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[tadc-ragatha]

Being Their Friend

TW: Breakdowns/crises (mentioned), knives, swearing, centipedes, bullying, general mental health stuff, Zooble's limbs being (painlessly) moved/stored/body horror

Type: Headcanons

A/N: Hi. These are just for fun; don't get up in arms if they aren't perfect (they can't be anyway, considering how far into the show we are). Requests aren't open (EDIT: they are open now). Spoilers obviously. Includes only the main six because I honestly don't know enough about Caine yet.

Pomni

Being her friend entails a multitude of existential crises. Everyone's trying to find their own way to cope, but expect to be helping her through many a panic attack. She's a hot mess most of the time, and doesn't really know what to do.

As seen in the trailer, she still gets scared of getting hurt, much unlike people like Ragatha who know they can't be harmed by knives or whatever else Caine throws at them. It'd be your job to help calm her down during these situations and help her adjust to not being hurt.

Other than that, I imagine once Pomni gets (semi) used to living in the digital circus you'd spend a lot of time looking for the exit. She definitely wants to get out of there before she becomes abstracted--something she knows is possible with her mental state. She also just wants to get her and everyone else out of there. Even that jackass Jax.

Pomni would take a lot of comfort in the things that connect her to the real world like food. If she offers you some food, you know you're really friends with her. If she had access to drawing/painting equipment or whatnot, I reckon she'd try to draw herself in her real form (if she could remember). She's like to see what you look like, and would compliment you on your appearance.

Ragatha

Ragatha's been in the digital circus for a while, and is much more comfortable with it than some of her other friends (or so she likes to pretend). She's fine with getting hit with knives as seen in her introduction short and likely wouldn't be scared of dying by anything else. As she said, her only fear is centipedes.

Still, it'll be your job to get them out of her room for her. Everyone knows what an arsehole Jax can be, and she sure as hell isn't risking walking into her room to find tens of thousands of them. If you don't do it, she's staying in your room for an indefinite amount of time.

Actually, I think Ragatha would like to have sleepovers anyway. It'd keep her impending thoughts at bay. Even if she doesn't require sleep, it's fun and reminds her of home. Like I said in Pomni's section, I think she'd enjoy drawing or painting. Or any creative visual art really, but especially drawing and painting for the purpose of making pictures of what you look like outside of the digital world.

Though be warned, the sight of her may send her off on a spiral of homesickness. Since Ragatha serves as a kind of rock of stability (as best as her overly optimistic self can), seeing her collapse may cause the others to collapse, too. Except maybe Jax, but it'll be up to you to try and get everyone back together before abstraction happens.

Jax

First of all, I don't know if this is possible. Not only are we so little into the show to really know, but Gooseworx also said he's going to have some really bad scenes. So, I suppose you won the lottery in doing this...Maybe. It really depends on how you look at it.

Because first of all, he's still a massive dick. He's just rude to everyone, so expect nothing different. He'll still be a jerk to you, "prank" you, or really, just straight up bully you. Honestly, half the time you can't even tell this guy is supposed to like you. He doesn't even really say sorry unless it's sarcastic.

The only way you can tell he likes you as a friend is when he gets all up in arms about you being annoyed at him. At first, at least, he's confused as to why you can't just let it go. Over time, though, he gets more in tune with his emotions and starts to mellow out a little.

However, it does come with the perk of having someone who will beat the ever-loving life out of whoever hurt you. Okay, well, not that far--he's got to keep his reputation as someone who doesn't care about other people, so he'll at most just be a bit of a bigger pain in their side. But it's still there.

Things you'd do together include terrorising the other members (or, he tries to get you in on it, anyway), sneaking into people's rooms to snoop around, and all-in-all just being a bit of a pain. But you also do other things; he seems like he's not one for visual arts or theatre, but maybe he could play an instrument and may--very heavy on the "may"--teach you some stuff. Otherwise, I don't think he's an arts guy. He'd enjoy video games, though, if they had those! And going to the digital carnival for thrills along with just exploring the grounds.

Kinger

Kinger would be an interesting friend. I have two routes for this guy based on a theory I saw. Route one follows him actually being on the brink of insanity/abstraction. In this route, you have to make sure he's alright. Just be gentle with him and check up on him every now and then. But don't be in his face all the time. Everyone needs a bit of personal space.

You can still hang out with Kinger, obviously. You can still talk about things you'd normally talk about, whatever that may be. Just don't bring up the abstracted queen (who I shall be calling Queener). It'll bring up some...Bad memories.

Anyways, my second route is this: based on a theory, Kinger is actually one of the more stable ones in the group, and is just pretending to be on the brink of losing it. Basically, if I remember right, he's pretending in order to get out of the activities/shenanigans of the group.

But no matter what his reason for doing it is, he's smart as hell. Having tricked everyone, it'd take a keen eye to figure it out. If you do, he'd be impressed. Once he trusts you enough, the two of you will discuss the other circus members and how to outsmart them secretly. You'll also just hang out, gossip...He feels like a guy who'd be into drama, with his whole being the actual king thing. You two would do some impromptu skits and whatnot to pass the time.

Gangle

Oh, Gangle. What would you do with Gangle? Well, you'd certainly have to be gentle with her. She's a very fragile soul--and also fragile physically--and needs some care. Help her repair her mask, or better yet, stop Jax from breaking it in the first place. In fact, just stop him from doing any mean stuff to her in the first place.

Other than that, Gangle is someone who'd actually enjoy drawing as a hobby and not just a memories thing. She draws anime, and would make you and her anime personas with cool abilities and features like wings and shit. I imagine her art style is very early-mid 2000s anime, with the really big eyes and whatnot.

Anyways, I reckon she'd also write. Mostly fanfiction when she wasn't stuck in the digital world, but since there's no fandoms to write about now she'd start branching out into her own original stories. But don't get me wrong; if anyone was going to write about their friends and fellow members it'd be her. She just hides it somewhere other than her room. Gangle would like to write stories about your sonas going on adventures and saving the world.

Eventually, these stories probably get found by Jax or someone else (but probably Jax). He'd laugh his arse off at them and would run to tell everyone about it. Unless you can absolutely beat the shit out of him, prepare to do some explaining and also comforting for her.

Zooble

Zooble does not give much of a shit about the others. They wouldn't let them die (at least I think so), but they're in no way buddy-buddy with them. In order to be friends with them, you'd have to meet their strict criteria. So, good job on that!

Being friends with them would either involve lots of gossip because they want to talk shit about people and complain, or it'd have no gossip because they honestly couldn't care less about the others. I can't tell. But if you do gossip, I imagine they know a lot about the other members. You'd be filled in on everything they know, too. They've been dying for someone to tell this too.

Zooble's also very particular about their looks, as seen in their introductory short. They have many stored limbs and whatnot to swap around for their mood. Don't mess with their body by switching around their antennae-like things or ripping off their body parts like Jax. They will retaliate.

Going off of this, though, I imagine they're pretty strong. I mean, they choked Jax like that. So, if anyone (him) comes around to piss you off, you best bet they'll be on their way to beat his arse. Though, it probably ends in a tug-of-war with one of their arms.

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Too Much

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader

Word Count: 1832

TW: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Breakdown, Feeling Overwhelmed

Note: Thanks to the anon who requested this ask. Hangman might be slightly OOC but this is very self-indulgent given the week I've had 😅

Top Gun Masterlist

Standing at the kitchen sink, you stare blankly straight ahead. This week has been one disaster after another. First, your most reliable teammate at work quit without notice leaving you scrambling to complete not only your work but theirs as well. Next, the washing machine broke, and it was going to be almost a week before someone could come take a look at it. Then today when you came out of the grocery store, you noticed a huge dent in your car door that hadn’t been there when you went in, and no one had left a note. 

And on top of all of that, Jake was being sent on another mission in a few days, leaving you home alone to worry that he might never come back. Just the thought of his impending trip was causing you to have nightmares which then left you too shaken up to fall back asleep. This resulted in you only getting a few hours of sleep for the past three or four nights. It was just too much for you to handle all at once.

You hear the front door open, and you quickly wipe away the tears that were forming in the corners of your eyes. Jake has enough on his plate at the moment, he doesn’t need to worry about you too. Especially not over such trivial things. He needs to keep all of his focus on the upcoming mission.

So, as he walks into the kitchen with a sigh and throws his jacket on the table, you turn and give him a small smile. “Hi, honey. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, those idiots just keep screwing up the mission training. No one besides me has been able to complete the practice run without being shot down and if they don’t shape up, they’re gonna get us all killed.”

You go rigid at the thought, and you bite your lip to try and keep the tears from welling up again. Jake doesn’t seem to notice as he comes over, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” you say curtly. “I’m almost ready to stick dinner in the oven but it won’t be ready for another hour. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Jake says distractedly as he stares down at your hand. “What happened here?” He gently twists your wrist so he can see the gauze you had wrapped tightly around your palm.

You pull out of his grasp and try to downplay it as much as possible. “Oh, it’s nothing. I wasn’t paying attention and I cut it while I was chopping the vegetables. But it’s fine.” You didn’t mention the half of a roll of paper towels you went through trying to stop the bleeding or that you had already changed the dressing once. It was just another thing that Jake didn’t need to worry about.

Jake continues to stare at you suspiciously, but he nods as he changes the subject. “So, they want me to leave on Monday instead of Tuesday. They think it’ll be better to give us an extra day onsite to make sure everything’s in order.”

You slowly release a long breath. “Okay. I’ll try and see if I can change those reservations we had to Sunday night instead.” Turning back to tonight’s dinner preparations, you ask, “Do you think the rest of your team will be ready by then if you said they still haven’t completed the run?”

“They better be. Twister still hesitates before taking a shot and Chopper won’t take any risks while flying. He’ll only do by-the-book maneuvers and it makes him just too damn predictable. I keep telling that idiot he’s going to get shot out of the sky immediately if he doesn’t cut that shit out, but he doesn’t listen.”

You chuckle softly, “And I’m sure you were nice and polite about it when you told him.”

Jake grins, “I may or may not have thrown around some choice words and called him a few names, but I think I got my point across.”

As you open your mouth to reply, you pick up a glass off the counter to move it. Unfortunately, because of the thick layer of gauze wrapped around your hand, the glass slips from your grasp and crashes to the floor, shattering instantly.

Jake glances down at it and casually shrugs. “Oops. Oh well. Let me go get you the broom.”

While it seems as if he doesn’t care about the mess, you stare down at the broken glass spread across the floor as if it had been a Fabergé egg or a priceless heirloom. You know it was just a cheap glass from the supermarket, but it is the final straw. Tears start to leak down your face as you stifle a sob.

Jake, who is just about to leave the kitchen to get the broom, turns back to look at you in confusion. “Babe, it’s okay. It was a $3 glass. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I don’t care that it wasn’t expensive! It’s just one more thing going wrong! Why does everything always have to go wrong?” you cry, struggling to keep some sort of composure.

The confusion in Jake’s face deepens. “What are you talking about? What else has been going wrong?”

But instead of answering him, you turn back to the food you were preparing, still trying to hold back your tears. “Nothing. Just…. nothing.”

You can hear Jake crunching over the glass as he approaches you and rests his hands on your shoulders. “Hey. Talk to me.” Yet you just shake your head.

With a sigh, he takes your hand and begins to pull you out of the kitchen, but you resist. “Jake, if I don’t put this in the oven now, we won’t be eating dinner until after nine o’clock.”

“So? We can eat at midnight for all I care. Right now, this is more important.”

Reluctantly, you allow him to lead you over to the couch and pull you down so you are settled on top of his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. As you snuggle back deeper into him, you feel his lips gently brushing across the back of your neck and across your shoulders. “Now, what’s wrong?”

You start to brush him off again, but everything has been building up so much that as soon as you open your mouth it all just comes tumbling out. “Everything’s been going so wrong this week! First work, then the washing machine, then my car, now my hand and the glass! And through everything all I can think about is that you’re about to leave again!”

A sob interrupts your rant, but Jake just holds you tighter as he silently waits for you to continue. “And I’m so tired. I try to sleep but every time I close my eyes, I just see your plane going down. I know you’ve been in risky situations before, but this is so much more dangerous than those. You said they’re predicting you’ll have to get into some real dogfighting. No one’s managed a confirmed take down in almost thirty years. If you get into a fight….” You trail off, unable to actually say the words out loud.

Jake places a long kiss on the back of your neck. “Baby, you know me. I’ve got this.”

“But…. What if you don’t? Don’t get me wrong, I know you are an amazing pilot, and you can out-fly pretty much anyone but all it takes is one small thing to go wrong. I just…. I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

You feel his nose nuzzle gently right behind your ear. “You’re right. It’s gonna be really dangerous and I can’t promise you without a doubt that I’ll make it back. But what I can promise is that you’ll never be out of my mind, and I’ll fight with everything I have to make it back to you. I hope that’s enough.”

He twists you around slightly, so you are now looking directly at him. “But baby, why didn’t you tell me any of this? If something was bothering you, I need to know.”

“Because you’re literally about to go risk your life in just a few days and you need to focus. My stupid little problems in no way compare to that.”

“Your problems aren’t stupid. And yeah, I need to focus, but part of that comes from knowing you’re okay. You do so much for me every single day to make my life easier while making yours harder. I mean, like tonight. You’ve been having a terrible week yet here you are making sure I have dinner when I come home. While I appreciate that, this relationship isn’t supposed to be one sided. It’s not always you give and I take. I know I can be a little self-centered or selfish with other people-”

“A little?” you snort teasingly between tears.

Jake nudges you playfully. “-but I don’t want to be that with you. So, if you’re having a rough time and need me to pick up some of the slack, just say the word.”

You search his face for a moment. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Like right now, what can I do to make you feel better?”

“Can we just sit here together for a bit?” you ask.

Jake smiles and presses a kiss to your temple. “If that’s what my baby wants, that’s what my baby gets.” He pulls you back against his chest once again and you bury your face into his neck. The two of you just lay wrapped in each other’s arms, safe and relaxed. And soon, with the beat of his heart against your back and the soft brush of his breath on your cheek, you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

You are awakened by the smell of something burning. Opening your eyes, you instantly notice the layer of smoke that has filled the room. Glancing over toward the kitchen, you see Jake standing there holding the blackened, charred remains of the dish you had prepared earlier. Cursing under his breath, he attempts to close the oven door with his foot, but he almost topples over instead.

You giggle at his antics and his head shoots up to see that you are awake. Grinning sheepishly, he holds out the pan. “Dinner’s ready.”

You climb off the couch and walk over to him, noticing all the glass has been swept up. You close the oven door with a smirk before glancing down at the ruined dish then back up to him. “So, this is you picking up the slack, huh?”

Jake shrugs. “Hey, I tried! But why don’t we just agree now that the nights you don’t feel like making dinner, I’ll just stop and pick something up on the way home.”

You smile as you lean in for a kiss. “Sounds like a plan.”

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[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Too Much

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader

Word Count: 1832

TW: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Breakdown, Feeling Overwhelmed

Note: Hangman might be slightly OOC but this is very self-indulgent given the week I've had 😅 Thank you to @skvatnavle for looking this over for me!

Top Gun Masterlist

Standing at the kitchen sink, you stare blankly straight ahead. This week has been one disaster after another. First, your most reliable teammate at work quit without notice leaving you scrambling to complete not only your work but theirs as well. Next, the washing machine broke, and it was going to be almost a week before someone could come take a look at it. Then today when you came out of the grocery store, you noticed a huge dent in your car door that hadn’t been there when you went in, and no one had left a note. 

And on top of all of that, Jake was being sent on another mission in a few days, leaving you home alone to worry that he might never come back. Just the thought of his impending trip was causing you to have nightmares which then left you too shaken up to fall back asleep. This resulted in you only getting a few hours of sleep for the past three or four nights. It was just too much for you to handle all at once.

You hear the front door open, and you quickly wipe away the tears that were forming in the corners of your eyes. Jake has enough on his plate at the moment, he doesn’t need to worry about you too. Especially not over such trivial things. He needs to keep all of his focus on the upcoming mission.

So, as he walks into the kitchen with a sigh and throws his jacket on the table, you turn and give him a small smile. “Hi, honey. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, those idiots just keep screwing up the mission training. No one besides me has been able to complete the practice run without being shot down and if they don’t shape up, they’re gonna get us all killed.”

You go rigid at the thought, and you bite your lip to try and keep the tears from welling up again. Jake doesn’t seem to notice as he comes over, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” you say curtly. “I’m almost ready to stick dinner in the oven but it won’t be ready for another hour. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Jake says distractedly as he stares down at your hand. “What happened here?” He gently twists your wrist so he can see the gauze you had wrapped tightly around your palm.

You pull out of his grasp and try to downplay it as much as possible. “Oh, it’s nothing. I wasn’t paying attention and I cut it while I was chopping the vegetables. But it’s fine.” You didn’t mention the half of a roll of paper towels you went through trying to stop the bleeding or that you had already changed the dressing once. It was just another thing that Jake didn’t need to worry about.

Jake continues to stare at you suspiciously, but he nods as he changes the subject. “So, they want me to leave on Monday instead of Tuesday. They think it’ll be better to give us an extra day onsite to make sure everything’s in order.”

You slowly release a long breath. “Okay. I’ll try and see if I can change those reservations we had to Sunday night instead.” Turning back to tonight’s dinner preparations, you ask, “Do you think the rest of your team will be ready by then if you said they still haven’t completed the run?”

“They better be. Twister still hesitates before taking a shot and Chopper won’t take any risks while flying. He’ll only do by-the-book maneuvers and it makes him just too damn predictable. I keep telling that idiot he’s going to get shot out of the sky immediately if he doesn’t cut that shit out, but he doesn’t listen.”

You chuckle softly, “And I’m sure you were nice and polite about it when you told him.”

Jake grins, “I may or may not have thrown around some choice words and called him a few names, but I think I got my point across.”

As you open your mouth to reply, you pick up a glass off the counter to move it. Unfortunately, because of the thick layer of gauze wrapped around your hand, the glass slips from your grasp and crashes to the floor, shattering instantly.

Jake glances down at it and casually shrugs. “Oops. Oh well. Let me go get you the broom.”

While it seems as if he doesn’t care about the mess, you stare down at the broken glass spread across the floor as if it had been a Fabergé egg or a priceless heirloom. You know it was just a cheap glass from the supermarket, but it is the final straw. Tears start to leak down your face as you stifle a sob.

Jake, who is just about to leave the kitchen to get the broom, turns back to look at you in confusion. “Babe, it’s okay. It was a $3 glass. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I don’t care that it wasn’t expensive! It’s just one more thing going wrong! Why does everything always have to go wrong?” you cry, struggling to keep some sort of composure.

The confusion in Jake’s face deepens. “What are you talking about? What else has been going wrong?”

But instead of answering him, you turn back to the food you were preparing, still trying to hold back your tears. “Nothing. Just…. nothing.”

You can hear Jake crunching over the glass as he approaches you and rests his hands on your shoulders. “Hey. Talk to me.” Yet you just shake your head.

With a sigh, he takes your hand and begins to pull you out of the kitchen, but you resist. “Jake, if I don’t put this in the oven now, we won’t be eating dinner until after nine o’clock.”

“So? We can eat at midnight for all I care. Right now, this is more important.”

Reluctantly, you allow him to lead you over to the couch and pull you down so you are settled on top of his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. As you snuggle back deeper into him, you feel his lips gently brushing across the back of your neck and across your shoulders. “Now, what’s wrong?”

You start to brush him off again, but everything has been building up so much that as soon as you open your mouth it all just comes tumbling out. “Everything’s been going so wrong this week! First work, then the washing machine, then my car, now my hand and the glass! And through everything all I can think about is that you’re about to leave again!”

A sob interrupts your rant, but Jake just holds you tighter as he silently waits for you to continue. “And I’m so tired. I try to sleep but every time I close my eyes, I just see your plane going down. I know you’ve been in risky situations before, but this is so much more dangerous than those. You said they’re predicting you’ll have to get into some real dogfighting. No one’s managed a confirmed take down in almost thirty years. If you get into a fight….” You trail off, unable to actually say the words out loud.

Jake places a long kiss on the back of your neck. “Baby, you know me. I’ve got this.”

“But…. What if you don’t? Don’t get me wrong, I know you are an amazing pilot, and you can out-fly pretty much anyone but all it takes is one small thing to go wrong. I just…. I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

You feel his nose nuzzle gently right behind your ear. “You’re right. It’s gonna be really dangerous and I can’t promise you without a doubt that I’ll make it back. But what I can promise is that you’ll never be out of my mind, and I’ll fight with everything I have to make it back to you. I hope that’s enough.”

He twists you around slightly, so you are now looking directly at him. “But baby, why didn’t you tell me any of this? If something was bothering you, I need to know.”

“Because you’re literally about to go risk your life in just a few days and you need to focus. My stupid little problems in no way compare to that.”

“Your problems aren’t stupid. And yeah, I need to focus, but part of that comes from knowing you’re okay. You do so much for me every single day to make my life easier while making yours harder. I mean, like tonight. You’ve been having a terrible week yet here you are making sure I have dinner when I come home. While I appreciate that, this relationship isn’t supposed to be one sided. It’s not always you give and I take. I know I can be a little self-centered or selfish with other people-”

“A little?” you snort teasingly between tears.

Jake nudges you playfully. “-but I don’t want to be that with you. So, if you’re having a rough time and need me to pick up some of the slack, just say the word.”

You search his face for a moment. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Like right now, what can I do to make you feel better?”

“Can we just sit here together for a bit?” you ask.

Jake smiles and presses a kiss to your temple. “If that’s what my baby wants, that’s what my baby gets.” He pulls you back against his chest once again and you bury your face into his neck. The two of you just lay wrapped in each other’s arms, safe and relaxed. And soon, with the beat of his heart against your back and the soft brush of his breath on your cheek, you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

You are awakened by the smell of something burning. Opening your eyes, you instantly notice the layer of smoke that has filled the room. Glancing over toward the kitchen, you see Jake standing there holding the blackened, charred remains of the dish you had prepared earlier. Cursing under his breath, he attempts to close the oven door with his foot, but he almost topples over instead.

You giggle at his antics and his head shoots up to see that you are awake. Grinning sheepishly, he holds out the pan. “Dinner’s ready.”

You climb off the couch and walk over to him, noticing all the glass has been swept up. You close the oven door with a smirk before glancing down at the ruined dish then back up to him. “So, this is you picking up the slack, huh?”

Jake shrugs. “Hey, I tried! But why don’t we just agree now that the nights you don’t feel like making dinner, I’ll just stop and pick something up on the way home.”

You smile as you lean in for a kiss. “Sounds like a plan.”

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 🥃 What do you think of Kusig?

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Revelation's head SNAPPED up with sudden excitement at such a name, " KUSIG! MY FELLOW SHARD! Ohhh, he is a WONDER! Ha-haaaah! Oh, how I care for him just as I do the rest! " hic. He waved his glass about, though he soon began to slowly falter over time, 'til his glass smacked onto the table with his hand.

" But... "

His joyous expression turned into a much, much different one. One mixed with drunken bitterness.

" ... I just wish... h-he hadn't cast me out. The things I'd seen... the realities witnessed... the whispers of the Warp Gods and the screams of people that begged for my mercy, my understanding, my compassion... and our-- my sons. My children... "

" S-Ssso much... so much could have changed-- if I had just been there, to... to praise Perturabo for such military efforts-- to tell my children of the Warp... to warn Fulgrim of the Blade... so many things... so many things just needed understanding... love and care... " His hand slowly slipped from the table. He placed his head in his hands, letting out a noise that could only be described as a sob.

" ... what did I do...? It is so dark... and the light can only shine for so long... Horus, Lorgar, Mortarion, Perturabo, everyone... I failed you... "

And finally, the shard devolved into quiet, hushed sobs-- like a child terrified of summoning a creature from the depths of the Warp from their moment of weakness.

#he shall answer ask answered. #interred upon the throne in character / ic. #speak now inquisitor anonymous. #ask to tag tw #alcohol tw #depression tw #breakdown tw

[real-hot-grl-shi]

Fuck.

Tw!!!: Sexual thoughts, depressive episodes, my ex. (a whole ass warning.), sex, mentions of sh, wet dreams, mentions of breakdowns, mentions of going non verbal, depression, hypersexuality, the word fuck is used alot, mentions of fainting(??), mentions of kinks (degration), humiliation (you need to squint to see it.), real life events (fuck my life) 

I feel nasty. 

My dreams are always subtle, never violent or sexual in any regard, until last night. And even worse, it wasn’t somebody I wanted to remember. Now now, and not ever. Heavy breathing, soft moaning of each others names, whatever. Its not that im upset about the dream. Dreams like those come every once in a while, but the person who was in it. My ex. The one who built me up and broke me down like a jenga tower. It wasn’t just sex though. It would never be just sex. It was love. Something both beautiful but a curse. Something that made me who I am today. A sloppy, helpless, hopeless romantic. In that six seven hour dream, it went like it was reality. He took me out, we watched movies, we geeked out about shows, etcetera. But the last thing he said to me in that dream, us breathing heavy, skin to skin, sweating like hogs, was “I love you.” 

Lies.

I woke up, shaking, soaking, and mentally shaming myself of my dream. The memories of it hit me like a train, focing me to be in a state of shock. I couldn’t even move. And what was worse is that all of those damn memories of him. Hit me once again. His name played in my head like a broken record. And all I can feel is the puddle of my release coating a margin of my sheets, and covering the majority of my thighs. My body was coated with a layer of sweat and I could. Not. Stop. Shaking. I felt like a hog. And I smelt like sex. Despite me being a virgin. I was never obligated to any type of sexual actions, well, most. I haven’t felt like this in a while. And I never wanted to feel like this again. My head was ringing, and all I could make out was the loud babbles of my little sister in the other room I couldnt even talk. This is exactly what I was scared of the moment that I fell for that idiot. The moment that I gave my heart to that idiot. The moent what I gave my body to that idiot. That idiot. Eventually, I did muster the strength to get up and drag my trembling body to the bathroom. I didnt want to touch a inch of my body. It felt like I was inprisoned in my own desires and fanasties. The right side of my head was pounding and my eyes were lidded, trying to block out all the light that poured into my retnas. My body, still covered in sweat was now squeezed together, my tlighs especially. I wonder how he would feel if he saw me like this, no clothes on, soaking wet, sitting on the lid of the toilet seat, and whimpering, not in pleasure, but shame. Nothing but shame was what I found. How dare I feel this amount of pleasure to the person who left me to rot. How dare I get turned on when he degraded me. How dare I still love him deep deep down after all these months. How dare i. 

It had to be 15 minutes before I stood up again, all I was wanting to do was get my hands on him, and on myself. But I would’nt. I could’nt. Hell, I didnt even have the energy to speak a full sentence. It was tourture. Nothing but tourture. If we were still together, I would’ve been calling him right now and getting ready all giddy and joyful, like I used to be. But now its different. Instead of giggling with me he would be laughing at me. And how im so desprate for any type of romantic affection, I would get it from my ex if I had to. Nasty. Disqusting.  All i could do was look at myself. Past scars that were now healed and now visible to the eye still were shown in my vision. My brown eyes had this dark glint that I can’t even explain, and my mouth was open, panting like a dog. All I could say was one thing.

“You look nasty.” I hissed to myself, my voice cracky but quiet, like a kittens mew in the dead of night. I let out a small weep, closing my eyes and letting my upper half of my body drop to the rim of the sink, my arms covering my head and hair in shame of what i have done. What have I done? It was evident that it was’nt a good doing, but was it intentional? Absolutely not. I just wanted to be loved and appreciated. But I couldn’t even have that from the person that I loved, from the person who I love. Someone get me a nerd that is tall and slender before i have a breakdown. Pretty please?? I thought to myself, letting out a small snicker, and holding my head up. I miss my father. Where did that come from? He left three years ago! Whatever. Back to being sad I guess. I walked out of the bathroom, only to find myself slumping back on the bed without a inch of energy left in my body. It felt like all my body shut down, but im still conscious. Is this another episode? 

Right. My mom doesn’t give a shit enough to take me to the doctor. But she of course take my sister to the doctor for a stye that only gotten bigger because she waited long enough. Its not like i hate my sister, in fact im happy to see her in a better state, but it feels like im just some rando in this house ever since she turned one year old. It felt like i was paralyzed, more and more thoughts just jamming into my brain, more and more reasons to end it all, I thought. 

My alarm clock went off, songs by Summer Walker and Brent Faiyaz filling the room. Not a good time for slow music. I closed my eyes, too awake to go back to sleep but too asleep to open them again. Of course, the song was about sex. I let out a heavy breath beginning to shake as the lyrics flowed into my mind like a damn cartoon, clear as day. Fuck was the only word i could think about, different meanings, same word. I felt like a mindless zombie but instead of wanting brains, i wanted some dick instead. Fucking whore. I abuptly thought as the song “Body” By Summer Walker ended. Body. Nice title. Nice song. Nice meaning. Especially when you listen closely to it, instead of listening to it when you fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I want to fuc- *click.*  

My train of thought ended when the door opened, my mother seeing my sweaty dazed state but not paying it any attention, telling me that shes about to leave to drop my little sister off. I hope she has fun at daycare, unlike how im getting flooded with dirty thoughts of how i could be fucking like bunnies with someone if i had a better body, a better personality, a better attitude, a better closet which i would’ve had if my mom let me live a little. Fuck this. Fuck me. I thought at once, the right side of my head hurting, still soaking wet, looking like i went though hell and back, and  getting up to pick out my clothes for school against my will. Fuck.

#hypersexual #hyper sex drive #vent post #vent #venting #tw vent #personal vent #tw depressing stuff #depressing shit #tw depressing thoughts #depression #personal shit #self h@rm #sh mention #tw self destruction #i wanna kms #tw suggestive #suggestive #Breakdown Tw #wer #wet dream #black relationships #relationships #black art #relationship problems #girl problems #I feel nasty

[one-black-rotary-phone]

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST

Ghost Kids When They Were Kidnapped

You ask and you shall receive. I'm not including the uh... The certain inappropriate stuff because no. Listen I don't know the time frame of the kidnappings so I don't know if Max was there the whole time, but let's pretend he was.

Not proofread.

Kidnapping TW, anxiety, breakdowns, etc. Violence and child murder/death. Torture. Do NOT read this if you have an inkling that you may be triggered. This gets dark.

Griffin

This boy was the first and the youngest of the group. He has no way of knowing there was about to be a serial kidnapper and killer going around, nor that he would be the first target. I feel like The Grabber would have been more anxious about the kidnapping and therefore would've killed Griffin sooner.

Albert Shaw would've taken Griffin while he was on his way home from school, just like everyone else. I feel like Griffin lived a good way out of town, so he usually got the car or bus to and from school. That day, however, he was practicing walking part of the way home on his own. It was only when he didn't complete the trip to his mother's work was he reported missing. Griffin was definitely the easiest to kidnap, being the smallest and lightest and the one who never had a chance of knowing what was about to happen.

But for the short time that he was there he screamed and cried his lungs and heart out. All Griffin wanted was to go home. He didn't care if he couldn't report the Grabber, and he tried to tell him that, but he wouldn't listen. I also feel like The Grabber used to be a lot more outwardly cruel (though he still was by the end) towards his victims, so he probably beat Griffin up a few times just for the hell of it. However, Griffin's death was probably the quickest out of everyone, since the Grabber just wanted to job done. It's because he was there not very long that he knows Finney doesn't have much time.

Billy

With a little experience under his belt, Albert Shaw felt a little more confident in taking his next victim. However, he hadn't yet become known amongst the community for who he was to become, so Billy was still pretty calm about the situation. Everyone assumed it was just a one-off incident.

As we know, Billy was the exception to the 'picked up after school' pattern; he was kidnapped while doing the morning paper run. I feel like Billy had specifically trained his dog not to run over to people or bark while on the paper run as to not disturb the people, which happened to be pinnacle in his demise. I feel like it happened right when he finished doing the papers. The Grabber had memorised his routine and swooped in at the last moment to 'offer a ride him for those tired legs'. We all know what happened next.

Once Billy was down in the basement, he was immediately trying to scream for help. The Grabber informed him that wasn't going to work, so he decided to escape. He had heard Max calling his brother from upstairs, which is why he tried to climb the stairs; he was looking for Max. But he didn't find Max (despite Max apparently never sleeping due to being high. IDK how that worked). He found The Grabber upstairs, and was killed for it. His death was also pretty quick, but the beating that happened before it was much longer.

Vance

Vance was easily the hardest to kidnap. But he was also easy to convince The Grabber wasn't a threat. Vance never believed he'd let himself get kidnapped; he would beat the life out of whoever tried. So when the Grabber approached him as he was walking the long trip home from school, he didn't suspect anything. That was until he was hit on the head with a 2 x 4 piece of timber before getting the spray can trick.

Once Vance was in the basement, he for once didn't react with physical violence. Because he isn't dumb, you know. He knew acting up would get himself in trouble. So, he just worked on his escape plan until The grabber found the massive dent in the wall.

Vance definitely put up a fight. He used all the remaining strength he had (remember, The Grabber fed his victims little as to weaken them) to do damage to his kidnapper. But The Grabber had a knife, and as Vance put his hands on Albert's shoulders to try and push him away, he was promptly stabbed. The death was brutal. I imagine Max was out so The Grabber took all the time he needed taking out all that pent-up anxiety on poor Vance.

Bruce

Okay, so by the time Bruce was kidnapped everyone knew who The Grabber was. And Bruce was probably the hardest to coerce into getting near Albert simply because the boy had basic stranger danger training. But Bruce was also a very friendly guy, so in the end he crumbled and agreed to help The Grabber with whatever was going on in the back of his van (The Grabber was purposefully vague about it). Bruce had a horrible gut feeling, but he ignored it in favour of being kind.

Once he was in the basement, he immediately began to cry and berate himself. I mean, he had a gut feeling; why didn't he just listen to it? That was what was going through his head at the time. He was scared - so scared - as were everyone else before and after him, but Bruce definitely let it show the most. He eventually got control of himself, though, and began is escape plan.

Only, he was caught right as he had started. Bruce had begged for mercy, for anything. He was willing to do literally almost anything to get out of there. He was willing to let The Grabber cut off a limb while he was awake if that's what he wanted. But The Grabber liked knowing he had control, so he instead made it as painful as possible. Bruce was crying (I mean, they all cried, but he cried the most) and continued begging for mercy. But he never got it.

Robin

Robin, as we know, was snatched while he was on his way to the store from school. I feel like Robin didn't fall for the classic 'want to see a magic trick?' trick because The Grabber had specifically approached him. And Albert probably knew that; he had heard the kid's reputation and saw the way he presented himself and just knew. So, he decided to approach Robin while he was still a little ways' off the store and attack him there. Robin may have been strong, but he wasn't strong enough to get a fit, full-grown adult off of him.

Once he was in the basement, he tried to take the most calm and intelligent route. However, he just couldn't get a good escape plan going. So, he decided he'd just have to fight his way out. But that was difficult too, since he was barely being fed enough to stay alive. In the end, Robin ended up falling for the open door trick. He was at the end of his rope and just needed a lifeline, which was exactly what he wasn't going to get.

By then The Grabber was confident in his skills. Robin only lasted a good few days before caving and going up the stairs. Because of his confidence, Albert Shaw took as much time as he wanted bringing Robin the most pain possible. It was horrible. All the deaths were horrible. None of them deserved it. And all Robin could think about as he was dying was how he was never going to see his family again. Never going to see his friends again. How it would impact Finney's bullying. How it would impact his family. As he said, his father never came home, and now he wouldn't either.

#the phone rings #maydayblake #kidnapping tw #abduction tw #anxiety tw #breakdown tw #violence tw #killing tw #death tw #murder tw #child death tw #torture tw #child murder tw #the black phone #tbp #tbp headcanons #tbp hcs #the black phone headcanons #griffin stagg #billy showalter #vance hopper #bruce yamada #robin arellano #tbp griffin #tbp billy #tbp vance #tbp bruce #tbp robin #tbp paperboy

[twofacedtrickery]

({Might have to postpone the event since people apparently missed the many times I said I was doing something on Saturday and it really hurts. Going to try to do it still, but I need to have a big cry about it and such. I don't know what I did wrong...

I can't postpone it without DJ getting killed off functionally is the thing...})

#out of chaos #breakdown tw

[ofxscavengcrs]

@drvcxrys || Percy for Annabeth

.｡.:*☆ Percy had no idea how it had been coming to this all. How he had been spiralling down like this. Sure, during his time in school, he'd been on the edge already. But that had been before knowing that he, Percy Jackson, actually was a demigod.

So, had it been all the strange events occuring in DC all the time? Maybe. But, even if, now Percy felt bad. He'd not said one single word to Annabet the whole time. Only when the murders had happened, it had woken percy up, so to say. So now, after looking more or less human again, he was rushing to Annabeth' place. Hoping she would be home. Hoping she would be alright.

#drvcxrys #Percy Jackson tbt #breakdown tw #trauma tw #mental illness tw

[oflostinfound]

Spiraling 

#breakdown tw #|| ealy doodles || #{ hello yes have some angst art for the hell of it } #{ haven't drawn either of the daemons having a breakdown in awhile } #💛 || hax

[helpless-sunflower]

Having an AM breakdown as an alter is adjusting to the system after being dormant and doesn’t want to be here

#sunflower speaks #sunflower murmurs #silence yourself #actual did #dissociative identity disorder #dissociative system #tw breakdown #breakdown #breakdown tw #mental breakdown #tw mental breakdown #mental breakdown tw #tw mental breakdown mention #mental breakdown mention #mental breakdown mention tw #having a hard time

[tadc-ragatha]

Them Receiving a Drawing of Themselves

TW: breakdowns/shutdowns, gender dysphoria, crying

Type: Headcanons

A/N: "Reader discusses what they and the members used to look like, and decides to draw an artist's interpretation of that description with startling accuracy." As of posting, requests are open. Includes only the main six (who I shall now call the digital six/circus crew). Spoilers. Body-sickness = homesickness for body.

Pomni

I'm going to make this interesting for myself and go with the theory that when she saw herself in the mirror she got a bunch of gender euphoria because she's trans. So, for this, she probably wouldn't even bring up her old appearance on her own unless heavily prompted to. Even then, she's really awkward about it, and everyone probably gets the memo that she's at least insecure about her old looks.

Not you, though. You decided to take it upon yourself to draw her. You paid attention to every detail she said, and compiled it all together to create a drawing/painting of the real-world Pomni. She was...Less than enthusiastic. At first, she's angry, even. But once she realises you didn't know, she just turns to going down a crisis of reality and homesickness instead.

If we don't go with that theory, then she still has a crisis. She'd finally started to push her thoughts of home to the edge of her mind, and now it's brought up to the front again. It's best to just not make art of her.

Ragatha

You probably found out about Ragatha through a breakdown of hers. She'd been holding up the happy-go-lucky, optimistic, cheery persona for so long that it was bound to snap. And so, one day the dam had a leak that turned into a full-on collapse. She was crying and talking about how she missed home and her real body. She was starting to forget what she looked like, and it was driving her to the edge.

In an effort to not have her abstracted, you took it upon yourself to give her something to hold on to. You took mental notes of each thing she said about herself and once everything was safe, you went to your room. Taking out your art equipment, you got to work on trying your best to recreate what she looked like.

In the end, you made a bunch of different ones. Presenting them to her, she was surprised and sad. It fueled her homesickness even more. But she covered it up and accepted it; she knew it was out of love, after all. And after she calmed down she did get to looking at them properly and it did give her some comfort to recognise herself and know that she wouldn't forget herself just yet.

Jax

I feel like Jax cared a lot about his appearance. Really, this is just based on that moment where he checks his non-existent nails, but I digress. Either way, he was probably just complaining like normal when it happened. He didn't really care about what he was saying (on the outside, at least); he was just bored and wanting to talk. But you made it your mission to make him feel better about his "body-sickness".

When he received the gift, he would've tried to play it off real quick. Truth be told, depending on how long you had been in the DC he probably would've made fun of your art. But you could see his initial reaction being one of surprise. Still, he would've tried to twist it and tease you about supposedly having a crush on him or trying to be his friend (a "useless attempt" is what he would say).

He probably tried to just chuck it under his bed when he got to his room. But after a little while the temptation was too much and he grabbed it. Looking it over, it was creepy how on point it was. To be honest, he was half-convinced you had known him outside of the digital world. Either way, he was secretly pretty grateful for it and glad you had had that otherwise useless conversation. But he would never tell you that.

Kinger

Kinger would've just asked what you looked like and that would've led to talking about him. I feel like he's got a sort of dad vibe in the way that he'd make up grand stories about himself. Like, he was a world-famous Broadway star or something. But he'd drop the act and tell you he was just joking. Either way, he ended up telling you about his looks.

When drawing him, you realised just how old he was. Not in a bad way, but you did still feel bad for him. He had lived half a life already before being trapped in the DC, and then he had been there the longest. Who knew what had happened to him; what he had lived through, who he had cared about before all this happened. It made you sad.

Giving him the present, though, he was very grateful and told you such. It had been so long since he had seen anything that looked like him, and to have something so accurate seemed nothing short of a miracle. He was sure to show it off to everyone and soon the whole circus crew was wanting their own.

Gangle

Gangle is an artist herself, and you were likely drawing together when the conversation of drawing each other came up. At first, you just made art of each other's current bodies, but soon you were discussing what you looked like before being trapped in the DC. Thankfully for Gangle, her comedy mask hadn't yet been broken by Jax, so she wasn't too depressed when talking about it.

I bet she put a lot of effort into drawing you. Though, her style isn't realistic, so it looked very anime-ified. Still, the hair and eye colour matched. You put a lot of effort into making art of Gangle, too. Though, you were almost photo-realistic (when you had the time and resources) in your art, so yours turned out much more accurate.

When Gangle saw what she looked like, her comedy mask came right off and she started bawling. She hadn't seen herself in forever, and just couldn't handle it. She was so, so grateful, though, to have the opportunity to see herself again. But she didn't dare tell anyone; she wasn't sure that you'd want everyone bugging you for a picture.

Zooble

Zooble doesn't strike me as someone who'd want to talk about their past. She seems to me like someone who's very in-the-present (well, as in the present as someone who's been thrown into a digital world can be). You'd have to really be friends with her and encourage him to talk about what they looked like.

Still, when he does, she goes into some detail. You listen like a bat to every word they say. And once you leave, you rush straight to your room to start on the project. It's a bit weird imagining Zooble as a living, breathing person in the past instead of an abstract collection of living shapes, but it's also humbling to be reminded you weren't the only person to really lose your body.

Receiving the completed project, Zooble is pretty calm about it. Something along the lines of "oh, wow, you didn't have to do that" is what they'd say. But she takes it from you anyway and is sure to keep it in a safe and secure spot where Jax won't be able to ruin it. And oh boy, if he does, they will be after him.

#amy's writing #not requested #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc x reader #tadc spoilers #the amazing digital circus spoilers #x reader #tadc headcanon #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc kinger #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #breakdown tw #dysphoria tw #crying tw

[actors-manor]

Ah, so I made you angry. Everyone does immediately know you as a....... emotional person, shall we say. Unfortunately, that doesn't answer my question. Now, considering there's both eyes and mist behind you, you can answer on your own behalf, or they could do it for you. I'm assuming you'd like that less. So let me ask you once more; why did you do it? -🔮

"FUCK!" Whipping around the second you said that, Yancy jumped away from the rising mist. The red glow narrowed as he did, and Yancy whipped his head back towards you, frantic. "Why tha fuck youse wanna knows so bad?!? Don' act like youse knows me--!" A loud shriek sounded, as a hand emerged from the fog, no, moved with the fog, grasping Yancy by his chin and turning his head jerkily towards you. He looked like he was holding his breath, as he had tried to lash out, only to go limp in it's hold. "Answer."

Eyes squeezing shut tightly, you could hear one more faint "fuck" leave Yancy's lips, before tears started to unwittingly pour down his face. He would be having a breakdown, if it weren't for that grasp keeping him still. "I don' knows. I didn' means ta. I didn'..." A tremble started up his stocky form, and his arms twitched, like he wanted to fold in on and hug himself, but couldn't. "He... he did somethin'. Fucked wit' me, an' then they hur' me...then...then... no... I hur' them... Been in prison fer 13 years, since I was 13. I didn' means to--" The hand let go, and red marks could be seen where it had held him, as Yancy finally collapsed to his knees, screaming, and curling protectively into himself now that he was let go of. The voice spoke again, ignoring him. "He snapped. It was going to happen eventually, that is just how his mind is. He was just guided along sooner, killing his poor, innocent parents. Leaving his siblings without family, or their big brother. He has always held a temper."

#manipulation tw #breakdown tw #abuse tw #I can actually explain #But everyone wants him to believe he did it fully unprompted and he doesn't want to remember #ask #🔮 anon #It's complicated but there is an actual answer #answer #Yancy #Being #death tw

[starofvirtue]

@thelittlestdemon​ said:

"Shuu, darling, how are things down here?" Owen asks, peering over the blind man's shoulder "Any progress on finding my tree?" Loki's tree, really, but all life on this earth belonged to her, so it was her right to it regardless.

--

      What met her was someone who had been, for lack of a better word, going insane.

      He pushed his hair out of his face, milky eyes wide the moment he heard her voice, his mouth falling open while he searched his mind for an answer, “ It-- hhah--! ” He let out a wheezy laugh, calm down, calm down, calm down! He frantically thought to himself. Oh, God, if there was any God out there... please, God... save him...

      “ I-I’m doing my best, there’s-- I-It’s been hard finding a lead, you see, ” Shuu stammered out. This went against everything he fought for... It brought Shuu to his knees. He had gone against his destiny as the Star of Benevolence, because if he was helping Owen, he was... bringing harm to everyone...

      Shiva... Shuu weakly thought, Shiva, I’m so sorry, my son. I’ve failed you. I’ve failed you and everyone that I know. I’m... I’m a failure of a father... What have I done?

      And Owen could see the fruits of her labor, how she affected this mortal man. He shakily moved his face into his hands, his nails faintly digging into his old scars with a whimper, a sob to follow. How could I... how could I keep doing this?! Why?! I can’t... I can’t do this, I can’t... He sucked in a breath, another whimper escaping him. He failed... he failed... he was no better than Souther...

      “ ... they’ve... ” His voice barely even came out as a croak, “ ... h-hid their tracks well, and... I-I’m trying.. I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m sorry... ”

#⚟ i heed your call ~ answered⚞ #⚟entering the temple ~ ic⚞ #⚟v: destiny never forgotten - feral⚞ #thelittlestdemon #ask to tag tw #mental breakdown tw #breakdown tw #panic attack tw #mental crisis tw

[fiirstnephalem]

OOC. It's almost 2am and I should really take myself off to bed, however, I'm seriously contemplating trying to respond to some of the happy / shippy asks in Sima's inbox right now, purely because I need something to cheer me up. I feel like utter shit mentally, right now and tbh, I'm verging on breaking into tears.

#who cares if one more light goes out well i do ( ooc ) #mental health tw #breakdown tw

[untitledducklett]

[AUDIO ID:

Cael's voice is barely above a whisper. His voice sounds like he's been screaming non stop for days.

"They're getting to me. It's working. Say Her name. Say it. Just SAY IT!

Nyx! NYX! NYX! NYX! HER NAME IS NYX!"

The audio cuts off abruptly. /End ID]

#rotumblr #high stakes pokeblogging #ultra stakes #high stakes pokereality #ultra stakes pokereality #fear the reaper arc #tw breakdown #breakdown tw #tw: breakdown #tw: psychological torture #tw psychological torture #psychological torture tw #tw nyx was here

[jofridapettersen]

so so excited to see your charlotte spencer gifs!

hi!!! thank you! i’m actually planning on giffing her in a few things. glue, bypass and stonemouth! don’t know when i’ll release them tho cause i had a bad emotional breakdown last week and i’m still trying to get back on track. i love her though and i’m glad others do too!

#mental health tw #breakdown tw #mobile