friend, i begin to harm and maim.

#chatter #as usual there is a larger pattern of behavior around this post that has been making me crazy for some time #it's the ''holder of the braincell'' trope but it's also just like the flattening of female characters of color in every possible dimension #so many people are terrified. TERRIFIED. to imagine a woman of color's pain #because the demands of shallow progressivism are such that they require you to acknowledge that A Black Woman Has Suffered More #Than Anyone Else Ever In The History Of The World Ever; Because Of Racism #but the demands of wider fandom are such that they require you to buy into the concept that A White Man's Suffering #Is The Only Suffering Worthy Of Care Attention Or Interest. #can't handle the dichotomy so instead they create the imago of a Black woman who has never suffered anything ever #she cannot be mentally ill; she cannot be disabled; if she is queer then it is in a way that is wholly self-contained and complete #and not ambiguous or in flux in any way; and most important of ALL she can never have experienced racism. #because racism As We Know is the worst form of suffering. so if she'd suffered racism then that would make her more worthy of #compassion than White Guy No. 37. which must not be #the very idea that lucienne is simply at peace with herself and the dreaming with no further complication.......like! #WOMEN OF COLOR ARE NEVER AFFORDED THAT KIND OF CERTAINTY. ARE YOU STUPID. #and by the way being reserved/calm/unassuming/practical are NOT absolute indicators of mental wellness. #y'all can see this when it's a white guy what is your fucking DAMAGE when it comes to women of color. #OPEN YOUR EYES. USE YOUR POWERS OF DEDUCTIVE REASONING. DREAM DIDN'T CHOOSE HER TO BE HIS THERAPIST. #DREAM CHOSE HER BECAUSE; PRESUMABLY; SHE ACHES. SHE CONTRADICTS. SHE GRAPPLES WITH THE SHADOW ON THE MIND. #SOMETHING IN HIM SEES A KINDRED SOUL IN HER. WAKE UP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I am at 59k on this Ninjago fic i swear I'll finish it this month I will work on nothing else I am going to finish this--

#knox rambles #save me y'all every time i sit down to write the last big couple of scenes i end up adding a new unrelated scene instead #I've added like ten new scenes in different places and three new cameos from characters i wasn't going to write and i'm adding another scen #right now right this second I SWEAR I'M GONNA FINISH THIS SCREMS #I keep sending people my wordcount so y'all get to suffer knowing too #definitely splitting this into chapters because my gods #what am i even writing you ask? kai angst #well everyone angst thye all get angst but we're destroying kai right now #told my friend like 90% of the fic and realized i have three major plot points going at once #and they all play an important role to angsting the crap outta kai #only a little extremely confusing #okay i'm stalling i gotta get back to it #its so hard to write with my computer overheating i need to see if i can steal the laptop from my fam #Me: we certainly have been inactive on our blog by the time this is out people are gonna have it show up on their dashboards and go who dis #i KEEP GOING BACK TO RE-WRITE STUFF TO HGKSJLSDFJFKD #OKAY GOING GOING HOPE Y'ALL HAVE A STELLAR FIRE DAY

[vergil-losing-archive]

I want one of those tiny Vergil beans so bad....

#be honest with me how much did y'all pay for it? #and also HOW did you get one #I am suffering #in a month I'll have to take a train everyday to go to school and I want to bring him with me so bad #vergy+ #I need a comfort item that I can hold in my hand

[izloveshorses]

i stayed up late last night to finish playing rdr2 and i have been walking around Crying all morning and i imagine i will be crying for the rest of the day..... idk if they could've made an ending more upsetting and devastating than That

#rdr2 #ps4 #arthur morgan #y'all have to suffer through my gamer girl journey with me okay #but god #i feel like i lost a friend #my husband died in the war :( #don't even look at me i can't talk about it it's fine !!!!!! #i still need to play the epilogue tho #but i'm like so upset i miss arthur so much ashdlkjf idk if i can play if it's not him #something inside my chest has fundamentally changed

[frozenhi-chews]

Remembering the time I tried to look for male covers for my self ships, but couldn't find ones that fit cuz none of them changed the pronouns and all of them came out gay. Like that's not a bad thing, but GOSH I was struggling

I found one for "You Belong With Me," thankfully, but I wanted to find one with "I Won't Say I'm in Love" but all of them just didn't work.

I'm a stickler when it comes to covers, you have to be just as, if not better, than the original singers themselves, and sometimes even using the correct pronouns. (The wrong ones broke my immersion a LOT. It was sad).

Y'all can we start using gender neutral pronouns for covers please? I wanna hear a male "I Won't Say I'm in Love" cover with the same passive aggressiveness as Kaden Mackay's "Your Stupid Face" please

Like I KNOW I can still imagine self ships regardless of singer and such, but sometimes the immersion just doesn't happen and it SUCKS

#also y'all we already have enough gay “i won't say im in love” covers can we PLEASE have skme gender neutral ones? #or just. gender neutral covers in general? #makes it easier for everyone #i was LUCKY to find that one cover #and i did find a IWSIIL cover that used she/her pronouns but it just didnt click for me. and that SUCKED as well #which is why i also need the singing to be GOOD #im a choir kid i cant help it #the cake doth speak #im not saying the gay covers are bad im just saying theres a LOT and im suffering over here with broken immersion #like honey i WANTED to look over those aspects but i just COULDNT

[jula483]

6 years between those two pics. SIX.

x / x

#link neal #comparison #link without glasses #as you can see i like to inflict pain on myself and that's how i do it #and y'all are gonna suffer with me #6 years is CRAZY #he was so pretty then and he is jist as pretty now #🥺 #and the only thing that basically changed is his hair color and length #that's it #my gosh #i love this man so much #my post

[max13l]

finding out there is a song by sleeping at last called 'three' with these lyrics. like ouch.

#my heart hurts #do i use the tag for this? #i will so y'all can suffer with me #daniel ricciardo

[brobotsbro]

post tfp movie where the Autobots are trying to rebuild Cybertron when some new bullshit arises they need to beat and then, unexpectedly, Megatron shows up from wherever he fucked off to at the end of the film and starts like, helping them out but he's like SUPER obviously begrudging about it and they're like.

Autobots: Why are you doing this. Why the fuck do you care.

Megatron: I am being haunted.

Autobots: ....by ..your sins....??

Megatron, through gritted teeth: no.

Ghost Optimus, who has recently graduated from Annoying Talking Ghost to Annoying Rock Throwing Ghost:

#i just personally love the idea of ghost optimus bullying megatron into cleaning up the mess he helped make #I AINT GET NO PEACE CAUSE OF Y'ALL. YALL NOT GONNA GET NO PEACE CAUSE OF ME. #also judging by the tv show i have also not watched where op is actually a ghost. bumblebee can see ghosts #so im also imagining everyone being like ok megatron has finally cracked his crock but hes not like attacking us so we will accept his help #albeit with one eye open and never turning their backs #except then bee gets back from Wherever he was for plot reasons and is like. #should i tell anyone hes telling the truth or let him suffer #optimus to bee: let him suffer

[tiddykittylikesskittles]

ROCK N ROLL!

#marty mcfly #back to the future #bttf #bttf fanart #this is the first time I've ever done fan art if you can believe it #working with a reference image makes me a perfectionist little bitch which is EXHAUSTING #but if i don't use a reference image the finished piece does not look like the character #I suffered my perfectionism for y'all