#sad reality

[swiftiesdestiel]

[mydarkawaits]

and he just watched her burning with his love

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It breaks my heart knowing there are so many beautiful souls out there questioning their worth because someone they loved made them feel unloveable.

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𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓,

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.

[lanaknowsitried0]

[chuu-wanny]

Want to write something cute for my lesbian bloodymary, so I thought a fanfic where in erid Simone and Grace make videos to send to earth for Grace's family ( Colt + Courtland)

The eridians made a new spaceship that can travel to earth in 5 years, although humans can not survive this, a drive containing media could.

So, the spaceship would carry a drive containing Grace's studies about eridians, Erid, mutation of tamoeuba, mutation of astrophage, time travel, and the possibility of multiverse.

And another drive telling about her silly life with Rocky, Adrian, and Simone.

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So this is all too cute and stuff, but I was thinking that humans can be very evil towards Eridians' specialty if Grace's send information about their weaknesses. So I got sad because I hate when cool science is used for evil :(

I would love to study about eridians with a Grace online class

[ilithfleur]

“𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝑦．．“ 𝑇𝑂𝐽𝐼 𝐹𝑈𝑆𝐻𝐼𝐺𝑈𝑅𝑂 〔伏黒甚爾〕

✉️𓂅 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋! “ Idk, I DONT KNOWWWWUH. My hormones are all over the place and I was really feeling for Toji when I wrote this. He really is a weeping boy in a scarred man’s body and that hurts me on a spiritual level. I took this personal and even cried. 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽 @/𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 for the blue divider.“

“…….akin to glass.” You whisper.

His heart, glass, fragile, hollow. Not from apathy, no, but from neglect—it's cradled in your palms with a gentleness that makes a huge lump form in his throat. The scarred and even scared man behind you hugs you tight, forehead pressing in between your shoulder blades. The air is like feathers in this foreign place. White, tranquil, but charged with emotions he’s spent years trying to suppress.

It feels like every responsibility and worry he’s ever had is weighed deep on his shoulders, though. It’s a heavy, withering sensation in his whole body. He doesn’t let you go.

He remains silent. There’s something in his eyes that he refuses to acknowledge, wet, full of meaning in every salty droplet. And you don’t pressure him to speak. You just hold it, that glass heart, so thin, so big, so fragile. Almost as if one gentle caress could break it. And he’s been carrying it all his life, before he was even old enough to understand.

Hope, for a family, for a life like normal. Fear, for what was to come of the one son born unto it. Happiness all fleeting. And sadness, a great one only described as forlorn. Your own heart cracks in feeling as empathy flows through your veins, the pain he’s suffered and is suffering washes over you gently, but it still gives the same answer.

His tears, they’re silent. They roll down that scar on his lip, the one he’s had for as long as he can remember, a staple of just how bad jujutsu, life and the Zen’In clan had treated him.

The light of you is his last hope in this darkness. Eternal, undenied darkness.

“Your heart is close to shatter, akin to glass…” you repeat. His warmth becomes tiny as his current body dissipates into a younger version of himself, still hugging you. But this time shaking, written with fear and confusion. Not even anger. “Why did they treat me that way?” His smaller voice asks. How do you answer that child’s question? He doesn’t understand why cursed energy should be what determines if he’s loved or not.

His smaller body is cold, cut, bruised. His tinier arms hug you as tight as they can. In this otherworldly space it doesn’t harm you, but the pressure tell many a story from the past. “Because they are cruel.” Your answer is blunt, but what else do you say? There isn’t a way to fabricate a lie for this any more.

“Why couldn’t I be loved? I’m cold. So cold, and hungry, and I’m scared, and I want my mom.” The words of all the emotions and feelings he hadn’t been able to express in life were pouring out of him like a forceful stream of water. “That look on her face was scary. It was dark, I don’t know why…do you think she ever loved me?” He asked, another question, another painful answer.

“Yes..I think she always did. Just…not with them around.”

A sob slips past the surface, this time it’s the older him. That glass heart beats in your hands, it’s like it hurts. It does hurt, he’s hurting inside, but he always looks like he’s okay. He never truly is. Addiction, coping, depression…it’s all filling his fractured heart, you watch the spectacle, it’s filling his heart in the color of black and red, still spilling through the cracks, but it never stops.

He weeps against your shoulder blades and your expression is solemn. Not a word, just silent breaths amidst his echoing tears. You can’t see his face, nor does he want you to. He just wants your comfort and warmth, and you’re happy to give it to him. Your heart is broken for the truth of his past but you let him cry without another word, because there’s nothing more you can give him but a shoulder let all his pent up tears flow upon.

Akin to glass, full and distraught. His soul weeps, forever alone and swallowed with fear. Don’t shatter him or the little boy inside, the small bits of hope are all he has left.

[jolene-72]

She finally got the happy ending she was waiting for, though she's lying on the floor without a heartbeat. She's happy somewhere else.