#tw implied suicide attempt

[factual-fantasy]

Okay so I did some research on Seam and realized that it would be a crime to not add him to my AU in someway where him and Jevil reconcile and they escape to the multiverse together and are free and they're best friends and- 😭😭😭

I had a dark story all thought up for this but half way through drawing I changed the story so this isn't really canon anymore?? Or it might be idk- my Deltarune AU is only a few days into development so its constantly changing <XDD Sorry-

If anyone's interested in the story I've got it below the Keep reading :}} (Fair warning, its rather dark and disturbing..)

TLDR: This story is super dark and interesting to me but it might not be canon XD

ANYWAYS! The story behind this was Jevil and Seam come from a very dark and corrupt AU. Ruled by an even darker and wicked King (Lancers dad). In this AU they were Kings royal Magician and Jester as per usual. They were best friends though and preformed these beautiful displays of magic together. Side by side, hand in hand. They were best friends for years and always dreamed of one day running away together and finding a safe place to live.

Eventually Jevil met someone. Someone who spoke of a way to leave this place. They spoke of walking through your own reflection. And if done right, one could leave their AU entirely.. Jevil believed them out of desperation and tried to tell Seam about it. Seam thought Jevil was losing his mind. Walking through your own reflection? That makes no sense..

King caught wind of them plotting to escape. And as punishment to both of them he commanded Seam to lock Jevil away using his own magic.

In Seams eyes, Jevil was his best friend. His brother, the only thing in this world that he could trust. But he was more afraid of what King would do to him or Jevil for disobeying him, then he was willing to stand up against him. So while believing Jevil was sick in the head and needed help, he acted out of cowardice and sealed Jevil away..

I'm thinking that eventually sometime later, Jevil is able to escape through his own reflection. A mirror. And either he goes back and sees Seam dressed in these beautiful robes and thinks "well the king must be treating him well. Guess I'll just leave him to reap the benefits of betraying me.. >:(" And leaves with a bitter heart. THAT, or he just left. Never going back to check on Seam or see if King was treating him well or not.

So the AU continues. With Jevil traveling from world to world, meeting new people and learning new things.. When eventually he's with the whole gang and they're all sitting in a restaurant or something.

When Jevil suddenly feels this overwhelming sense of doom. Something horrible is about to happen to Seam. He just knows it, its in his bones. Deep within his soul he can feel it. He knows- he needs to save him.

He falls back out of his chair into a mirror and heads straight for his old AU. Showing up just in time to stop Seam from.. well..

They end up talking. Turns out that after Jevil was imprisoned, Seam tried to sneak down to the basement and visit him. He wanted to apologize for imprisoning him and explain himself- but he was caught by King.

"I just wanted to see him!"

"For that I will take your eye."

"NO! Please don't take my eye!!"

"For talking back, I will take your voice too."

King took Seams eye and stitched his mouth shut. He could still talk but not very well. To make things worse, when Jevil escaped? Seam thought he had died. Why wouldn't he? His magical barrier was never broken and Jevil was gone. Surly he must have died somehow.. Meanwhile everyone else was under the impression that Seam let Jevil escape because they were friends.

Seam then suffered greatly for years as punishment for "letting Jevil escape". He was bound by these magical chains made by King. He was abused for years and at this point he had enough. But before he could do anything rash.. Jevil returned.

Jevil then felt the sinking horror realizing that he left Seam alone in this world to be abused by King. He abandoned him. After all those years of promising to one day run away together..

Seam betrayed Jevil, and Jevil abandoned Seam.

After realizing all of this and having a long emotional talk. Seam and Jevil deeply apologized to the other, and forgave each other. Marking the beginning of their new friendship. And despite Seam feeling like he doesn't deserve freedom, he agreed to run away with Jevil and finally be free with him.

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Now this story is super cool and morbid and all but now I'm questioning the story and wether or not I want it to be canon <XD

I have some other ideas that I really like too and this one is just a biiiiit dark... ish. I mean I've made worse- but idk I guess this one just has a bad taste to it..

I also like the idea that Seam has been with Jevil this whole time and was the first person he saved. Which motivated him to try and save other people and give them the same freedom that he gave to Seam. But then that would change the Grillby fight and Spamton situation a bit and also maybe effect the Goner kid situation- GAH!! I'll figure it out eventually- <XDD

I hope this wasn't too hard to stomach and if you read all the way through I thank you :}} 💖

#deltarune #jevil #seam deltarune #jevil and seam #tw mentions of abuse #tw suicide attempt #tw needles #tw implied suicide attempt #I know this thing is pretty messed up- if there are any tags that I should add PLEASE lmk #I don't wanna upset anyone but I'm really bad at tagging things-

[luneariann]

I went through the five stages of grief making this but it’s FINISHED HUZZAHHHH

As you can see…. I struggled, special thanks to my beloved friend @caelanglang for giving me advice on this thing cuz without them I would’ve given up 🫶

#bsd #skk #chuuya #dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fanart #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara fanart #soukoku #tw implied suicide attempt #tw suicide attempt #soukoku angst #skk fanart #teen skk #skk angst #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya fanart #bungou stray dogs dazai

[rowiewritesstuff]

Yandere tfp smokescreen; nb tradesman reader? (And/or, separately) yandere soundwave x recovering s*lf h*rm addict?

Your yandere writing is one of a kind!

Yandere Soundwave X S*lfh*rm Reader

MASSIVE TW: S*lfh*rm and Su*c*d* Mentions. Probably the most fucked up of all the ones I’ve written so far. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! THX BABES

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You're not alone <3

You had been with Soundwave for a long while. He had taken you as a ‘pet’ because he’d found you interesting. He’s steadily grown to care about you over the time he’d held you captive.

You had often tried to escape the Nemesis. You had tried to leave the Nemesis when it was docked one time. He had caught you pretty quickly because of the security cameras throughout the Nemesis.

The next attempt, you jumped onto a flying Vehicon. The Vehicon obviously returned you right to the terrifying TIC, in fear of consequences. 

The next time, you made friends with a Vehicon. At first, you were just using them- but soon you actually began to care for ST3V3. You even called her Steve. Soundwave knew about your friendship, and allowed it. He was glad he didn’t have to chase you around anymore- it was getting tiresome for the old bot. 

Steve began to pity you, and offered you an escape. You weren’t sure- you had no clue what Soundwave would do to her if he found out. 

She insisted, and when the patrol was at its thinnest she decided to try and help you escape. With you stuffed in her subspace, she started towards the exit. Sadly for you, Soundwave already knew. He waited right at the exit Steve was meant to take.

“U-uh, Soundwave sir! What can I help you with?”

Before she could get another word out, the silent mech grabbed onto her with his tentacles. He slammed her into the ground and began to rip open her subspace. Steve was screaming in agony as he ripped her chest open and pulled you out. Other Vehicons saw, but did nothing- they couldn’t. 

Soundwave held you in one tentacle. Using clipped together voices lines from Steve to mock you, he said “This is what- happens when you- try to es-ca-pe.”

Without a second to waste, he drove his sharp talons into Steve’s spark. You screamed at the gory sight. “STEVE! NO! GOD NO, WHY?!” His blank visor stared at you. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?! I HATE YOU!” 

Soundwave then electrocuted you, sending you into darkness. When you woke up, you were in your ‘room’. It was really just a giant glass box with necessities. Soundwave had taken out all the sources of entertainment. When you looked outside of your cage, you fell to your knees. 

Sitting on a table in front of you was Steve’s head. You could tell it was theirs because it had the small scratching on the paint spelling out “Steve”. 

That’s when you realized you were never getting off of this ship. Days passed by, and Soundwave checked on you every few hours. Whenever he would poke or prod at you, you’d turn away. You were slowly losing the fire he saw in you at first- that’s good. He was tired of you trying to escape all of the time. 

One night, you had nightmares of Steve’s death. She was blaming you- and she was right. You shouldn’t have tried to get away. You killed her. 

You could hear her voice echoing in your head as you made your way to your bathroom, where your razor was.

When Soundwave found you, he panicked. He quickly rushed you to Knockout who treated you to the best of his knowledge. 

Soundwave then realized he took it way too far. He should have never killed them in front of you. You are human! You’re fragile- he should have remembered that. When you were stable enough to be moved, he made sure your enclosure was free of anything you could use to hurt yourself- anything heavy but light enough to hold, forks, even spoons. 

Your room was more locked down than a mental health hospital. 

When you came to, you cried. You didn’t want this. You wanted off this ship. You yelled and screamed at Soundwave- and he let you. He read on the internet that humans had to get their emotions out. When you stopped, he picked you up and cradled you. You didn’t have any energy to fight him as he rocked you back and forth. You didn’t want to- you wanted this comfort.

Soundwave forced Knockout to learn about human mental health so he could give you regular appointments. Knockout carefully began manipulating you so that you’d start realizing all that Soundwave had ‘done’ for you. Mostly because he didn’t want to spend time babysitting Soundwave’s human- but he’d never say that to Soundwave’s face.

Slowly, you got happier. You were starting to fall in love with Soundwave- and he was glad for it. Soundwave never left you alone- which meant that you always went to him for comfort. He began giving you anything you wanted now that you weren’t fighting him.

Megatron and Soundwave had some high-grade one day while you were sleeping under Knockout’s supervision. 

Soundwave used voice clips to explain the situation.

“Ah, like a true Decepticon. Maybe I should grab a human pet sometime as well. There was one I’ve had my eye on for a while.” 

Soundwave held his hand out to reveal a small key. It was to his enclosure for you. He always thought that another friend for you would be nice- now he had an actual reason to grab one. 

#tw selfharm #tw #tw implied suicide attempt #tw depression #tw yandere #yandere soundwave #knockout #tw kidnapping #tfp x reader #yandere transformers #tfp soundwave #yandere tfp soundwave #transformers prime #read the warnings #maccaddam

[mirrorbird]

per usual, based on @idoodlestuffsometimes's Brother's Keeper AU, though mine has now officially splintered off in the details. I'm pretty pleased with this one, not gonna lie. Feel like I'm starting to hone in on An Style. (I cannot express the extent to which this is more than I've drawn in the last decade.) p1 | p2 | p3 | p4 | p5 | p6 | p7 | p8 | tbd

#tw implied suicide attempt #tw sui attempt #the owl house #toh #toh caleb #toh wittebanes #toh belos #toh brother's keeper au #toh bk #a little something toh bk

[bnesszai]

Potion for Love by AURORA for any ship please!

"any ship". Well, I'm a basic bitch, so--

When I lay in your arms and our worlds can collide

Into one atmosphere, we are here 'til we're not

Dazai is sixteen.

The Mafia is like a home he never asked for, drenching him in blood and despair and death. So much death, but never his own, despite his best attempts.

He hates most days. He hates the feel of air in his lungs and of cloth on his skin. He hates when anyone tries to help clean him up after a mission. He hates opening his eyes and realizing that he has, again, survived.

There are a few things he doesn't hate, though. Even if he claims to loathe the existence of a certain gravity manipulator, he can recognize obsession when it settles into his bones. Chuua knows how to get under his skin, but he also knows how to understand what Dazai is thinking without Dazai having to say anything. That, at least, is reassuring.

Terrifying, but reassuring.

Right now, for reasons he can't begin to piece together, Chuuya is snoring, arm thrown across Dazai's waist, head cushioned on Dazai's arm. Said arm has fallen asleep long ago, but Dazai can't find it in himself to move. He isn't sure how they got here.

What he is sure of is that when Chuuya wakes up, Dazai won't be there.

~

When I see you again as a stranger or a friend

Could you give me a kiss from the past?

Make it soft, make it last like a lake in a glass

Like an endless reminder of us

Dazai is twenty-two.

He sees Chuuya again. Something pulls at his chest, something akin to longing, or maybe to fear. Chuuya, for his part, looks equal parts relieved, bitter, and sad, of all things.

Chuuya gets close and Dazai feels the ghost of their past across his lips.

~

I recall our minds being strange and alike

You were quiet at most, I would watch and explode

With a storm in my mind, you would understand why

They all name hurricanes after us

Dazai is seventeen.

He has seen Chuuya's corruption many times. It never stops being a hauntingly beautiful thing. The aftermath is less so.

"Dazai," Chuuya murmurs.

Hmm?" Dazai threads his fingers through Chuuya's hair.

"We have to go."

"No," Dazai says. He's already reported back to Mori and Kouyou. Hirotsu is nearby, ready when they need him, but always pliant to Dazai's whims. "You can rest here."

"The ground fuckin' hurts," Chuuya coughs blood onto Dazai's lap.

"You can't move like this. Rest. I'll carry you in a bit."

There's a hesitation. Chuuya shifts, hisses, and then becomes dead weight. "Promise?"

"Always."

~

When I see you again as a stranger or a friend

I will give you a kiss from the past

I will send you away, hoping you'll be okay

With a piece of your heart living in mine

Dazai is twenty-three.

He pulls Chuuya in. A selfish moment. An entire day of walking side by side, of teasing remarks, of soft looks that no one would ever expect from either of them. An entire night wrapped together, tumbling through sheets, whispered confessions into the darkness.

And then, Dazai pushes Chuuya away.

~

I don't feel love anymore

And how it hurts when you walked out of the door

Forgetting why we fell in love hurts me the most

Dazai is eighteen.

Oda has died in his arms.

Dazai disappears without a word.

~

I don't feel love anymore

And how it hurts when you walk out of the door

Forgetting why we fell in love hurts me the most

Dazai is twenty-four.

The note has two teardrops on it when he sets it on the table. He wonders what the recipient will think, but then decides he is no longer privy to such things. The empty pill bottle clatters out of his hand as the tremors set in. The whiskey bottle in his other hand comes back up to his lips.

A kiss of death.

#WHEW okay #thank you for this random prompt! #never had heard the song but it is very good #i tried to keep this from getting insanely long but #yeah #here ya go #Rohini #hope you requested it cuz you wanted pain #ness writes #hurt/no comfort #bsd #skk #tw implied suicide attempt #angst war 🔪

[introspectivememories]

steve sometimes feels like his body is not his own.

like sometimes he looks down at his hands and thinks 'that's not right, they should be smaller ' with such absolutely certainty that it hurts like an ache when he realizes that his hands will never be that small again. he still buys the wrong size shirts more often than not, even after getting defrosted.

and it's not like he misses his old body — not dying every 3 weeks from an illness is so amazing. who knew breathing could feel so good? — but for all intents and purposes, it was still his body. the body he grew up with. with it's skin that bruised too easily and his wrists that looked like they would break if someone touched them a little too hard. it was that body that fought off rheumatic fever, that got through hundreds of asthma attacks, that held itself up through fights with half of brooklyn. it was his old body that got it's Last Rites 4 times. it was his old body he learned how to walk and run and live in. that made it to 21 despite all the doctors telling ma he'd be lucky to make it to 12. 

it was with his old hands he patched up becca and ruth. it was his old arms that sweet baby ‘liza loved being held in, much to the amusement of aunt winnie. it was with his old arms that he gestured wildly with when talking politics with uncle george. it was his old body that still held the impressions of ma hugging him.

it was his knobby knees and weak lungs that ran after bucky through brooklyn. it was his old body he learned how to love and hate. learned how to lift up even when the eugenicists slipped flyers under their door. it was with his old knuckles he learned how to make a punch count. it was with his old voice that he learned how to speak up, learned to make his voice heard.

these days people hear him without speaking. these days he doesn’t have to punch anyone, he can just loom and glare. they’ll run off easy enough. everything comes easy to this body. this body’s never had to work a day in it’s life. never felt the deliriousness of having a fever so high, you start seeing your da again. never felt the desperation of needing to breathe — never felt the relief, the joy, the elation, the rush of making it through another life-threatening illness.

god, all of this is so fucking stupid. who complains about not having to worry about making through the winter? who fucking complains when their body gets “fixed”? 

(steve carefully tries not to think about the word ‘fixed’. like there was something about him that needed to be remade. he is their personal frankenstein’s monster. taken apart and sewn back together, again and again and again, whenever the war effort needs more fuel. how long has it been since he was just stevie? just bucky’s babydoll? just ma’s stíofán? he’s so tired. he is captain america.)

but there’s no going back now. there’s no injection to undo the serum. he’s just gonna have to live with the fact that his shoulders will always feel too broad. there is nothing to change the fact that he had to relearn how to use a pencil again. that he’ll never tuck neatly under bucky’s chin again. that his stomach will never concave again. that his feet are three sizes up from what they used to be. he just gonna have to live with the sensation of his body being Wrong, Wrong, Wrong. 

(he feels a lot like that boy zia rosa in the downstairs apartment used to read to him about. the one they made a picture on — pinocchio. “look ma, bucky! i’m a real boy now!” except, he was real before wasn’t he? he was someone before serum. he’s a Someone now. he’ll never be himself again.)

when his plane crashes into the ice, steve knows that this is the end. that nobody will remember steven grant rogers. nobody will know bucky’s stevie — all 94 pounds of righteousness and trouble. nobody will remember ma’s stíofán — compassionate and sweet, forever trying to do the right thing. nobody will know about becca’s second big brother, ruth’s knight in shining armor, ‘liza’s favorite sleeping spot. when his plane crashes, that 5′4′’, 100-pounds-soaking-wet, kid from the slums of brooklyn will be forgotten. what a shame he thinks that kid was better than 10 captain america’s put together. 

(he sobs quietly in a darkened corner of the smithsonian when he realized he’ll never be steven grant rogers again. 70 years later and his body is still Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.) 

it would've been nice he thinks to be small without the illnesses. steve doesn’t look in mirrors anymore. 

(the day he realized he couldn't tuck himself into the crook of bucky's neck like he used to without contorting his body, he has to excuse himself into woods. he spends the next 30 minutes, hidden behind the widest tree he can find (his shoulders still stuck out slightly), trying desperately to ignore the ache in his chest. trying his best to ignore the absolute sense of certainty that he’s in the wrong body. 

bucky finds him out there 20 minutes later, staring blankly into the distance. carefully, bucky leads him back to their tent, lays him down gently, and goes about making him Better. bucky always made things better. but then bucky’s gone, brain splattered across the swiss alps and steve is horrifyingly numb. what was the point of a brand new body, of being made into a Real Boy, if he couldn’t save the only person who saw him? if he couldn’t save the one he loved (loves.)?

it had always been him and bucky and if bucky’s not here, well- then steve’s not gonna be here either. 3 days later, his plane’s crashing into the artic and his eyes are slipping shut and it’s bliss. for a moment, at least.)

#god christ what is this #anyway this all came out of the fact that i hate it when people talk like the serum 'fixed' his body #and like don't get me wrong having an actual immune system is probably the best thing that ever came to steve but whenever people talk abou #'fixing' in relation to disabled bodies it always sounds too much like eugenics me. 'those people would be fine if they were fixed.' #/ 'they're not right.' it sounds terrible! and i hate it #so here's like x amt of words about steve struggling with his body #steven grant rogers #steve rogers #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #stevebucky #i wil tag some tw and then if i miss anything yall can just tell me? #tw eugenics #tw body dysmorphia #tw implied suicide attempt #otp: till the end of the line #my writings 📖 #comic.rambles #captain america #irish captain america #is this body dysmorphia?

[so-sleep]

ruins

#soriel #soriel week #soriel week 2022 #they are FUCKED UP!! #undertale #undertale fanart #tw #tw implied suicide attempt #i think. is it? what if i messed up the days😭😭😭 #day five: ruins #i am not going for full fanart its two am fuck u😔

[ashthedrawer]

•OC FIC•

Characters: Felix (he/him), Nyssa (she/her), Alzena (she/her), Maddox (he/him), Astley (he/him), Rory (they/she), Wilder (he/him), Kuali’i (he/him), January (he/him), Akali (he/him), Winola (she/her), Reagan (she/her)

Characters in purple all belong to @jiphenn

Felix felt someone fixing the blanket laid over him, tucking it back in. They moved it with the utmost care, making sure that he was comfortable.

He shifted, blinking groggily. He was laying on a couch in what looked like… Chumps Jr.? Reagan was passed out beside him, half on the floor, half laying on the couch, dark circles under her eyes. Her make-up was smudged, making them appear worse, and she looked like she had been crying before she fell asleep. Nyssa was at his side, readjusting his pillow. He could see a few other couches in the room, and Alzena, Maddox and Astley all sprawled out on them, doing their own things. He sat up, brushing back his bangs and rubbing the gunk out of his eyes.

“OH MY GOSH.” Nyssa screeched, going pale. He didn’t understand what the big deal was, still groggy and kind of half-asleep. Her mouth was making a huge O, absolutely horrified. Felix shifted uncomfortably, blinking at her in confusion.

“Oh Felix,” It was Rory, walking into the room at Nyssa’s scream, looking honestly relieved to see him up. “I thought you were a goner.”

“Uh, hi?” Felix croaked, his voice rough. His mouth was as dry as sandpaper, like he hadn’t drank anything in weeks. He cleared his throat, coughing slightly. Rory sat down beside him, patting his knee and smiling. “How’re you feeling?”

Felix shrugged. He felt fine for the most part, albeit confused on what was going on. The last thing he remembered had been stepping through the portal and leaving Ms. Cora and Adelio behind, before everything went black. “I’m okay.”

Nyssa pressed a cold glass into his hands. “You’ve had loads of time to rest so I hope you’re feeling fine.” Rory said.

Felix took a huge gulp of water, instantly feeling better. “How long have I been out?”

“A month or so.”

Felix blinked, almost choking on his water. Over a month. He glanced around again. January, Akali, Kuali’i, Wilder and Winola weren’t present. He remembered Winola’s mangled and bloody legs, the explosion. How Astley had come back carrying an unconscious Wilder. Akali covered in his own blood. “Is everyone okay?” He asked, terrified to hear that some of them hadn’t made it through the month.

Rory smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I guess you could say that.”

Felix relaxed a little, running his finger along the edge of his cup. Akali was alive. January was alive. His friends had made it. That was all that mattered.

“Well breakfast is coming up so I need you guys to get that ready while I finish up with the rest of the club.” Rory turned back to the rest of the group. Maddox and Alzena stood up, nodding quickly and heading towards what must have been the kitchen. “Call me if you need anything.” She said finally, turning to head back into the other room.

Felix sat there, left alone with his thoughts. Reagan was still fast asleep beside him on the floor, curled up in a ball. Her hair was unruly, spilling out around her in knots. It had flecks of blood stuck in it, and bits of dirt and dust were smeared on her face. Astley and Nyssa didn’t try to speak to him, but Nyssa was fidgeting near by, occasionally glancing in his direction before nervously looking away.

Cold burned his face and hands, no longer protected by the warmth of the blanket. He leaned back into the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He swore there was a spare piece of wood covering a hole in the roof. His arm was stiff, shoulder burning slightly, but it was much fainter than before he passed out. His ribs ached. He felt completely worn out, even though he’d been asleep for over a month.

After a few minutes, Rory, Winola, Wilder, January, Akali and Kuali’i all walked in one by one, with Rory helping support Winola and Kuali’i. Watching them, they looked vastly different. It really dawned on Felix just how much time had passed, and how much he had missed, while he was knocked out.

January’s hair was longer, black roots contrasting with the milky brown colour it once was. His fingers and arm were bandaged up. Wilder’s hair was shorter and choppy, his once bright-red colour now faded. Both his arms and one hand were loosely wrapped by white bandages. Kuali’i looked the worst off, his torso, leg, and arm all wrapped up. His hair was tangled and dirty, the once bright pink highlights that littered his hair now dull and sad. He had light pink scars on the insides of his wrists - fresh. Winola didn’t seem that different, her hair longer, the green under-dye now faded to an ugly colour. Akali looked over to Felix, and he had to do a double take.

Akali wasn’t wearing his mask. Felix couldn’t remember a time he didn’t have it. Even when they were only five years old he’d worn it. Felix didn’t think he had ever even seen Akali’s face before. Its absence made him look like an entirely different person. Felix didn’t know why it seemed to bother him so much, maybe it was the way Akali’s eye bags were heavier than a month ago, his posture more slouched. Maybe it was the way the group had changed so much, all while Felix was too out of it to care. A part of him just wanted it all to stay the same, wanted to pause everything in time, go back to the last club meeting, when they all were just playing board games and enjoying each others presence.

Wilder and Kuali’i completely ignored Felix, not paying him any attention and sitting down.

January refused to even look at him.

“How was your nap?” Akali asked. It was kind of bizarre to see below his face completely. His hair was messy, and it looked like it had been a long time since he had showered. It smelt like it too. He had dried blood all over his clothes. Akali was an absolute clean-freak. A month ago simply taking off his gloves or mask would’ve made him cringe, much less not showering for that long.

“Good.” Felix nodded at him. He was glad that Akali at least talked to him, since January seemed to want to act like Felix didn’t exist. Never once had January ever ignored him. He remembered the countless Chemistry classes where he prayed for January to sit somewhere else, to stop talking to him, all to no avail. Now Felix just wished he would at least acknowledge him.

Maddox and Alzena walked through, carrying breakfast. Felix stared at it, praying that they had actual edible food. He wasn’t sure if he could stomach mouldy grey burgers right now, or ever. The stench of greasy meat, sweat, and blood was already becoming too much.

But he was also starving, having been in a coma for a month, and desperate for any kind of food.

Maddox and Alzena handed around mini yogurt tubes, to Felix’s immediate relief. They had somehow gotten real food. He tore into his, wishing they had more to go around.

Everyone ate in silence. It was strange, seeing all his friends so quiet. No one was smiling or laughing like they used to. Not that Felix really felt like it either, the Winter Concert still fresh in his mind. He could still see Gunther, his massive form shrinking under a mountain of rubble before Akali had zapped them away. Could still see January’s face, as he returned with an unconscious Wilder, Avil gone. The memories replayed in his head, sharp and painful.

Bliss. Before he could stop himself, his thoughts drifted back to her house, to abandoning her there, soaked in her blood. To the way he hadn’t been strong enough to stop Gunther from crushing her, how he’d been held back and watched, screaming for Gunther to spare her. How Gunther had just laughed. How he had been so utterly useless against him, months of training at January’s mansion all for nothing.

He tried to push down the guilt, the tears that sprang to his eyes at the thought of her. He wished someone would say something, tell him what was going on, what was going to happen. He wished January wasn’t sitting there numbly, blatantly ignoring everyone in the room. He wished he was at home, safe. Not in this freezing room, his shoulder stinging, with his friends who were all acting like complete strangers.

Reagan began to shift, stirring awake. Everyone’s eyes landed on her, the atmosphere growing ten times more tense. Slowly she raised her head, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and glancing around.

“Morning,” Felix said quietly, giving her a small smile.

Reagan froze at the sound of his voice, her head whipping towards him. Her eyes went completely wide.

“FELIX!”

Her scream probably could’ve been heard by the whole neighbourhood. He flinched, taken aback.

Reagan pounced on him, hugging him tight as she could. Like he might disappear if she let go. She started to wail, her whole body heaving with sobs. Felix wrapped his arms around her, lightly patting her back. “It’s okay.” He whispered to her.

“NO IT’S NOT OKAY!” Reagan cried even harder, sniffling and coughing. “I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!”

Felix rubbed her back, feeling awkward by her outburst. He could hear Rory ushering the club out of the room. Reagan didn’t care, still squeezing him as hard as she could. He leaned into her shoulder, closing his eyes, taking in her warmth. “I’m okay now.”

Reagan pulled away, tears still streaming down her face. She sobbed loudly, hands shaking as she gripped his arms. “BUT YOU’RE NOT! YOU’RE CUT AND BRUISED ALL OVER. YOU CAN BARELY MOVE YOUR ARM.” Her eyes were bright with grief. Felix had never seen her this stricken. She had always cried easily, but it was never like this, so hard that she could barely even breathe, gasping for air. She hadn’t even been like this at their parents funeral.

He grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze, trying to smile at her comfortingly, to show her he was alright. That he was here. “I’m okay Reagan. I’m alive.”

“YOU SHOULDN’T EVEN BE IN THIS SCENARIO!” Reagan’s crying was somehow getting even louder, pure pain in her voice. Felix had never felt worse. This was his fault. He’d done this. He cleared his throat, his voice shaking slightly. He’d just woken up, and Reagan was already losing it. He just wanted to be with her and Paisley, eating breakfast together as a family and laughing. He just wanted things to go back to how they were.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his voice not even a whisper anymore.

“YOU GOT SHOT.” Reagan continued to scream. “GO UNCONSCIOUS FOR A MONTH. AND I HAVE TO LEARN FROM ALL YOUR FRIENDS THAT YOU WERE IN A DIOLE CLUB FOR MONTHS!”

Felix stared at her pleadingly, guilt a hundred times heavier. “I’m sorry. I thought it was going to help!”

“And the worst part is,” Reagan stared at him, completely betrayed. “You never told me a THING. I thought you trusted me.” Her voice cracked.

Felix had never hated himself more in that moment. He regretted every single thing he had done for the last five months. Coming home on the first day with fake smiles, feeding her and Paisley lies. Reagan smiling when he mentioned the Board Game Club, hopeful he might actually make some friends. Sneaking into her and Paisley’s room when he was supposed to be at school, searching for Paisley’s medical information, for her ID. Carefully writing it all down and handing it to January the next day. Yelling at Reagan after she had found him with Gunther, missing for seven hours after school. Leaving to sleep at January’s, refusing to answer any of her worried questions. The hundreds of secrets he had kept. The way Reagan had begged him to just talk to her, and after every single lie didn’t work, just screaming for her to get out of his room. Every fight they had, the way he could hear Reagan talking to Paisley late at night, asking why he suddenly hated her, why he suddenly had pulled away.

He fought to choke back a sob, tears blurring his vision.

“I wanted to! I really did.” Reagan was just staring at him, her whole body convulsing with sobs. “But if I told you we would’ve moved. I was going to tell you soon, when the vaccine came out.” His voice took on an edge of complete desperation.

“When the vaccine came out? THAT WAS THE DAY AFTER YOU GOT ATTACKED!”

Suddenly Felix’s guilt started to turn into anger. He’d just lost everything, yet all Reagan could do was scream at him. He wished she’d comfort him, reassure him, hold him and tell him it would be okay. But he had to comfort her, had to listen to her scream at him after he’d so desperately tried to keep them safe. After he had almost died. He hadn’t asked for this, hadn’t asked for the vaccine. He’d never been more scared in his entire life, had never been more lost.

“WHY ARE YOU BEING LIKE THIS?” He yelled back. “Do you think I wanted this to happen? I didn’t realize he would do that! He was my friend.” He couldn’t force himself to say Gunther’s name out loud, his betrayal still too painful.

“WAS.” Reagan retorted. “He was your friend. I am your sister! Some guy you know for a week tells you not to tell anyone about a secret concerning your own life and you choose them over me? Did you really not trust me that much?”

“How was I supposed to tell you?! January Restall finds out I’m a Diole and tells a bunch of others. You wouldn’t have listened! We would have just moved and then guess what!?” He thought about how many times they’d moved over the years, how they were always running. How she’d wanted to move almost as soon as they had gotten there. She wouldn’t have agreed to stay. January had been his one chance. If he’d told her, he would’ve thrown everything away. He would’ve never guessed that by February they’d be sitting on this couch, screaming at each other. “I’d be dead.”

He thought he was doing the right thing.

“WE COULD HAVE FOUND ANOTHER WAY OUT! THAT’S WHAT WE-“ Reagan’s voice was raw with emotion. “THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN DOING THIS ENTIRE TIME.”

“Oh yeah? How would you find another way out Reagan? I didn't see you planning these past few months! YOU JUST FELL APART AND ACCEPTED THAT I WOULD DIE.”

Almost every night he heard her sobbing; when the vaccine was formally announced she’d made him come home immediately, hugging him at the door for what felt like forever. He missed two days of school, staying with her and Paisley as Reagan did nothing but cry and tell the both of them how much she loved them. Since November she had been a mess, constantly checking up on him, constantly worrying. When they walked to Diantha Rose on the night of the concert Reagan had given him the biggest hug ever, told him how proud she was, her eyes shiny with tears. Like she was saying goodbye to him forever. She’d never tried to stop it, never tried to figure a way for him to not get the vaccine. She’d simply just believed that he would die, and that was it.

“PAISLEY KNEW A PLACE. PAISLEY COULD HAVE HELPED.” Reagan’s voice conveyed something much angrier than before, Paisley’s name said with resentment.

The sound of her name made him want to cry, a reminder that he had failed. That she was missing, and he hadn’t protected her. That she could be dead right now, and it was because of him.

“WELL I DIDN’T KNOW.” He screamed. “JANUARY WAS GIVING ME A PERFECT SOLUTION TO ALL MY PROBLEMS. I WAS JUST TRYING TO PROTECT PAISLEY. I JUST WANTED TO LIVE NORMALLY. I WAS DOING WHAT I THOUGHT WAS RIGHT.” He begged for her to understand. He’d only done this for them. He had wanted to keep his family safe for once, always the reason they had to run in the first place, constantly putting them all in danger.

Reagan didn’t even seem to hear him anymore, staring down at her hands. Tears streamed down her face, and she sobbed quietly, almost like she was trying to suppress it now. She twisted at the ring on her finger, staring at it with a sense of longing that made Felix feel sick to his stomach. Paisley was missing and he had no clue where she was, if she was okay. Reagan had spent a month watching over him in his coma, all while having to worry if Paisley had even made it out. His anger dissipated, and he felt immediate burning shame for lashing out at her, for screaming at her. She must’ve been beyond stressed and scared, watching him almost die, all while being in the dark about everything.

He had told himself that he was right, that this was all necessary, that the lies and fighting with her would all be worth it in the end, when him and Paisley were safe. But now, watching his sister cry in front of him, so very heartbroken, he was pretty sure it was the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life.

“I need to go,” Reagan said, her voice hoarse. She turned away from him and stood up, walking out without another word, without another glance. Leaving him alone, wishing nothing more than to have his big sister at his side.

#TW implied suicide attempt #it’s like barely even implied but #dioles tag #oc: Felix #oc: Reagan #oc: Nyssa #oc: Rory #oc: January #oc: Akali #ocs: The Board Game Club #my ocs #oc fic

[sunnysmomisdumbnotevil]

ah yes. suicidal children with knife, my favorite archetype~

#these fuckers need therapy #tw implied suicide attempt #cause game lore #omori #omori sunny #chara dreemurr #undertale #madotsuki #yume nikki #fan art

[dyinginlava]

For the tna (twisted nightmare au) does dreams mental state decrease as he deals with the horrid nightmares of his friends? Or does bad help him cope with it?

Bad tries to help, but there’s not really anything he can do, except try to calm Dream down when he starts to panic when Quackity slaps him on the back after telling him a joke, or constantly reminding him to eat.

Even if what he sees in his sleep has never actually happened to him, in his mind it’s real, the dreams just as sharp as his own memories.

One night, Bad finds him where he’s been told the country of L’Manburg existed, inventory full of TNT, muttering about how it doesn’t look right, he can’t be sure it’s gone for good without the crater…

Once he even had to convince everyone Dream was sick, something extremely contagious that meant he had to be quarantined away, after a particularly bad breakdown when Dream became convinced the world around him was fake, and tried to wake himself up…

He does think they’re making progress though. Dream can even talk with Sam without trying to run away. That’s when Wilbur tells him he’s set up a hot-dog van with Tommy and he sees Dream’s face go pale.

#dream smp #dsmp #dreblr #twisted nightmare au #my writing #ask tag #tw implied suicide attempt #tw implied self harm

[zimisbetterthanallofyou]

Do you have any tattoos if not would you ever get one and what would it be

I do, I have a semicolon on my side, a Medusa tattoo on my bicep, and a few varients of flowers on my forearms.

#tw implied sa #tw implied suicide attempt #tw implied sh #invader zim #zim #human zim

[sanriosratz]

The Afterglow

link to part one

TW for hospitals and unstable mental health

As he opened his eyes, the first thing he was aware of was the harsh light that seemed to clash against the stark white ceiling. He squinted against it and averted his eyes. Then it was the even beat of the heart monitor and the sound of someone trying to cry silently.

Groaning, they turned away from the blinding light and turned their head to where they heard the muffled cries. Their head spun, and every movement seemed to make it worse.

His thoughts were fuzzy, and he was unable to think clearly. Why was he here? What happened? Who—

"You're awake! Oh my— I thought you'd never wake up again; I was so worried! Wait, just stay calm; you're in the hospital."

Xinyi. Her voice sounded shaky and unsure; she'd constantly stop herself in the middle of talking to hiccup as the steady flow of tears left her eyes.

Adrian could only stare solemnly into Xinyi's eyes, unspeaking. There was nothing he could say that could remedy the situation. Before he could even try and stop himself, he began sobbing. The kind of sobs that leave you begging for a breath and almost convulse your body with the intensity. Tears left his eyes and rolled down his cheeks before dropping off his chin; everything hurt, and he didn't know how to fix it.

His mind was a jungle, all the leaves obstructed any clear-thinking pattern, and if he cut them away—they'd just grow back again with a vengeance. Everything was going wrong; everything hurt; it was all so confusing.

Xinyi grabbed his hand and held it tight, trying, rapidly, to wipe her own tears away with her free hand.

Adrian attempted to reciprocate the squeeze of her hand but found that he had no strength to do so; it felt like all the muscles in his body were replaced with stuffing. Xinyi seemed to sob as she noticed Adrian's fruitless attempt; her body shook with every heave and cry.

He didn't mean to hurt her.

"Wait, please... Don't cry... 'is okay... 'M sorry..."

It didn't feel right coming out of his mouth; it felt wrong to be consoling her after almost killing himself just because his ex-partner thought of him as too clingy.

Xinyi sniffed and wiped the tears that seemed to be neverending away before shaking her head at Adrian and whimpering out a weak "Please don't apologise. I'm just... I'm just happy that you're alive and okay," before breaking down in sobs again.

She squeezed his hand again, bringing it to her mouth to lightly kiss it, staring into his eyes.

"Do you want or need anything? Do you want to talk about it?"

Adrian shook his head 'no'; he didn't trust his voice, and everything hurt. His hands felt fuzzy, his head hurt, and he felt… broken.

"Not... Not now..."

Xinyi nodded and looked up at Adrian with tear-filled eyes. "I know it's all very overwhelming right now, but we do have to talk about this sooner rather than later."

Adrian let the tears fall from his eyes; he was too tired to wipe them away.

Xinyi let go of his hand and moved to cup his face in her hands before kissing away his tears.

"You'll be okay. I know it's a lot right now, but it'll pass. It might take a while, but it will, I promise."

Adrian sniffed and tried hard to not let his emotions get the best of him. "You care..."

Xinyi nodded.

Warmth spread throughout his chest, and he couldn't help the smile that came upon his lips or the tears that fell in a steady stream from his eyes. Some people actually care about him.

#kuraitsume's tattoo & piercing parlour #pigment of your imagination #adrian #adrian lucas beck #adrian lucas beck lore #xinyi #xinyi jiang #tw hospitalisation #tw hospital #tw implied unstable mental health #tw unstable mental health #tw implied overdose #tw implied suicide attempt #tw suicide attempt #ask to tw

[o5-12]

content warnings: non-descriptive implied suicide attempt, arguing, implied child abuse, codependency, and implied domestic abuse.

word count: 1690 words

note: I typed this all before realizing it isn't formatted exactly right for how the rest of the event here has been so I'm just going to say audio is visible to everyone while actual descriptions is visible to only anons!

He wished he could just shut up and do exactly what he wanted to do. He planned on spending the night out in the barn ⁠— the first of many nights, to be exact.

But as the hours began to drift by; everything just felt so different from where he normally slept. Too many noises, too much of a breeze, too much air, too much everything.

He felt almost insulted by himself as it finally became too much for him and he began to slowly wander out, closing the barn door behind him awkwardly, leaving the things back in the barn and beginning a trek in the dark back towards the house.

Jack and TJ were gone with their friends. He could spend a few hours in one of their beds. Wait till he was all tired and then come back after he was tired enough to sleep like a brick the moment he got back.

It sounded like a solid plan; even though he hated himself a little for feeling it necessary.

Mikell made his way towards the house, eyeing the various windows strewn across the exterior, looking for any lights within the old building. As he grew closer, his gaze fell on the far window on the backside of the house, the smallest glow coming from the window.

He slowed down a little, eyeing the window wearily as he crept closer, unable to gauge whether someone was up and about or if it was merely a matter of a candle having been left alight.

As he walked around the exterior of the house, he took a moment to peer briefly through the window, discreetly trying to figure out whether he was in the clear to go in or not.

He… Couldn’t see anyone. It looked like someone had just abandoned the candle on the kitchen countertop. It was quiet though. There were no cries from Claire, pacing from his mother, or shouting from his father…

He was in the clear.

Slowly, he pulled himself away from the eerie sight of the abandoned candle in the kitchen, ignoring the peculiar feeling in his gut as he began to make his way around the back of the house. Then, as he rounded the corner towards the porch, he froze in his tracks.

It was quiet inside for a reason.

He locked eyes with the man on the porch, a man that barely looked to have not even reached his forties yet with a tired expression, hunched over himself on the steps of the porch silently; the man only straightening his posture and fixing him with a stern look after spotting Mikell.

They both stared like that for a few seconds.

Mikell could run. Turn back around and go back to the barn without another word. His dad had never chased him down in the past when he’d wandered off in the middle of arguments. It wouldn’t be any different this time.

Something felt… Wrong though. It was too late in the night. He knew his dad didn’t sleep much but he’d never waited on the porch ⁠— never waited specifically for him like this before.

Slowly, forcing back the bad feeling rising in the back of his throat, Mikell lowered his gaze and made his way to the porch.

Adam [Tiredly]: Don’t go in there. Just go back to th’ barn.

Mikell stopped. So he had figured out that he was trying to spend the night in the barn...

Something felt… Really wrong.

Mikell [Putting on a calm tone to the best of his ability to mask the lie]: I just wanted to grab something. I’ll be quiet.

With that, Mikell began to ascend the stairs, doing his best to stick as close to the opposite edge of where his father was sitting as possible.

If he got in then it was unlikely Adam would randomly wake him up just to chew him our for coming home, right?...

Adam [Sighing]: I know you heard me, kid. Go back to the barn. If you tell me what you need th’n I can bring it in a few minutes.

Fuck. He left the things out.

He didn’t want his dad going to the barn. He didn’t want to risk his dad finding the things. He didn’t want to be blamed again or criticized for ‘stealing’ or shouted at or-

Mikell [A little sharply]: I’ll be quick. I won’t wake Claire up.

As Mikell said this, he sped up a little as he reached the top of the steps, determined to just get this over with and get inside before he could get chastised for being stubborn. His dad would be upset the next morning but he’d forget it. He wouldn’t forget it if he thought Mikell had ‘stolen a bunch of shit’ and hidden it inside the barn though.

As he reached for the doorknob, he had a second to register a sharp couple of creaks from the floorboards just behind him just as he was able to click the door open and begin to push it open.

He froze as a hand sharply grabbed him by the shoulder, fingers digging to his skin as it dragged him backwards, the other hand flying to the door and slamming it shut on him, effectively trapping him outside with his father.

It didn’t hurt. The slight scuffle barely lasted more than a couple of seconds. Just caught him off guard, making him jump slightly and stare back at his father.

The look that his dad was wearing was… Off.

His dad’s eyes were wide, eyebrows knit together in a mixture of frustration and familiar anger at being disobeyed but also… While difficult to see in the darkness, his eyes had a sort of an uneasy look to them. He looked sick. Kind of like he was going to keel over any second now. Like he really hadn’t been sleeping much for a long time now…

That wasn’t the only thing that Mikell registered.

As the seconds passed, he could have sworn he heard crying from inside. It didn’t sound like Claire’s though. It sounded like someone was choking out sobs between words that Mikell couldn’t quite register for a few long seconds until it sank in that what he was hearing was someone apologizing.

When the initial shock and confusion began to subside, all it was replaced with was a shaking anger and resentment at the fact that his dad was just sitting there while it sounded like his mom was hurt.

That candle in the kitchen. She must be in there. He couldn’t tell what the apologies were about or why she wasn’t trying to come find either of them for help but he knew something was wrong about this all.

Mikell: What th’ fuck is going on? What’s going on with mom-

Adam [Raising a hand defensively]: Mikell, just go back to th’ barn. Don’t do this again. Please don’t do this right now.

Mikell ignored him, stepping forward and trying to push his father away from the door. Adam immediately used the raised hand to push him back, placing a knee in front of the door and locking his arm over the handle to prevent Mikell from getting in.

Mikell fell backwards, grunting as he collided with the hard wood but quickly dragged himself back up, unable to help but shake a little from frustration.

Mikell: No. Why th’ fuck won’t you let me in there-

Adam [Hissing back at him]: Would you please stop shouting.

Mikell tried again. Throwing himself at his father and trying to shove him away from the door.

For a second or two, he thought he was actually close to knocking his dad away from the door so he could go help his mom but then-

Adam let go of the door, grabbing Mikell by the wrists and turning him around, locking his arms over Mikell’s to force him to stop trying to get through. 

Mikell started shrieking, kicking, spitting and generally trying to wring his hands free to no avail. Adam grunted at a particularly sharp elbow in the gut as he worked on dragging Mikell carefully down the steps before dropping him with much less care, causing Mikell to tumble to the ground while Adam stepped back towards the porch in an attempt to catch his breath.

Adam [Sharply]: Mikell. Please, stop. Just stop. Use that damn head of yours and breath. I need to you just breath and stop throwing a fucking tantrum, okay?

Mikell quickly pulled himself up, tempted to throw himself right back into the fight but stopping himself as he tried to listen again between catching his own breath; not to Adam – but for his mom’s crying.

The crying had… Almost completely quieted down by this point. He figured they’d both been pretty loud so she’d likely heard them… It didn’t make sense for her to quiet down if she was injured and Adam was refusing to help her. If she was hurt and needed help and wasn’t getting it then wouldn’t she be trying to yell louder once she knew Mikell was also around?

She didn’t yell louder though. He could only hear the occasional quiet sob but that was it. He couldn’t piece together what in the hell that even meant.

The only reasoning he could vaguely put together was that she didn’t want Mikell around at this moment…

Adam: Breath, kid, please... Just go out into th’ yard and take a few seconds.

Mikell didn’t want to. He wanted to shout and yell and kick at his father all the way until the moment he got through that door and finally had some sort of semblance of what the hell was going on but-...

The longer he stood there, the more Mikell felt like there was something unpleasant waiting inside that house… Something he wasn’t sure he was quite ready for yet…

He hated being treated like a kid. It almost always felt like ‘kid’ was a term used to demean him and keep him out of things others felt he wasn’t smart or strong enough for and while he originally disagreed… He wasn’t so sure this time.

Everything about this felt off.

Adam: Just-... Just go wait out by th’ street. I’ll go get Claire. You’re staying with Jack and TJ’s friends tonight-

Mikell: But I don’t know anyone there-

Adam [Tiredly]: Mikell, please don’t fight me on this… I’ll walk you there and I’ll be back in the morning when this has passed and-

Mikell: When this has passed?...

Adam fell silent for a moment before shaking his head again. Another thing that Mikell wasn’t sure he was ready for…

Mikell eyed him for a few moments before forcing himself to step back, hesitantly turning away and walking back to the road while digging his nails into the palm of his hands in frustration. 

He couldn’t tell if he was making the right decision but… He knew he didn’t want to see what was going on in that house.

With that, he kept walking until he heard a distant creaking sound, glancing back to watch his dad walk back up the steps and enter the house, closing the door behind himself carefully, leaving Mikell alone with his thoughts in the dark.

Mikell waited there silently.

Every once in a while, he'd glance up at the house or the barn, unsure if he wanted to go along with his dad's order or go run off to the barn and never enter the house again.

In the end, he chose to remain there.

After some time, the door opened again and Mikell looked up, unable to help but stare in confusion as he watched his dad.

Adam was carrying a large bin, it taking a few seconds for Mikell to recognize it as the Mikell's laundry hamper he'd been keeping in the bathroom closet for a few years now ever since getting kicked from his old room ⁠— awkwardly held in one arm with Claire balanced in the other.

Mikell blinked in confusion, making no move to step forward to help before Adam got closer, setting down the bin to carefully push Claire towards him, Mikell hesitantly taking her after getting the hint of what he wanted.

She was crying. Not all too happy about being jostled awake it seemed. He supposed he wouldn't be too happy either... He gently adjusted the blanket before confusedly looking back up to his dad.

Adam still looked... Unwell.

It wasn't like he could linger on that thought though.

Adam [Tiredly picking up the hamper again]: Come on. Lead th' way.

Mikell [Glancing back at the house]: I-...

He hesitated.

He half expected to get shouted at, criticized for being too slow or not doing what he asked but instead there was just a quiet thud as Adam set the basket back down, taking a second to catch his breath from the effort of hauling it over while using the edges of the basket to brace himself a little.

No yelling. No criticisms. Nothing.

Just his dad silently waiting for him.

Mikell stared at him for a moment before resolving that whatever was going on... It was better for him to ignore it. ...

Mikell [Mumbling]: Okay. Uh...

Adam glanced back up, looking just as tired as before for a moment before putting on that familiar scowl.

Adam [Tiredly]: Just lead th' way. I'm behind you, Mikell.

Mikell nodded, beginning to walk forward, Adam huffing as he picked up the hamper again and began following him. As they began to walk forward, a slight clicking noise could be heard from the audio.

Within a few seconds, the connection was lost.

#recorded excerpts #items of insignificance #tw implied suicide attempt #tw child abuse #tw domestic abuse #tw codependency #ask to tag #[End of event!]

[cezphones]

Waste - A chainsaw man fancomic

[read right to left]

this was just an idea that was consuming my brain. Sorry for the rushed art and the english (I probably will remake this someday) o(-(

#my art #miriyoshi #yoshimiri #cw implied suicide attempt #tw implied suicide attempt #csm comic #csm fancomic

[kotaromita]

△ What do you mean by "leave"?

HOW FAR BACK DID YOU SCROLL TO FIND THAT "INVASIVE QUESTIONS" POST!? Christ! I guess I appreciate the...dedication? I had to go find it myself now.

The amount I don't want to answer that question is 10/10, obviously!

Um. Fine. Whatever. I guess you found a loophole or—or some shit. Whatever—god. Sorry, I know I don't—don't act like this usually, I'm just, it's...I don't know, saying the word is scary or something.

I made it obvious enough, didn't I? Leave as in—leave the world. Die.

...Is that enough for you? Fuck, I—sorry. I'm sorry, just, let's leave it at that, okay? No more questions about that right now.

#ask #anon #tw implied suicide attempt #OOC: swearing as kotaro is interesting because he really #he doesnt do that often #but you did as him the worst possible question

[kazkatswriting]

Questions at Your Bedside

What did Despair say when you asked her why in your pitful broken voice? Did she answer at all or did she just look on with cold eyes like someone well acquainted with other people's tragedy? Did she insult you? Or did she offer a cold hand with a warm hug and did it make anything better? Did she hurt you more or did she offer you some comfort about the things neither of us can control?

What did Hope say when you begged him for help while you were lost in the dark? Did he offer a light to guide you or did he turn away with a childish smile, a giggle, and a call of "Come find me"? Did he take you by the hand and show you a world of wonderful things or did he only show you a glimmer of what could be?

What did Death say when you came to her with open arms and asked for her to take you away? Did she smile and grab you right up or did she shake her head and look at you with sad eyes as she softly spoke and told you "not yet"?  Did she welcome you home or did she hold you tight as you cried through all the tears you've been holding back? Did Death take you away from all your pain or did she guide you back to life? (Back to me.)

And my dear sweet Love, what did Life say when you arrived wrapped in Death's embrace? Did she look shocked? sad? or happy that you came back? Did she hesitate to bring you back to me? And when Life finally did take you back into her loving embrace did she talk to you or did she remain silent? Did she give your the will to go on?

is that why you are back with me? Is that why your heart is still beating when it came so close to stopping? Is that why I still have the chance to kiss you? Or did I just get lucky to be still sitting next to you even if it is in an almost empty hospital room?

#short story #poetry #tw implied suicide attempt #creative writing