#wcrryforher

[mohiican]

»     @wcrryforher , x .

A FAINT SMILE reflects on stoic features , diminishing as quickly as it appears , a small notion in response to the compliment received . & dark eyes fall to the basket she’s carrying in her arms , motioning towards before asking .     “   do you need HELP ?   ”    

[ofashesiisms-archive-blog]

wcrryforher - [x]

     “I can imagine that being troublesome, not finding your place in a big group. But I’m sure you have a friend at least, right? I may feel out of place, yet I’ve always had good friends by my side.”

[the-boy-wcnder]

💀//I'm already crying for sending this in

Send ‘💀 ’ To Be Invited To My Muse’s Funeral.

It was the day of the funeral and nightwing was wearing almost all black except a blue tie. He didn’t wear his mask that day but he did have some sunglasses on. He walked up to the casket and took off his glasses revealing his blue eyes that started to water up. “I-I….I’m so sorry, I should’ve been there to protect you.” He said with a shaky breath he wiped a tear away as he looked down at her. There were bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep the past few days. Grayson took a deep breath, “well I guess this is goodbye.” He placed his hand on the casket before turning around and did his best to not breakdown right then and there.

After the funeral was over, he went to go talk to her family and her closest friends giving them hugs and apologizing to them. He explained who he was and what he does as a job. After all of that he went home, he sat there on the couch just sitting there as tears started to form up. That was when a few whimpers came out, he then busted into tears and started crying. He sat there crying until he eventually was to exhausted to continue crying and fell asleep for an hour or two. That day he felt so empty on the inside and he didn’t leave his house for two to three days, completely ignoring his job as a hero. 

[liilacwood]

@wcrryforher | Continued from here.

The unicorn   s t a r e s   at the woman, head cocking gently as she takes in the reply; it isn’t as if this is the   f i r s t   time that a human has reacted in this manner the first time it hears her speak. But still, the unicorn never gets   a c c u s t o m e d   to it. Humans are such silly,   s t r a n g e   things------she forgets that they have forgotten her. That she has been   f o r g o t t e n   for generations. “Does it matter? You will be well if you rest.” The slender, seashell horn brushes a bronzed brow------gentle and u n h u r r i e d   as the incoming of the tide.

[undyingmother]

@wcrryforher​ continued

“You talk as if–you really want to kill the human spirit.”

“Let’s just say, in the past, I’ve tried.” Gothel admitted. Not that she would ever go into true detail. “Most, actually, are generally easy to kill. But not this person’s. Theirs was so strong that I think it actually broke mine.”