#she'll understand

[gayforgod]

guess who just wrote their final essay on 911 and buddie

[lured-into-wonderland]

As neither of them knew the nature of the ‘contract’ that summoned him to the mortal realm, Shugarl wasn’t one to take unnecessary risks. An assassin had made their way into the castle and there lay in wait a Shinigami that they couldn’t see. Only those contracted to him or those he allows to see him were able to bare witness to his visage.

Without knowing what had killed them, the assassin dropped to the ground with very little sound. With a beating heart clasped firmly in hand, Shugarl wraps a handkerchief around it and tosses it aside before he wipes the blood off his hand.

The heart was tossed unceremoniously onto Nunnally’s bed. This felt more fitting for a Demon, wouldn’t you agree? Bored, Shugarl leaves through the window to admire the moon from a higher vantage point.

Something wrapped in the handkerchief on her bed? The princess is interested. Excited even. Has Shugarl finally decided to give her something…? A present in return? For the White Day? Though the gift looks suspicious… Is that blood on the handkerchief…? But that doesn't stop Nunnally. Although perhaps it should. She opens the present (yes, she still thinks it is what the packages is), and sees…

…Nunnally screams…

…one time…and then again and again…

“Is that a…heart…!?” – she feels a knot forming in her stomach; whatever that is now is tossed on the floor. Nunnally's hands are red...

Nunnally starts to shiver. Frantically. Her breaths are quick and shallow. Perhaps she should have guessed this is a present from a certain demon, but this possibility doesn't come to her mind. Not now anyway.

She wouldn’t expect him to simply leave something…like that on her bed.

Her chambers are soon filled with guards, and soldiers, and she is being temporarily placed in another part of the palace. Guarded. She is frightened. The princess wonders ‘who’ and ‘why’ is trying to send her a message. Tears roll down her cheeks; what has she done? Yes, she is aware that might have happened anytime in her life. In theory she has been prepared, but in reality…?

…in reality she is curled behind the big bed in her new bedroom; the curtains drawn. It’s dark. No lights. She doesn’t want it. Her slender body is shaking in the silent sobs. Why does she feel like a hunted animal?

And where is Shugarl? She’s not sure why she thinks about him? He’s a demon that doesn’t really want to have anything to do with her. But, somehow, she’d feel safer if he were here with her. Probably he could protect her. But would he? Wouldn’t her death end their weird bond and he’d be free to go back to…to wherever he belongs…?

She is so lonely. Protected. But always lonely. She should probably call her maids. Take a bath. Clean her face. Show the brave princess to the world. She’ll do it. Surely, but just in a few moments. She just needs a few more moments to gather her courage back. Nunnally knows that. She is not ready. But she will soon be.

She has to. SHE HAS TO.

@mathlovershugarl

[depressedandasian]

Breaking up with Karlach... call that a Tie-fling

[mikefrawley]

The Song of the Wind

Our days bring change loved ones are taken ofttimes long  before we’re ready though all the same in these days we too find  beautiful moments when the wind sweetly serenades reminding us it’s good to be alive shall we join in shall we try perhaps in this one moment we can fly we may cry as well but still let us remember the song of the wind 

[naralanis]

My dad just before we moved to the US: We're going to a first-world country. To civilization. To less violence. To opportunities!

My dad now: I am so sorry.

[liightmyfiire]

she’s  fresh  out  of  her  music  room ,  a  pencil  still  in  hand  that  she  honestly  didn’t  even  know  she  was  still holding ,  on  her  way  back  to  her  &  lunas  room .  there’s  every  attempt  seem  as  sober  as  possible ,  even  though  at  the  very  sight  of  her  you  could  probably  smell  the  alcohol .     ‘ good  evening . ’     she  very  rarely  speaks  english  to  yuna ,  they  were  both  pretty  bad  at  the  language ,  but  it  was  but  a  simple  phrase ,  one  that  came  out  without  even  thinking .     ‘ you  are  doing  good ? ’     totally  inconspicuous .  would  not  suspect  a  thing .  she  doesn’t  even  let  the  older  girl  respond  before  giving  her  a  thumbs  up  &  a  big  smile .     ‘ very  good . ’     did  she  just  answer  her  own  question ?  she  makes  her  way  over  to  the  other  girl  --  slowly ,  totally  not  almost  ready  to  trip  over  her  own  feet  --  before  plopping  herself  down  on  the  couch  next  to  her ,  her  head  now  resting  comfortably  against  yunas  shoulder  with  a  content  hum .     ‘ [  can  you  make  me  chicken ? ] ’     |     @kangyunas

[tea-and-cats-and-books]

Wow that letter was beautiful 😍😍😍😍

[cherrylaine]

Actual footage from @goneenemy‘s funeral.