I dont know who needs to hear this- but self-care doesn't have to begin, or be,- skin care, nails, lashes/brows, workouts, hair care, etc, or any other "aesthetically pleasing" "glowup"- and I'm just gonna say it- other buzz words that usually rely on societal beauty standards and buying products to fix your life.
what self-care starts with is you, what actually brings you happiness. self-care starts with finding your happiness.- because happiness leads to contentment, which leads to joy.- and once you find that, so much more can fall into place for you, and you won't feel like you have to "fix" your life as much as you'll want to improve and grow in your life- for you.
-taking care of your body is so important. but I fucking hate as someone who struggles with self-worth and productivity limiting mental health issues and going on to what should be open-minded and diverse tags and being flooded with male gaze-i-fied gatekeeping ideas on what makes someone an "it girl".
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"Unhealthy Obsession Part 2"
(Warning! The following content contains mentions of:
blood,light mentions vomit, and heavy mentions of stalking!)
This chapter also includes the artistic works of:
@azumetapraline
@taranzas-biggest-fan
@somethinginworl
(Thank you for the help!)
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The very first thing to hit them was the smell of mold and decay, the second was the humming from the dim light hanging just above them, providing just enough light to make out the scene before them. Once they'd recovered from the scent attacking their senses of course.
"Oh Nova…" even the stoic Meta Knight couldn't keep his face from forming an expression twisted with disgust and concern.
Magolor did his best not to gag at the smell of whatever foul fluid seemed to puddle on spots on the floor, not wanting the flavor of puke to mix with the taste of blood already on his pallet.
Taranza stared in horror as he slowly inched forward, staring at each photo plastered onto the wall, and then at the dates written in what he prayed was red ink. He found himself not wanting to look at the photos with him violently scratched out.
"...I don't think this is good for my mental health…" he inhaled, shutting his eyes for a moment, wishing he hadn't gotten a closer look.
"Indeed…" Meta nodded, taking notice of the numerous tooth brushes gathered on the vanity along with the pillow stuffed with blue feathers in front of him before cringing slightly and turning his attention to look at the fluid on the floor, he inspected it, but didn't dare to touch it before pulling away in revulsion...that was definitely what was causing that stench.
Magolor had wanted nothing to do with observing the photos or the collection of stolen personal items, or whatever was on the floor, or anything of the sort. He was disgusted enough from the horrible smell alone, he remained by the door leading back to the dungeon, he'd much rather enjoy the scent of mildew and mold rather than the stench of that room.
Taranza was quick to turn away from the wall of photos and observed the other spots of the room before he noticed something on the ceiling, shining through cracks of a small cellar door in the corner of the room. It was daylight! He almost couldn't believe it!
"Here! This must be the exit!" He exclaimed, a relieved smile spreading across his bloody face as he looked up "I'm sure of it!" the handle was just barely out of his reach "We need something to stand on."
Meta nodded "here." He waved for Magolor who then helped with pushing the vanity against the wall so they could have some leverage.
Taranza hoisted up onto it, gripping the latch, praying that they wouldn't be too late, hoping they could get there in time, before turning it quickly and pushing upwards…
the rattle of the door hung heavy in the air as he tried again…and again…
"....Something's blocking it..."
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Ive been stuck with the thought of pre relationship gil cuddling with mc and getting (unintentionally) hard from it. Which is hot to me *coughs* however I feel like he wouldnt. Do anything.
Like say that theres been some flirting on both sides to where the cuddling isn't a wild concept, and even if him getting hard made them both excited, I think when it came apparent he would excuse himself at the worst, yaknow? I think that early on he wouldn't want anything sexual stemming from that. He'd want to be way more sure she didn't feel pressured into sex like that.
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