Standing at one of the railings of the Silver Sun, Imogen wishes to whatever god can hear her that a barrage of stray bullets from the crawlers chasing them down would fly up and lay her to rest. That’s as wishful as she’ll allow her thinking to get at the moment. White-knuckled and short of breath, she peers through the clouds and searches for an answer.

Orym recognizes that tension in her jaw, the sudden way in which the mountainous presence of Imogen crumbles into the visage of a helpless young woman, a way-finder without her north star.

He doesn’t know how she knows, but she does. Before his footfalls get close enough to echo within her ears, Imogen’s head turns, falling tiredly in acknowledgement. She stands, eyes despondent, as he approaches. He reaches an assured hand out to rest upon her clammy one and she lets out a shaky, guilt-riddled sob.

    “I- I’m sorry, Orym, I can’t-” Her eyes screw shut, her neck swivels away with a worrying speed he hadn’t known she possessed. Imogen grabs the side of her head and grits her teeth, fingernails digging into her skin, before she stills once again and shakes herself from her stupor. She laughs a mirthless laugh.

“I can’t do this,” she begins choking out, “I’m sorry, I can’t stand here and pretend like I don’t look at you and see her heart beating in your chest,” at that, it’s Orym’s turn to release a startled noised, guilt-ridden in turn. Before the breath fully leaves him, she’s apologizing. “No, no, no, Orym, I’m sorry, I-'' She shakes her head once more, rattling whatever thoughts she has away from the forefront of her mind. “No, I’m sorry, I’m hurting, you didn’t deserve that… I didn’t mean it.” Orym knew that, and, god, did he know more than anyone about placing blame.

    “Y’know,” he starts slowly, “The day after- When we had to pick up the pieces after the attack, I lashed out at anyone I could,” Imogen’s eyes shift, almost imperceivable, to his shoulder, before traveling back to whatever spot she’d decided would keep her interest as she listened. “Every soldier who’d fought by my side, my mentors- the Tempest, my sword master- I blamed them all. For days, months, I dunno, I couldn’t look at any of them the same way… I looked at them and saw Will’s shadow… every single time.”

    “A-And I love Zephrah, I love my home. I would give my life for my home… I couldn’t bear to see the streets without him traveling on them. I hated it. I hated everyone that I could blame.” Still, she doesn’t look at him. Her face would be the perfect case study on impassivity if it weren’t for the tears welling up in - and brightening - her eyes.

“And where did that hatred settle, Orym?”

“Where’d you think?” Their gazes finally meet in one contentious moment as they feel the twin flame of self-hatred in their hearts char them black as night. Imogen tears her eyes away.

“I-We know what she means to you.”

    She practically wails, kneeling on the deck and clutching to the fabric atop her heart as if trying to make room for the ache wrenching it apart. “Fuck, Orym, I don’t even know what she means to me.” He follows her movements to the floor without a second thought and kneels by her side, a sentinel in wait, as waves of her grief threaten to drown her.

“Trust us- Ashton and I- trust that we’ll give you the time to figure that out, okay?” She’s unable to respond as the sobs wrack her body, shaking her frame with heaving cries he’d only heard himself make before.

“We cannot lose you right now Imogen. Make sure she has someone to return to.”

damn its like the whole dash is in a "whose embraced sucked the most ass" competition...

well my entry is that i got fucking eaten alive first

willingly, but still,

10/10 Most Painful Experience Ever (Not How I Would Like To Have A Lady Fuck Up My Guts)

There is no heartache that a sister can’t solve

This is Hatchetfield, People go missing everyday!

don't listen to ttpd because once you start relating it to your life it's so over

GOD YOU GUYS . WHAT AN EPISODE !!!!!

ooh, let the light in at your back door yelling 'cause i wanna come in ooh, turn your light on look at us, you and i, back at it again

until next time.... stay fresh [plain text: until next time.... stay fresh]

I MISS HER

I am biting anyone that takes Tashi out of the throuple of doom and say that the guys only actually love each other and not her, or would've been better off without her or whatever.

Just say you can't conceive being in love with more than one person at the same time and move on, because that movie was not for you.

come home babygirl I miss you </3

Men DNI

oh it was so cool to see that jaiden started streaming again yesterday! i couldn't watch it but im super excited to do so today and I hope qjaiden returns soon and haha what do you mean qjaiden is dead

when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig

— doc dad levi anon

SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).

Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).

(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).

godddddd i need to make a marionette someday. so bad. and it could be a little clown

do you think the abyss healed Childe’s scars?

realistically I know it’s stupid graphics & model “limitations”

But do you think his skin looks as normal as it did before he fell.

Cause when they’re hit, an abyss monster.

They disintegrate.

Do you think Ajax’s scars healed like that? In the abyss? After it, too?

Do you think they burned? Or was it numb, as the darkened skin faded away with little, yellow, glowing particles?

That he has no evidence of his suffering for those three months in hell (and his only companion’s silence) but dull eyes no one wants to look at?

Callouses on his hands and feet that no one pays attention to? Takes care of?

That he shows his prowess and uncanniness and abyssal hunger because that’s the only way how? Yes. he is hungry and wants a fight. Look at him. He’s off. Broken now.

Look at him.

Please.

she’s impervious, she cannot be perved ~ ❣️

drusilla blackthorn – a mf legend