#and there was actually a demon inside of me

[poppy-metal]

patrick doing something that really pissed off art, like really pisses him off, and instead of apologising he just give you to him, patrick’s pretty girlfriend. patrick watched as art blows you from behind, grunting and groaning like an animal. patrick gave you a talk before, and just like you were told, all you whimper is “sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry art,” over and over with every brutal thrust and every squelch of your wet pussy. arts rough, and he’s mean but he’s still art. pulls your hair back yes, but presses slobbery kisses to your neck. barks commands at you, like “shut up” or “stop moving”, yes, but then can’t help himself praising you, “so pretty” “so tight” “so warm”. and patrick watches everything with a smug smile on his face. god i just need art to just be so mean to me and make me cry and make it better and make me beg and beg for me and i can’t take this anymore

mean art save me save me mean art..... i imagine in this situation art doesn't actually know you that well. you're almost an extension of patrick in a way, patricks girl, patricks plaything. its the most disrespectful he's ever been - given that he has the permission to be. he can't find it in himself to throw his anger out at patrick how he wants, he can't punch him, pound his face into the ground until his knuckles are bloody because thats not art. hes not a violent person. hes not. but all that anger and resentment has to go somewhere, its like a poison, the way it eats at him. and patrick knows, knows if he doesn't offer something - concede something his relationship with art will crumble. and he cant have that. its fucked in a way, the way its not even something he has to think about for long at all - they get into an argument and art has turned on his heel, already cold, already icing patrick out and patrick is quick to grab his wrist, tug him back. "hold on - "

it should be horrible the way your boyfriend offers you up on a silver platter like you're a piece of meat. it should anger and humiliate you to be used as a bargaining chip between them to maintain peace, your body like a vessel that will exorcize their demons towards one another. patrick cant just say sorry, he cant say those words, he cant be vulnerable like that, open himself up to art for the fear of art breaking his heart.

and everyone thinks art is a lovely guy. and he is. most of the time, to most people. especially to women. his grandma raised him. he grew up catholic. you always treat a lady with respect.

unless that lady is patrick zweigs girlfriend.

he shouldn't accept but he does. the promise is too appealing. staking claim over a tree patrick has pissed all over. putting his mark there. so when patrick offers you up, art only pretends to be disturbed when he storms off. its the principle of the thing, he has to act affronted for his own moral compass. he texts patrick later. "fine."

for all you should be up in arms and upset you're not. that's your own fucked up dilemma. loving being the center of attention between two opposing forces. loving the idea of patrick giving you over and expecting you to put your pussy to work to his satisfaction - endure his closest confidants aggression to show how good you are. to show how much you can take - patrick likes you dirty he likes you bad he likes you arching your back and moaning for his best friend to fuck you harder while he watches, because he fucking asked you to.

patrick cant say sorry - but you can. with the tight glove of your wet cunt - with the warbled whines punched out of your throat with every thrust inside your body - "hes sorry, so sorry, sorry, sorry art - oh god - take him back, please, oh-" and you feel the way art winds a fist in your hair, yanks your body till its bending back to meet his hard chest as he pounds and pounds and pounds.

"not there yet," he grunts, and he shoves you back down, you press your tits to the mattress, make eye contact with patrick as you spread your thighs wider and accept every plunge - "tell your girlfriend if she wants me to forgive you she needs to squeeze my dick harder."

patrick licks his lips, eyes dark. you know hes turned on by this. you want to taste the evidence of it in your mouth, filling your throat but this isn't about patrick getting off. its about art. so he tells you, "hug his cock with your pussy, baby, you know how. just how i taught you."

your eyes roll back as you obey, obey, obey. bearing down on the cock thrusting in and out and gripping at it with your muscles as tight as you can - art groans long and hard behind you, nails digging into the fat of your waist. rolls his hips into yours, "fuck, that's good. good fucking girl - keep doing that -"

he hunches behind you, lips brushing the shell of your ear, "you need to respect yourself more," he pants, biting your lobe and pulling it between his teeth, "but not until i cum."

#ask #frens <3 #fixing their friendship for them w your pussy <33333 #art donaldson smut #patrick zweig smut

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Street Rat: Chaggie - Aladdin AU

STOP! THIEF!

Vaggie: *running theough the streets of Pride with a small mob on her tail, hood drawn, and mask up* Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Mobster Boss: I'm gonna sheer your clit off for stealing from me, you little cunt!

Vaggie: Oh, so I have time then! You'd have to find the fucking thing first! *scales the nearest building easily and starts running along rooftops*

Mobster Boss: Don't just fucking stand there! Get her!

Goons: *scramble to find a way up to the roof*

Vaggie: And like that, I'm in the clear- WHOA!!!! *dodges a swinging hammer aimed at her head and speeds the other direction* Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Goon 1: She's over here!

Vaggie: *parkour jumps onto the next building and starts shuffling down the wall when a hand reaches out and pulls her inside* Shit!

Angel: For fuck sakes, Vags! Get in here!

Goons: *look down to the alley below* Where'd she go?! Where'd she go?!

Goon 2: Uh.... that way! *starts running the opposite direction with the rest following*

Vaggie: *exhales heavily* Thanks, Angel.

Angel: Psh! Don't thank me. Thank the girls for letting me hold you in here.

Vaggie: *eye widens and she looks around the room at all the girls in various stages of undress with a blush* Uhhh..... Hello, ladies. Um... thank you for letting Angel help me out.

Girls: *huff and go about their business*

Angel: Yeah, they're not a fan of broke ass bitches and bastards.

Vaggie: I can see that.... Oh, by the way. Here. *plops a wad of Hellbucks into Angel's hand* That should cover the rest of what I owe you.

Angel: Daaaaaaamn, Vagina. You really risked your neck for this haul, didn't you?

Vaggie: Vaggie... *shrugs* Better in the hands of those who need it instead of some greedy mob boss who just uses it as a spicy fleshlight.

Angel: *thumbs through the wad of cash with a smirk* Awwww, yeah. Gotta love musky money~ Well, thanks for the "donation"! So, what other trouble are ya getting into these days, Vagina?

Vaggie: For fuck sakes, it's Vaggie and you know it.... and that's fucking disgusting. I'm just trying to stay alive on the streets. You know that.

Angel: Well, there's a big festival going on in the middle of town today! Lots of schmucks with loose change for easy pickins if you catch my drift.~

Vaggie: ....What's the festival for?

Angel: Eh. Some prince or something coming to try and sway the Princess into marrying him. Doubt it's gonna work.

Vaggie: *scoffs with a snort* Not if those demon goats have anything to say about it.

Meanwhile:

Charlie: I am NOT meeting with Prince Seviathan!

Lucifer: *sweating* Come on, sweetie. Just talk to him a little. He traveled all the way from Envy to see you.

Charlie: *huffs and crosses her arms* How could you expect me to even consider him as a possible suitor when he's such an arrogant idiot! He's a jerk to literally everyone, Dad!

Lucifer: Oh, I'm sure he's gotten better since his early teens, baby.

*trumpets herald Seviathan's approach*

Lucifer: Just..... try to talk to him. *glances at Razzle and Dazzle* And YOU TWO be on your best behavior!

Razzle & Dazzle: *hooves tuck behind their backs as they sit up at attention* Baaa!/Baaap!

Lucifer: Good! *sighs* I'll be downstairs to greet him. *leaves*

Charlie: *arms still crossed* ......You two didn't actually agree to that, right?

Razzle & Dazzle: *hold up one hoof each that has their toes crossed*

Charlie: Good boys!

#street rat #street rat au #aladdin au #hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie #vaggie #lucifer #angel dust #razzle #dazzle #razzle and dazzle #seviathan mention #part 1 #im sick of ao3 tags not correlating so im putting this here

[blush-and-books]

short darvey drabble that i wrote awhile ago and feel like impulsively sharing!!! canonverse, a little over 1k word count, just... tension and pining and a little dash of angst!!

She remembers it happening for the first time – and, consequently, last time – after her and Mark come to a disappointed and inconclusive end. 

Harvey calls her, he calls because he hates texting with the stupid little keys on his phone and hates how any message he types out sounds like he’s pissed off unless he adds a smiley face like Donna tried to tell him to do, so he calls her instead. First for business, then to joke about Louis and hear her laugh over the phone, and then–

“How was your night with Mark?”

It was so easy for him. After the other time, how he just slipped into being her best friend and boss while she warded off a demon of a crush, it all seemed so simple. Ask about her boyfriend, ask about her mom and complain about the recent episode of Survivor, all the while she still feels like she is miles from normal. Something about him – between licking whipped cream off of her collar bone and sweeping her away to a shiny new law firm – rooted itself inside of her head.

She dates and flirts and goes out. She acts normal. 

She starts turning on the intercom to his office just to hear his voice. 

“Well, uh– We broke up last night, actually.”

There’s a moment of quiet. Donna kind of hopes that Harvey can just say “well, his loss” and get over it, but instead: “What’d he do?”

Donna blinks at her cup full of steaming coffee and somehow comes back into herself. “What do you mean?”

“I mean what did he do? You didn’t just decide to end it.”

Her response patiently sits at the tip of her tongue. Any hyper-specific and borderline ridiculous cause of death for her and Mark’s relationship that would be believable to Harvey, make him laugh, make him drop this– 

But Donna has a problem. 

A couple problems, actually. The first being that she doesn't like lying to Harvey. Sometimes, the intimacy of how she knows him and the increasing realization that he knows significantly less about her gives her the urge to open it all up – diaries and locked memories and she just wants him to know everything, she’s dying for it, to be understood by him. She knows everything about him and feels adoration flush with every fact – if he knew her in the same way, in the dark corners and sparkled eyes and coffee orders, couldn’t he love her just like this?

Love her with everything, because of everything? 

The second problem is that even though it burns her, she likes to stick her hand into fire and see how long it takes for the pain to register. Donna will bait him and open doors for him and he doesn’t reciprocate her feelings so he does not take it, but she’ll keep trying until he gives her something new to hold onto. 

So here she goes, again.

“You’re right, because I didn’t. He did.”

It’s just a friend telling a friend about the end of a relationship. 

It doesn’t have to be–

“Oh.” Yeah. “... Was it because of me?”

The fire stokes. Donna’s heart blisters, because yes, it was fucking because of Harvey, and how dare he even have the nerve to ask her a question like that after everything? 

She loves him with so much rage that it sours to venom for her to spit out. 

“Not everything is about you, Harvey.” It’s not even true. 

Looking back, Donna does not even remember what Harvey said in response to that. But she knows that she would remember if he ever asked about her dating life again – she draws a blank, because he never did. 

–

It’s the kind of question she never has to ask him, because the women in his life come and go for their own reasons. Donna sees how it wears him down. His want to make things work with each woman almost seems to outweigh his actual care for them at all – he charms himself into relationships and then recklessly realizes he doesn’t know where to go from there. Even though she’s never had a true friendship with Scottie, Donna knows that the end of Scottie and Harvey was all him. 

But then there’s Paula. 

Donna seethes at the thought of them – at the thought of a companionship that brings Harvey peace she’s never seen, the thought of a woman with him that knows his favorite restaurant and can read his emotions without needing a translator.

She’d just barely broken down in the office – home was where the real show started. Wine and When Harry Met Sally and so much anguish that it found itself shattered in glass shards on her kitchen floor. 

Over and over and over, a new woman who isn’t her, a new woman he wants to make it work with, he’s serious about this one–

She’s only ever been serious about him. 

An ultimatum is set, and suddenly, Donna’s world shifts. 

In all her time working for him and working with him, the most constant facet of her life that she’s ever known was that he would never not be there. She never even doubted that that wasn’t reciprocated – what else is she supposed to think when he brings her with him to his job at Pearson Hardman, when he faces a health crisis in her absence? 

The only thing she thought she knew was that wherever she was, Harvey was supposed to be there too; and she wasn’t going anywhere without him.

And then she was told that his new girlfriend demanded otherwise, and that he was actually going to listen. 

That was the final nail in the coffin. Donna knew it, then and there, that her love would have to be packed with her things in a box and dragged kicking and screaming through those elevator doors because Harvey was calling the shots like he always did, and he was calling that Paula was more important than her. 

When she got in that cab, she told herself she was finally free. And it felt like sinking.

But then he’s at her door. 

He’s there, frowning, pissed off, holding her affectionately-penned resignation letter and shredding it between his fingers. He’s there and he’s telling Donna that Paula is no longer an issue, because they aren’t together anymore. He’s there and she realizes that she’s not free at all, but she’s flying, because he’s there. 

“Are you okay?” She asks him, because she might be flying, but he doesn’t have to be. He wanted this one to work, she reminds herself. 

“Will you come back?”

It hurts in the most pleasurable way possible, because suddenly his wellbeing is tied to her, and not the other way around. Paula’s gone. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t want Donna to be gone, too. 

She’s sticking her hand into the flame again when she invites him inside for a drink, and gets burned when he tells her it won’t be happening that night. At this point, she doesn’t even feel the sting – but that’s dangerous, because she’ll just keep trying, no matter the damage. 

Donna remembers hoping he gets home safely and forgoes a glass of wine to just drink some cold water and sit in this feeling for a moment, sober and sensitive. 

He chose her. 

How tightly can she cling to that thought without it tearing? 

The next day, she goes into his office to thank him. His shoulders aren’t tense. It’s beautiful. 

As she’s leaving, she can’t help it–

“It was because of me?”

She tries not to sound prideful. She doesn’t even mean to, but she fears she does, anyway. 

Harvey nods, just once. “It was.”

Not everything is about you, Harvey. Lies from a version of herself that was tired of the fight. 

“I’m sorry,” she offers. She means it. He knows she does. 

“Don’t be.”

And then he smiles at her – a small, Harvey smile, the kind that has always been there to remind her that he’s never going to let anything happen to her. That no matter that, they are okay.

#suits tv #darvey #darvey fanfic #donna paulsen #harvey specter #suits fanfic

[virgo-barbie]

i know i’m cute and bubbly and oh so very pink but you would not believe how positively horrifying my nightmares are lol

#last night i dreamt someone kidnapped me in a taxi #and there was actually a demon inside of me #so the demon took over and i was talking in like 3 octaves to the taxi driver #telling him what i was going to do to if he didn’t let me go #just really scary stuff #and he was legit horrified lol #i had another dream someone took me to a creepy old house #and they were trying to exorcise the demon from me but it wouldn’t come out #it was just making the demon angry #i also have dreams about the apocalypse and being locked in closets and being stalked and followed #just seriously messed up stuff #bambi bubbles #dream #dream meanings #dream journal

[demigod-of-the-agni]

The pishacha are manifestations of evil itself, locked within a cursed amulet. The wearer of the amulet is at the mercy of the demon, known for possessing humans and feeding off their host's chakra energy. However, if symbiosis is achieved, the pishacha can grant its host a myriad of powerful abilities.

I just needed to draw something cool okay. I needed to draw some cool goop and some cool looks okay. okay. if I didn't post this I would have exploded okay

#IT'S VENOM BAYBEE #i can't confirm nor deny if pavitr ever ends up wearing the symbiote- sorry. the demon #i honestly just wanted to get something out lmao #it's eating me up from the inside (the au and the symbiote) #honestly there's a lot of white but fuck it. my boy needs to look good. #the dhoti reminds me of gwenom tbh. you know what i'm talking about. that pink bit in her 'fit #anyway i TOLD YOU the mythology was coming in like a boss >:) #sure i'm tweaking stuff here and there. but mwahaha.... boy does it feel good when mythology actually gets what i'm trying to go for #and spits something out for me to use :D #(crying for hours on end trying to figure out how the black goop does its thing) #anyway nearly 12am. this time i will tag my shit correctly 😤 we will not have a thompson/travasso incident again #pavitr prabhakar #spider man india #spiderman india #venom symbiote #venom #spider man fanart #mythic mumbattan au #myart #artoftheagni

[sergle]

please elaborate on the though about stealing a dog post

okay hear me out. and this is for small rural towns specifically. you know when you see that someone has a dog tied out in their yard (unfenced yard) (cute dog) (alone) and it's like a little puppy. and or. clearly a dog that is not meant to be a Yard Dog. like it's a pretty dog of a breed that's like, this is some long-haired fluffy breed of Something that is so not a keep-outside kind of dog. or just a really sweet dog that clearly needs more attention. you know. you know. and do you know when you're like. I could just take that dog....... my city now...... this could just be my dog now...............

#I DIDN'T TAKE THE DOG I'VE NEVER STOLEN A DOG but I don't have. a strong enough moral compass to be completely opposed to it #there's this PUPPY that had me going ohhhh fuck if they leave this dog outside during the night it's over for me #it's like fluffy and softsoft and it looks like some type of small-built herding breed like a border collie or an australian shepherd #and it was so sweet and was saying hi to hugo and getting all up in his face. just a very pretty and sweet puppy #the end of the story is that actually I didn't see the dog later so the puppy in question does get brought inside at least sometimes #which means that my demons have been quieted and I'm not gonna steal a dog #sergle answers #but what is that emotion bc I feel this emotion Frequently #of like I'm gonna steal your fuckin pet. if it doesn't get brought inside is2g

[getonite]

when my fyp only fuels my sebastian obsession 😔✊🏾

#( the yapper in me ) #when i say #that nun episode in s1... #that shit had me FERAL #do i do jumping jacks on tha d??? #YES #YES I DO ACTUALLY #SEEING THE GATES OF HELL AS I PROMPTLY TAKE HIS DEMON DICK INSIDE OF ME 🙏🏾 #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis smut #black butler #sebastian black butler

[futturmangamez]

Guys I saw this really cute stray cat outside of my job while I was eating lunch! I gave it a piece of ham from my sandwich because it was watching me eat 🥺

Heres the pic I took of it before it started fucking GROWLING at me for more and I had to run back inside because it was chasing me🤧😭can never do anything nice mannn

#it was so cute though #those eyes are kind of scary #i wonder if it was actually a stray #can they eat ham? #it growled like a demon monster #turns out i can run faster than a cat #well..it almost got me before i shut the door #gotta eat inside now #so much for fresh air #ham sandwich #stray cat #future man #josh futturman #josh hutcherson #roleplay

[vesemirsexual]

better world where Kiyan gets less fucked up and eventually free. he’s still got a demon in him, but he gets back to the caravan and due to the nature of the caravan, it takes like 1.5 years for anyone to notice anything weird anyway

#‘I’ve got a demon inside me’ is a common phrase at dyn marv #that could mean so many different things #this is probably the first time it’s actually meant that #katie txt

[bignasty001]

i NEED to plow this guy!

#being so fr #the demon inside me #yapping #i really need to go to bed actually #RAAAAGH

[meanya]

I have art block and I must draw

#anya rambles #im actually going insane. art is like a demon i need to exorcize from myself but i cant #so its just been festering inside me for a month. ive NEVER gone this long without drawing and its starting to eat me up... #meme #vent #tw vent #i have no mouth and i must scream #screaming #internal screaming

[quietwingsinthesky]

i just loved that the writers were like mark of cain dean slowly becomes more and more barbaric and inhuman as he can’t control this primordial, gaping wound in the form of an already healed over scar that has been borne by the devil himself and is in fact what made him the devil and therefore will make dean long and lust after maiming and ultimately murdering people with an urge stronger than any love or passion or resolution he’s ever experienced in his life And Also He’s A Huge Misogynist

well. TO BE FAIR. you have just kind of described dean when he is normal also.

#this is dean winchester we are talking about. on the ‘we hate women’ show. #god I feel like I’m gonna get to the Mark in my rewatch and the hype will have built it up too much #the mark in my head is so cool you guys have no idea because I never talk about it but trust me it is #I think I like. barely scraped a mention of it in that one Lucifer/Raphael fic and another time in a 3 sentence fic #murder death kill drive is fine but I think the mark should fuck up ur thinking even more. hallucifer 2 this time with God’s evil sister #slowly trying to eat your soul from the inside. amplifying anger for anyone sure but playing to the worst parts of someone mostly #Dean is angry but why enhance his anger when you can enhance his paranoia. his abandonment issues. his need for control. and make those the #reasons for him to lash out and kill people. I mean the show never fucking settled on if the mark actually corrupted someone into something #that they aren’t or just revealed what was already there. I felt it wanted to have both. to say to Lucifer ‘you were always sick’ and to #Dean ‘well we can fix you’ but no fuck that let’s lean hard into the revealing what’s there already aspect #I think partially I’m also still just mad about the demon origins retcon but shhhh whatever whatever #anyway. sorry for rambling anon. you are very funny. I chuckled. #ask #spn #dean winchester

[awarmshrine]

Mental illness sucks so fucking bad. Tell me why if I don't sedate myself before 7pm every night I start behaving so bizarrely that I lose access to the entire bottom tier of maslow's hierarchy. I ask a medical professional and they say I fall under the wrong insurance code to get the medication that makes me feel like I'm real.

#I convinced myself that I had feelings for my housemate (feelings are evil) #bc I loved their band so much classic 'I thought I loved god but actually I loved live music' vibes there #and then I convinced myself that bc I had feelings (evil) that there was probably a demonic entity residing inside of me #and if I didn't kill myself I at least had to confess and leave the house forever #and find somewhere to live where I was totally alone and couldn't harm anyone with my evil demonic feelings #so I confessed and told them I am leaving #and now I've lost another relationship and also my housing ^_^ #yayyy homelessness yayyyy ^_^ #the 'difficulty maintaining relationships' really popped off last night #I say all this in the past tense as if I'm not fully still deep in a freeze state panic nightmare (demons in me) (evil)

[mildcicada]

Recently looked through some of the oldest art I made as a child and it was all SOO GOOD like it was just wow it was amazing. Art rules didn't exist I just was

#ugh thats what all those famous painters said but like they were so right so true. #but also looking back at my old art in general its all like so good #like all of it. and the art i make now. im not really talking about or concerned with the actual quality or skill of the pieces they are #just all so fucking good like every aspect of it. the emotionality of it and the thoughts i had behind them all like wow.. #im not trying to be insanely narcissistic but its just like the inherent quality to all art and how i can see myself through it ... #its more intense with my own art than others through how I know my thought processes and feelings behind it but like woow all art is so goo #like all of it. literally most basic feeling of all time i know but its true. #like the sky is always there but there are only some moments when you're in full awe of it ok #but its like woow how could i in the past ever be unsatisfied with any of my art...how could i be unsatisfied with it now when its already #perfect and always has been. #ugh 1 million 'shitty' (all art is beautiful wonders of the world) drawings must be made. #the monstrous green with envy demon inside of me overtakes me 99% of the time u see but i am like at peace right now #words #mine

[chillykitty]

Apothievnoflux

An apothievnoflux individual fluctuates between repulsed, neutral, favorable and anywhere inbetween about a certain concept.

Inspired off of apothiflux, and most likely falls under apothiflux most of the time, but indicates a wider range from repulsion to favorable.

Examples: 

Someone on the asexual spectrum who fluctuates between sex repulsed, sex favorable, and anywhere in between.

Someone who feels repulsed at being gendered one day but may get euphoria from being gendered another day.

Apothi- comes from the Greek word apothisan, meaning repulsed.

-Evno- comes from the Greek word evnoïkós, meaning favorable.

-flux is short for fluctuate.

This term is left intentionally vague, if it feels like it fits you at all, then you are free to use it! It'd most likely get paired with a label that feels like it needs clarifying in some way (like an asexual may want to clarify whether they're sex repulsed or favorable) but not necessarily.

Some more specific labels that fall under apothievnoflux + flags below the cut

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Apothievnoaceflux - flag made by combining the aceflux, apothisexual and apothievnoflux flags

An apothievnoaceflux individual is someone who is aceflux or otherwise on the asexual spectrum and fluctuates between sex repulsed, neutral, favorable and anywhere in between. It may or may not correlate to how much sexual attraction they feel at that moment.

Apothievnoaroflux - flag made by combining the aroflux, apothiromantic and apothievnoflux flags

An appothievnoaroflux individual is someone who is aroflux or otherwise on the aromantic spectrum and fluctuates between romance repulsed, favorable and anywhere in between. It may or may not correlate to how much romantic attraction they feel at that moment.

Apothievnoaroaceflux - flag made by combining the aroaceflux and apothievnoflux flags

An appothievnoaroaceflux individual is someone who is aroaceflux or otherwise on the aroace spectrum and fluctuates between romance/sex repulsed, neutral, favorable and anywhere in between. It may or may not correlate to how much romantic/sexual attraction they feel at that moment. And the sex and romantic repulsion may or may not occur at the same time/intensity.

Apothievnogenderflux - flag made by combining the nonbinary and apothievnoflux flags

An apothievnogenderflux individual is someone who is genderflux or otherwise nonbinary/agender/genderfluid/ect. and fluctuates between feeling repulsed/dysphoric, neutral, favorable/euphoric and anywhere in between at the concept of being gendered. It may or may not correlate to how much gender they have/how strongly they feel their gender at that moment.

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I made this for my own aroaceflux microlabel loving self. I believe it's because of that autistic urge for exact language but I usually don’t feel comfortable using a label until I have a very specific and accurate label under it. Like I didn’t feel comfortable calling myself asexual until I found aceflux. Idk brain quirky.

Idea: You could also use Evnoflux which I'd guess would indicate fluctuating but leaning towards favoring?  Idk just a thought, feel free to take this and run with it

also sorry if theres typos the dyslexia is stabbing me today :/

#apothievnoflux #apothiflux #Apothievnoaceflux #aceflux #Apothievnoaroflux #aroflux #aroflux flag #Apothievnogenderflux #genderflux #sex repulsion #romance repulsion #microlabel #mogai #gray asexual #gray romantic #coined by me ig? i couldnt find anything else similar but lmk #i literally dont know how there can be blogs dedicated to this stuff #the evil little self hatred demon inside of me is yelling that im cringe for wanting a microlabel so specific #i am trying slap the demon dw i am cringe but i am free #i apparently actually hate coining terms fun fact i just like having a super specific term even more adjsakdksfk

[mrsmarlasinger]

Hmmmmmmmm quick question! What do you do when your executive dysfunction has reached such a critical state that you:

are actively ignoring things you desperately need to do

are ghosting your employers (even though you can make it all go away by doing the one thing you most need to do: send an email and QUIT)

have almost three dozen notifications that you can't even bring yourself to look at

completely unironically have done nothing but sleep and flip between two apps for days

are fucking up your professional/financial future even though you need to move out in a matter of months

✨and✨

are paralyzed by anxiety that keeps mounting to increasingly unsustainable heights

YET

you GENUINELY CANNOT figure out how to PHYSICALLY FORCE YOUR BODY to do the (extremely short, extremely important) list of things you keep telling yourself you're going to do

because at this point you can't even shower or change the clothes you've been wearing for days on end?

Asking for a friend. I'm the friend.

#i'm actually really really scared at this point #i don't know what to do i can't get unstuck i feel like i'm being fucking possessed by a demon of sloth or something (idk i'm not catholic) #the last time this happened THIS badly was a year ago in my last semester of college #i literally was not going to graduate bc I couldn't finish my online course and i was every day paralyzed with fear but i COULDN'T #eventually i sat down once for 8 hrs straight and once for 27 hrs straight and knocked it out in two sittings. how did i do that #i feel like i have no control over myself. all i am all the time is tired and miserable and scared and i can't stop sleeping i just can't #i sleep through every single day and i can't stop it. i can't even stop myself from eating chips and candy and fucking bullshit like that #i'm literally just in what feels like a crisis but it's the most static passive crisis on earth and looks from the outside like NOTHING #like you talk to me and think i'm fine and just being really lazy but inside i am panicking and i hate myself but i'm STUCK #idk what to do like i honestly wish i had meth or coke at this point lol. anything to force my brain out of this fucking static haze #i think i'll pound some kratom. red to gloss over the anxiety‚ white for energy. just parachute a couple grams and cure it. i hope. #god you have no idea what i'd do just to get off tumblr and reddit for ten minutes #personal #executive dysfunction #adhd #depression #actually adhd #actually depressed #untreated adhd #vent #vent tw #vent cw #tw vent #cw vent #mental illness #mental illness tw