#do you guys think I may be having a little bit of a depressive episode

[identitty-dickruption]

I'm just so achingly lonely my dudes

#I'm not even super hungover this morning because I threw up so much last night #and had lots of water and stuff #but I am once again feeling lonely. and broken #and just generally Bad #only thing getting me out of bed is T #I gotta do my daily T #fuckkkkkkk me #tried to look at some iasip memes earlier to cheer me up and #yep I do not even care #do you guys think I may be having a little bit of a depressive episode #lmao. #I don't even want to go to church this morning #me! not wanting to go to church! #I think I am fully fucked

[circeyoru]

This is my first time requesting by the way, hopefully it isn't too much >m>

I really really love your Alastor x readers by the way! Not just Unwanted Soul. They give me so much life asdfghjkl

I've been craving for some hurt/comfort. So what if soul owner reader was having a bad episode of self-hating intrusive thoughts that drove them towards self harm?

Maybe this was before Alastor gave them his soul, so reader still thinks that he'll leave them sooner or later.

Maybe Alastor was out during the time that reader may have needed his presence the most? Thoughts of self-hatred became too much, too hurtful... too real. 'They were too weak. Too pathetic. A waste of space. This is why people avoided them. Ridiculed them. Rightfully so. How could anyone waste their precious time on someone as unlovable as them?'

How would Alastor react coming home to the aftermath of reader's self harm?

Also, since he's obsessed with the reader, I can honestly see him patiently being by their side in every step of the way as they recover from their episode, no matter if they'd relapse. Alastor would prove those intrusive thoughts wrong just by being there and being ecstatic to be in reader's presence even if they could offer him nothing at that time.

Hello~ Thank you for supporting my writings! Your first-time request got me thinking and I added it to the main story instead of as trivia~

Unwanted Soul _ Part 6 = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

But let's also add a bit of extra to this, yeah?

At this point, you'd have read the newest part, if not, why you still here? Kidding, you'll just be spoiling yourself. Not my problem, it's your reading experience.

So! Raeder/you are a pessimistic person, no doubt you guys got this after I revealed how you died.

Now to spoil a bit (if it's not obvious to you), you were in that state because you thought Alastor really left you without saying anything. During your days alive, you also have that urge to self-harm, but it was never fatal, nor will you draw blood because it was a pain to deal with afterwards. Now that you are a demon and there is the basic regenerative ability, you do harm with the intent to draw blood.

The self-harm part is answered in the actual story, but the add-on is your depressive mood.

It's obvious to Alastor because when you are in that state, you don't do anything but lie in bed, maybe listen to some music. Alastor learn best that you'd prefer not to talk or move much, and you'll stay in bed hugging something.

So what Alastor does is that he stays by your side no matter what until you request something that makes him leave, even then he wouldn't leave for longer than half an hour. Because he usually takes his time with making your meals, it takes way too long. He'll eat cup noodles with you. You have to help him though, since you're the expert and it's a way for him to cheer you up. He's fine with just lying next to you and doing basically nothing. As long as you're there with him.

Something you don't mind and want Alastor to do to talk without wanting your input. He'll do it too, it boosts hid ego and pride to know what he's best at can comfort you as well. He's a Radio Host and for you, you'll enjoy a private broadcast from him.

"Welcome, My Dearest! To my broadcast! Let's talk about an insufferable fellow called Vox."

"Hehe..."

Your little laugh is what he needs to get by, you little smile is what he wants to see on your face.

#Circe's Nighty Writings #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel imagines #Unwanted Soul

[georgies-ftts]

my genuine thoughts and reactions watching One Piece as someone who has never consumed a different piece of One Piece media before

spoilers… obviously…

Episode 1:

thick glaswegian accent straight away you’ve won me over

this guys moustache is immaculate kinda looks like every version of captain hook ever mushed into one

i recognise the scottish guy

random guy #374’s sideburns are… definitely there

slay drop a bomb before you’re executed horribly

cracker opening theme actually 9/10 should’ve been longer

fourth wall break?

nope he’s talking to a bird

okay funky trouser man you shout into the abyss

this birds got better drip than me

‘Mutiny’ funny actually

he’s not having a good time

what the actual fuck is that ship

aldiva? love of my life?

Koby needs a fresh trim… probably… idk

love me some cheeky windmills

i recognise red hair hat man too

that kids fully gonna die

luffy is fuckin nuts

is he eating… raw??? steak???

australian pink haired harrypotter is about to shit himself

dudes about to get his shit rocked

funky hat man??? is fucking??? elastic

rope burn doesn’t exist in this universe

elastic head is genuinely fuckin horrific

but also slay

think i’m gonna like depressed green hair man

Mr 7 is wearing two ruffs….

‘My favourite is number 1’ fuck him up emotionally i like it

and then fuck him physically this is going grand actually

sword fights that are choreographed immaculately and with fluid camera movements truly do hold a very special place in my heart

oh wait is the luffy kid funky straw hat man

“your mug” yes get that slang in there

wait but luffy has a steady american accent with no twangs

purple orb i’d eat it

oh so would he apparently

what the fuck it’s green

who the fuck is red haired hat man i can’t be bothered to pull up imdb

don’t kill shanks he treats the bar staff with respect

he was in ‘fresh meat’ i found him

he’s so gonna die

i’d slap man bun guy so fuckin hard

luffy needs to like… have a nap or something

woah luffy straight in there with the insults

he had a munch and now he’s a bit bendy

now i recognise koby jesus christ

didn’t need to slap the poor guy jesus

koby is cute i like them

ginger woman floating in the sea

“sweetheart” fucking get rid of them

is she gonna fuck em up

slay queen found a new love of my life and she’s wearing funky socks

‘where’s my face?’ bruvva i could squish your cheeks like a toddler that wall is not for you

it’s green haired sword guy love him

“one for my friend” dude that is a body. in a sack.

it’s ginger sock girl, marry me

blonde british man is gonna catch these fists, sir that is a child leave her alone

lucious malfoy looking ass

yes Zoro (the subtitles are the only reason i know what’s goi-)

did he just eat that off the floor.

blonde british man is fucking terrifying

another sword fight???????

kolby you are me actually

fuck them up fuck them up fuck them up

i’m a lesbian but i do think green haired man just turned me bisexual

“my father” jesus fuckin christ they hired draco malfoy

like the rum???

jesus christ daddy’s boy needs a fuckin gag or some shit

i want Zoro’s earrings please

why does this man have a metal plate bolted into his face

“where does it even go” i think you know

koby realising not everything that’s made out to be ‘good’ is always good slay, we love a little bit of depth

i love a cgi sewer pipe

jesus chrrriiiiiiist draco malfoy is back

kick him in the balls

“when i get down” dude you are literally half on the floor already….

my wife ginger socks girl is back everything is good

she’s gone again, devastated

luffy kinda has the percy jackson cockiness yknow?

luffy 10/10 would do a phycology gcse

fucking english bastards ruining everything

it’s fine she fucked em up again

what is the grand line may i ask

her eyes are stunning

i think she just shat herself

draco malfoy needs to go what the-

that’s his bare arse

chop his dick off

please

i beg you

i think luffy just wants some friends

she’s a pickpocket too holy fuck-

“i’m never joining” yuh huh sure

why’s she searching the papers on the desk surely they would be in a draw or some shit or like a secret message or something

win for luffy

153rd marines really doesn’t sound all that threatening

so he’s like… hench as fuck too?

protect the hat luffy as you should

green haired man’s just pitched up c’mon

slay, literally and figuratively

is he wearing zebra trousers?

not where i thought the sword went…

yeaaahhh fuck him up

that kick was fucking immaculate

so green man is also fuckin hench???

oi listen to the queen

HA MALFOYS HAIR REMINDS ME OF MY WEIRD BARBIE

zoro smiled that’s it life is good

KOBY MY SON

koby no don’t

okay koby you slay love you

you keep them massive fuck off glasses safe

do they meet again? please tell my they meet again and they both live and are happy i will cry-

ooo action music my favourite kind of tv music

what the fuck is that snail and why is it also a phone

SCOTTISH MAN IS BACK

they took your mum actually

a pirate in a straw hat who’s skin is made of rubber thankyou

ooo new emo green haired man

they infact we’re not planning anything ever

that’s that one guy from agents of shield

jesus he’s fuckin creepy

oh that’s terrifying actually

FUCKIN TUNE

#one piece #one piece netflix #ronoroa zoro #monkey d. luffy #op nami #koby one piece #op koby #netflix #one piece live action

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 51 - High-Temperature Trap (part 3)

They're insane.

Took him long enough. Also, love how Kerubim recognizes him by his evil-ass smile. Do you stare at him smiling a lot, whenever he comes to beat the shit out of you, Keke? Is this ingrained in your memory?

This, too, is doomed toxic platonic brotherly yuri.

"Not my favorite brother" I know that a lot of people interpret this line as him casually dropping the ecaflip demigod lore, because, sure, they have like, 20 brothers, but... 

But considering what we know about the Crepin family from the comic, — I like to think this is Kerubim trying to hurt Atcham by implying that he likes their dead brothers, — whom they barely remember due to those dying when they were like 7, — more than him.

This might be a reach, but it's a funny reach, okay?

It's so nice of him to correct Kerubim on the exact wording of the death threat he usually uses. 🥰

I'm insane. Just so you know. Like I have no comment, other than saying that I am insane. "My dear Kerubim," and "your beloved brother" make me lose my mind.

This is beef between two people who used to be besties. The affection they held for one another is used as a sort of sarcastic ammo. From Atcham's side, with "dear," and "beloved brother," and from Kerubim's side, with "not my favorite brother."

There's a lot to unpack here, and a lot of it was unpacked in previous posts, — but...

Atcham viewing Kerubim's situation when they were kids as better is depressing.

Despite this being a perfect plan to kill Kerubim, even the idea of besting Kerubim in the self-esteem psychic warfare makes him grin. If he can't get rid of him, he will put him in his place.

To Atcham, Kerubim is the egotistical one, obsessed with what other people think of him, — and to Kerubim, Atcham is the psychotic insane menace to society. And neither really stops to think about the fact that they hate the other for the things they do themselves

You just know Atcham is thinking about how narcissistic and mentally ill Kerubim is to be caught in a saw trap like that. Despite being the "so obsessed with Kerubim that he keeps building him saw traps" guy.

Yet again, I'd like to reiterate, that I NEED Kerubim to drop the Atcham lore.

This is what I keep saying about Atcham being edited out of Kerubim's life — and about Atcham probably building other saw traps for him.

Here, Kerubim attempts to reach out and let Indie know that, despite everything, he does like him. Indie's response is that when Kerubim dies, his body will be an awesome to display in his museum.

I already talked at length about how fucked this moment is, in the long Kerubim analysis. God.

I really do think that Kerubim had a lot of warm feelings towards Indie that may not have been entirely reciprocated, which lead to him playing up his own hatred towards Indie.

...And he had to deal with Indie saying this, while the other person he tries to hate but can't quite manage to, was present.

I would say this is worse than going to a battle too.

From Kerubim's point of view, Indie didn't lose because he might have deep, hidden feelings of camaraderie for him. He lost because he was a better person.

While Kerubim proved himself to be exactly who Atcham thinks he is: someone so egotistical that he'd rather die, than be embarrassed.

Drinking tea from a dainty little cup while his evil twin is dying. Freak.

He assumes that everyone is as obsessed with their self-esteem issues and hatred as he and Kerubim are.

Just like it didn't occur to Kerubim to stop giving a damn and prove his brother wrong for once, it didn't occur to Atcham that Indie might not hate Kerubim that much, or care about winning.

You won the war for Indie's heart, Keke, and all it took is a near-death experience and him learning even a bit about your insane familial drama. We are so back.

One of the crack theories I used to have, is that Atcham might have killed indie sometime before the movie, — however, considering he doesn't recognize Lilotte, I think he's just saying shit to be scary here, in hopes Indie changes his mind.

Very eloquent. sdfgsdfgdsfg

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #krosmoz #wakfu #ep51 #kerubim crepin #atcham crepin

[polarisbibliotheque]

Devil May Halloween 2022 - The Horror Amusement Park, Vergil's Path

It took me a little longer, but here is Vergil's! Hope you're all still in a spooky season mood ;)

*ALSO PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNING*

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: After Nico solved the puzzle box, you were sent to complete darkness. In an abandoned castle leading to a cemetery, you both might have to face more horrors than you thought that night would bring.

(a longer one too, 'cause I don't know what limit means)

TRIGGER WARNING: There's a lot of violence, even towards the reader, and PTSD/episodes regarding Vergil's trauma and discussion of him wanting to be dead or not. It gets very dark and, if you're struggling with something along these lines and think this might trigger you or be too much to handle right now, I do suggest NOT reading it.

Author's notes: I have a hard time not making Vergil's ones darker, but it's a little difficult considering his history. Not that Dante isn't traumatized and depressed as well, but I dunno. Vergil just got back from Hell after being enslaved for almost 20 I think. There's still a lot of healing to happen to him.

I hope you guys like it, though! It took me some time 'cause I was still trying to figure out what I wanted from his - frenzied Verge, kinda succubus kissing him, angst... It's a party indeed "^^

Devil May Halloween 2022 - Vergil's Path

You couldn’t really understand what was going on, but you could see darkness and a thick white fog tangling around your knees – you could barely see your feet and it was hard to distinguish where you were.

Extending your hands in the darkness, you tried to find the edge of whatever room you were in – given the rough floor under you, your feet were stepping in stones. You were clearly inside a room, but in what kind of building… That was still a mystery.

Soon, your fingers touched the cold, rough pattern of a stone wall. Smiling to yourself, you kept walking, running your hands on the walls until you found a door – or, at least, a way to get out.

It didn’t take long, really. When your fingers found wood, you searched for a handle – finding a cold, heavy iron one, carefully opening the wooden door. It made a faint strangled noise, but you were already proficient in demons to know it was loud enough for unnatural creatures.

Soon, you found yourself in an old, abandoned stone corridor, adorned with high, bluish mosaic windows, as far as your eyes could see. The sky was dark outside, only the ghoulish glimmer of the moon as a little bit of light for you to be able to move around with at least some knowledge of what lied ahead. The mist still danced around your knees and feet, apparently covering the whole place.

Wherever that was.

The sounds of footsteps, though, caught your attention. You tried to keep yourself in the darkest corner of that lonely corridor, damning the moment you thought Vergil had too many traumas when insisting on taking Yamato with him.

Traumatized or not, at least he was prepared.

You cleared your ears when the slow, calculated footsteps seemed to get closer. They had a cadence, a way of moving you knew like the sound of your own heartbeat.

“Vergil?” You whispered without leaving your hiding spot, noticing the footsteps coming to a halt.

For the longest seconds in your life, everything was drenched in silence and tension.

Until you finally heard the distinct sound of Yamato being unleashed.

“Vergil, it’s me. Y/n.” You were careful. You knew Vergil would never hurt you but taking him by surprise when he was in a high vigilant state like that one could cause an accident – you had to go easy on him.

“Show yourself.” His voice was low and serious, you could almost see as he barely moved his lips.

“Ok. Don’t be startled, dear. It is me.” With those words, you slowly left your hiding spot, finally seeing your lover under the pale moonlight shine.

Vergil was in position to attack, with Yamato half unsheathed and bended knees, looking exactly at the direction you were hidden. He had a very good sense of hearing – that was how he was training you to fight with your eyes closed, blindfolding you in order to enhance other senses in cases ‘you couldn’t trust your eyes’, as per his own words.

Vergil could fight with his eyes closed. And he was deadly.

“Y/n…” He finally sheathed the Yamato, immediately walking towards you. “I am glad to see you are fine.”

“Same goes for you, blue devil.” You smiled back, holding one of his hands and slowly caressing his skin. It was a simple touch, but it always seemed to calm Vergil whenever he needed it – and the tension between his fingers made you believe he did need it. “Is there anyone else with you?”

“No. I was sent here alone.” Unconsciously, Vergil started to caress patterns back in your hand as well. That made you smile. “And you?”

“Alone as well. I just got out of the dark room of doom over there.” You pointed the door behind you, giving way to a room filled with darkness.

“Hmmm. Our training has been paying off, I see.”

If there was something you loved and hated at the same time was that smug smile of pure pride in Vergil’s lips. When he wore it, the son of Sparda looked even taller, moving his head slightly up. You absolutely adored when he did that, but you also wanted to tear it off his face – especially when you were sparring, and he taunted you after defeating one of your moves.

Pride was the greatest sin of both you and Vergil.

“It has indeed, Dark Slayer.” But of course, you would banter back. As you sighed internally, you had to admit you loved playfully bantering with him. “Do you have any idea what that box in Nico’s hand was?”

“I read once of puzzle boxes being used as portals for other dimensions, but I have never seen it during my lifetime.” He started walking towards the end of the corridor with you, having his eyebrows furrowed in his usual pensive demeanor. Vergil always looked like that whenever he was reading something that sparked his interest or trying to make sense of some obscure meme.

“It was probably Hellraiser.” The certainty in your voice made Vergil stare down at you with annoyance. As soon as you noticed his look, you had to answer. “What? That’s exactly what the Lament Configuration does. Sometimes people get ideas for horror movies from real life.”

“I have to agree with you on that.” Vergil nodded, turning his head back to the path ahead. “But Hellraiser was a poor representation of what summoning demons would look like.”

“Oh, you’ve watched it?” You had a small smile hidden in your lips, but Vergil’s eyes were too smart not to notice.

If there was something he infinitely appreciated in you was how discrete you could be. Even if you had a somewhat sassy tone laced in your words, you never seemed to be making fun of him or actually trying to piss him off. It always looked like you were quite proud of his human part, really.

“I have watched it once. Perhaps it is time to see it again and refresh my memory.” He had the same smile hidden in his words, making your heart warmer. If there was one thing you loved, that was watching movies with Vergil.

You would’ve kept the conversation going if the corridor hadn’t got to its end: soon, a great, broken passage stood before you, hauntingly giving a view of what was outside. A long field of gray-bluish grass adorned with dried, rotten trees continued for miles and miles, while stone crosses, tombstones and weeping angels rose from the ground.

“Well…” You sighed, staring at that phantasmagorical view, still inside the castle. “It’s quite fitting for a necromancer, really.”

“Also fitting for Eric Draven as well…” Vergil murmured under his breath, his hand ready to unsheathe Yamato in the blink of an eye. “What do you feel, love?”

As soon as he asked, you turned your attention to the energy surrounding the cemetery. Vergil didn’t ask those kinds of questions for nothing: it was the type of thing he would say while you were training.

Quieting your mind, you remained in silence, walking carefully by his side. Your steps were almost inaudible, as if you were gliding through the mist entangling around your ankles. Lowering your eyes to your feet, it was easier to sense something when you didn’t rely on your sight to warn you if there was danger lurking in the shadows.

And, indeed, after a while, you sensed something. But it wasn’t just one thing.

“Two opposing energies…?” You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your head towards him. Even though Vergil remained serious, you could sense the pride in his voice.

“Two distinct energies. One much stronger than the other.” He analyzed, keeping Yamato by his waist and grabbing its hilt with the other hand. Vergil was more than ready to attack – and you just dreaded your decision of not carrying any sort of weapon with you that night. “If they are opposing, complimentary or feeding of each other, I do not know.”

“My, my… He is handsome and intelligent, isn’t he…?” A female voice echoed around you, making Vergil instinctively step a little bit in front of you and unsheathe his blade. You weren’t completely defenseless, though: around your head, a crown of white summoned swords was ready to attack. “It is indeed a pleasure to welcome you in my garden.”

The demon had the form of a voluptuous woman, breasts covered by long hair that dragged on the ground. You just couldn’t see more of her flesh because of the shadows playing around her legs, as if they were the only form of clothing she wore. You couldn’t deny it: she was beautiful. Deadly beautiful.

“I thought your kind was doomed to imprisonment for a thousand years.” Vergil regained his regal pose, head slightly shifted upwards, his hand still tightly around the Yamato. Curiously enough, he seemed to try to get between you and the demon even more – slowly, almost unnoticeable, but he definitely moved.

“Hmmm. You do know my kind, wolf eyes?” She asked back, as if the words dripped from her mouth. You’d guess she was a succubus, but Vergil’s reaction told you she was a little more than that – or a lot more.

“I do know all of you pitiful creatures should be dead.” His eyes got colder, making her finally shift her gaze to you.

“He is a harsh one, huh? You like that on him.” A devilish smile appeared on her lips, revealing a mouth filled with sharp fangs. “I can see it in your mind, my dear.”

“I tend to like everything about him. Even the most unlikeable of aspects.” You decided not to show you had no clue what kind of demon she was. Also, demons lied: you wouldn’t be scared of her just saying she could read your mind – most of them couldn’t. “That’s usually what humans call love.”

Strangely enough, you could feel Vergil’s free hand slightly touching your nearest thigh – as if telling you to stop the taunting and leave it to him.

That was the biggest red flag you ever had with Vergil: he never told you to step aside in a fight. He reveled in your power, watching you decimating hordes of demons and proudly calling you his mate, his lover. Vergil would only tell you to step down when there was something too dangerous about a fight – unfortunately, with the demon already there, you couldn’t ask him what it was.

After all, it was a power play. And as soon as she noticed you didn’t know what she was, you both would be in a disadvantage and Vergil would lose whatever power he had on that conversation over that demon.

“And isn’t that true…?” She answered with a sparkle of devilish pleasure in her dark eyes. “You truly adore him. Even his dirty aspects – and oh, there are so many in this one.” Shifting her gaze back to Vergil, that mouth filled with sharp teeth smiled again. “Your mind is a bottomless pit of suffering. I’ll enjoy playing with you both.”

“That wasn’t the deal!” Soon, your attentions were caught by a witchy figure in a flowy black long dress, holding an old book in one of her hands and having the other pointed at the demon. “I command you to stop! You cannot disobey me!”

“I am simply doing what you have asked of me, little witch.” The demon had a fake accent of innocence. Vergil just didn’t attack the witch because you held his hand: she was nothing but a teenager – and something was very wrong. “You did ask me to terrorize your guests.”

“They are not my guests!” The girl pointed back at you. “I don’t know how they got here, but they shouldn’t be harmed. I’ll send them back until the proper ones appear and you should not touch them!”

The earth beneath you started trembling – and you could finally see the she-devil’s eyes turning red.

“I played your game until now for freedom, little witch. You do not control me, and you will not deny me blood. Stop being a nuisance.” With those words and a gesture from her hand, corpses raised from the ground – demons coming up from the earth, raising from the depths of Hell – grabbing the girl and her book.

“I’ll deal with her later. You are more interesting right now…” As her newly distorted voice started speaking in an alluring song, none of you were quick enough to react to what happened – or better, you were certain Vergil didn’t move so she wouldn’t accidentally hit you while targeting him. In the blink of an eye, the demon was standing in front of Vergil, holding his face with both hands. “Show me that head of yours, handsome.”

Planting her lips in a deep kiss on Vergil’s own lips, everything turned black to you and him.

*

Vergil woke up startled, suddenly sitting on the bed.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked around, trying to understand what was going on. That house… It seemed familiar. The opulent decoration, the blue sheets on a big, couple’s bed... It was different, as if to accommodate his now adult self, but… It was home.

You weren’t laying by his side – but he did see your clothes tossed on his working chair. Vergil hummed a quick laugh: it was typical of you when you were tired. He usually just followed your trail of mess, putting things where they belonged. It was something that got on his nerves at first, but soon Vergil started seeing it as a way he complemented you – just like you complemented so many flaws of his.

With his bare feet on the wooden floor, Vergil put on one of his stay-at-home shirts he found in the closet – organized, your clothes carefully placed alongside his – and tried a few steps outside of the bedroom.

The house remained the same as he remembered – but, as he observed before, there was something different. Something of warm, something of happy. It wasn’t drenched in blood, ashes and sorrow as he remembered, but a new beginning. Going down the stairs, Vergil followed your humming voice until he got to the kitchen.

You were standing by the oven, wearing one of his pajama shirts – too big, too baggy for you, but something he adored seeing – while warming your hands over the pan you used to brew some tea. There were toasts from older bread fresh out of the oven, filling the kitchen with their warm smell, and some jam and butter next to both of your plates on the table.

For a few seconds, Vergil was certain he had finally died and achieved the peace his soul longed for his entire life. And he got to live that peace with you.

His eyes suddenly filled with tears as you still quietly hummed, the golden sun lazily filling the kitchen with a dreamy light. He could see his mother’s garden through the windows in the backyard, as if the flowers wanted to play with your hair in the morning sun.

The tears escaped his eyes and Vergil was able to smile as he felt a weight lifting from his heart.

“Good morning, love.” Your voice echoed as soon as you noticed him inside the kitchen. Vergil just smiled more, walking lazily towards you in that golden drenched morning.

“Good morning, fairest of flowers.” His voice was like dark chocolate, melting around you as his arms embraced you from behind – Vergil’s hands coming to play with yours, warming themselves over the steam of the brewing tea.

“Hmmm. Someone’s terribly romantic today.” You couldn’t hide the smile on your lips, closing your eyes as your fingers played alongside his. Vergil’s hands always looked so much bigger and calloused, but, despite everything, he managed to touch you with so much gentleness one would think he didn’t have inside himself.

“I am always hopelessly romantic when I’m around you.” He murmured near your ear – and you could hear the satisfied smile he had in his lips. It was the first time you ever saw Vergil so… Relaxed. He never had his guard down – but, that moment, he wasn’t tensing or in a state of alertness. He was just… Himself. “I love you.”

For some reason, your feelings decided to overflow from your eyes – quite a shock to you. Maybe that was what he felt to be crying before you talked to him that morning, but there was a peace inside your chest that couldn’t be felt anywhere else. Vergil had said he loved you before, but not like that. Not like just Vergil. Not completely vulnerable like he was at that moment.

“I love you too.”

His arms wrapped around you tighter, his hands coming to hold yours – entangling your fingers with his – slowly rocking you from side to side with him. Time didn’t matter. Nothing mattered – nothing but you and him.

Unfortunately, good things never seemed to last in Vergil’s life. Breaking that moment of peace both of you thought would be eternal, he felt various hands grabbing his legs. Looking down, Vergil noticed you were both standing in a pit of glossy darkness – with claw-like hands raising to grab both of you… And drag you down.

“No… No.” Vergil’s voice was nothing but a breath in the wind, completely disoriented as he started back into your eyes, trying to hold you with both of his hands. “No. Don’t let go.”

“I won’t. I’ll never let go of you. Vergil…!” You tried, but the hands pulled your arms back, surrounding you and dragging you apart.

That was when he noticed: You were being held away from him, as the hands were dragging him down – slowly taking Vergil where he knew he belonged.

The realization made his heart sink inside his chest. As he slowly descended, Vergil closed his eyes and sighed, allowing tears to fall down his face. It was a path of his own making – and it was foolish of him to think he deserved any kind of paradise after all he had done. You were able to accept him, you were his paradise. And now, it was time for him to atone for his sins.

Opening his eyes once more, Vergil saw as you struggled and tried to reach out, crying while saying his name. You were an angel indeed, to fall in love with a devil. Just like his mother.

“I love you.” Those were his last words before being completely taken away from you – and all he could hear were your desperate cries of losing him.

He should be forever condemned to Hell for breaking your heart.

*

“I would have never expected you to be such a romantic soul!”

The voice of the she-devil who kissed him earlier echoed once again, and Vergil found himself kneeling on the grass of the cemetery – eyes glossy with tears, gasping for air. Taking a look around, he saw the witch girl being held hostage by decrepit, skeletal demons, unable to move and staring at him with agony in her eyes. She would be speaking if they didn’t cover her mouth – but her look clearly asked Vergil for forgiveness.

You, in the other hand, were nowhere to be found – at least at a first glance.

“You know what they say… The best way to kill a man is through his heart.” The demon smiled devilishly, walking around the cemetery while seeming to conjure something with her hands. Vergil was too weak to attack her right away – that kiss stole some of his energy, that now he was working on harnessing again. But it was hard to harness energy after such a strong emotional unbalance. He had to ground – even if there wasn’t enough time for that. “You know what a kiss from me does, right…?”

“It shows nothing but lies.”

“Oh, it doesn’t. It shows me the deepest parts of your soul.” She glanced wickedly at Vergil, finally stopping at some point of the cemetery, making the earth shake again. He got up slowly, getting back to his proud pose – Yamato firmly in his hands. “What heaven looks like – with your beloved human. And what Hell looks like.”

Vergil immediately started screaming as he was suddenly assaulted by memories of his tortured times in the hands of Mundus. The girl struggled, wanting to help him, scared of seeing that man in such pain. Vergil’s heart was burning, his mind freezing, his eyes about to cry blood. He wanted to die – as he did everyday when his torture seemed to have no end.

“But your heart does not belong to you, does it…?” With those words, everything started warping and both Vergil and the girl felt the warmth of wild flames.

The pain stopped and he looked around: the castle was on fire, burning to ashes, as the cemetery filled with demons wanting blood. In the distance, he finally saw you running – scared, powerless, being chased by a horde of demons. Vergil’s eyes widened as he recognized that scene, his heart filled with despair: you weren’t like him. You wouldn’t trigger as he did as a child. You would die.

“The best way to kill a man…” The she-devil started speaking, slowly mutating into one of the demons that attacked him that night – voice getting distorted and grotesque. “Is through his heart.”

As she set her hunt towards you, Vergil took a deep breath to think. He had to do something – and acting out of his emotions would be the worst something he could do at the moment. Thinking about it, he unsheathed Yamato, using his lightning speed to attack the demons surrounding the witch responsible for all that.

She remained frozen in fear as he slayed every single one of his adversaries in the blink of an eye. Vergil moved faster than she could think – with a look in his eyes that could only belong to a skillful and calculating killer.

As the demons dopped to their feet, she stood there, staring at him, without moving a single limb from her body. The girl didn’t know if she should thank him or beg for her life.

Vergil pointed the Yamato to her, inches away from the girl’s neck. Her eyes widened, crying as she questioned how it all spiraled out of control like that.

“You…” His words were cold as ice, running like a cube down her spine. “My brother is the soft hearted one with a rule of not killing undeserving humans. I started doing it his way, but be warned that if any harm comes to y/n, there will be nothing stopping me of ending your miserable life.”

The girl was a crying mess. She wanted to kneel at his feet and beg for forgiveness, explaining she never wanted any of that. She wanted to run away before he could say something else. She wanted to scream. She wanted him to understand she was not a bad person.

But inside those silvery eyes, there was no space for understanding – only murderous rage.

“Walk.” Vergil signaled the way with Yamato, setting a quick pace so they would get to you in time. In the distance, he could see white summoned swords as you ran, knowing that, for now, you could keep yourself alive. “Who are you and what happened?”

“I don’t know! I didn’t want this! She was supposed to answer to me, they were all supposed to obey me…!” The girl started stumbling over her words, while Vergil’s unrelenting eyes kept on your form.

“You didn’t answer my questions.”

“I’m, I’m, I’m Blaire! My name is Blaire!” The teen witch blurted out, stuttering as she tried to explain herself. “We found a spell, me and my friends, we just wanted to scare some people at school who bully us every day! We got tired of it, we just… They were supposed to see how powerful we are and leave us alone! You ended up here by mistake, she had to obey me and let you go…!”

“Only a heavily inexperienced witch would make such mistake…” Vergil sighed, pointing at the demons in front of them. “She is a species condemned to forgetfulness, dangerous even to her own kind. Not a succubus, but still alluring and deadly: they prey on their victims’ minds to use their worst nightmares to break and kill them. Suffering only makes them more powerful. A weak arcane thing like you would never be able to control such a demon. You better pray she doesn’t decide to use all my memories.”

Before Blaire could say anything else, the girl screamed instead: Vergil triggered in an explosion of blue light, running towards the demons even faster than before – slaying them relentlessly in his own demon form.

Blaire protected herself behind a tombstone, watching it all in awe: she would have never guessed he was a demon himself, even though she was scared by him before. Watching you summon your swords for a little protection, she couldn’t stop thinking you were a powerful witch – wishing, someday, she could be just like you.

“Die, scum!” Vergil’s distorted voice echoed in front of you, making you sigh in relief.

You had been running for quite a while, completely out of breath. Summoning swords required a lot of energy and doing both could leave one completely exhausted.

“Thank you, love.” As soon as he felt your hand brushing on his arm, Vergil was able to come back to his human form – the rage in his heart calming slightly. It didn’t last long, though: soon Vergil was back to fighting and you had only a few moments to rest until a demon tried to approach you from behind and take you by surprise. “Vergil isn’t the only one who can use his father’s sword.”

With those words, you decided to use whatever energy you had left to defend yourself. Concentrating it on your hands, you were soon holding a white Mirror Edge, something you could only summon once in your life – and it left you extremely tired after fighting with it for a few seconds.

But you wouldn’t give in. You would fight by his side until all your energies gave out if you had to – and that was something Vergil admired endlessly in your soul. With all your differences and similarities, your will matched his own.

“I guess it’s time to make your heart bleed a little more.” The demon’s distorted voice suddenly started to change, as the scenery around you morphed into a place of darkness and desolation.

No one knew of that place, not even you. Feeling your feet sticking in the blood red ground, you kept fighting with whatever strength you had left, realizing the demons now resembled Angelos.

“Vergil! Don’t let her get hurt!” You screamed as soon as you saw Blaire being attacked by two demons much stronger than her.

He would never argue with you regarding protecting another soul. Vergil immediately ran by Blaire’s side, killing the Angelos with one swift move.

“Where… Where are we?!” The girl was horrified. It seemed like a church – out of the deepest corners of Hell, covered in demon corpses and blood. Vergil knew very well where they were.

“Inside my worst nightmare.” It was the only thing he managed to murmur before slaying another demon who tried to grab her.

Until he heard you scream.

“Silence, little one. It is time.” And that voice. The voice he knew very well. The voice that echoed inside his head and made Vergil lose every single drop of free will he had in his life.

Turning around in shock, he saw something even worse than the traumatic memories engrained in his mind: Mundus held your suddenly fragile body, the Mirror Edge buried on the ground. You tried to set yourself free, but it was to no avail. The demons followed their master in a procession towards a broken cross – the cross where Vergil had once his soul broken and his coronation as Nelo Angelo.

“What are they doing…?” Blaire could only whisper, now hiding herself behind Vergil. She had no possibility of fighting against those demons, of stopping whatever they wanted to do to you.

That was what Vergil feared most – and he didn’t even know that prior to seeing the possibility of you suffering the same fate as his.

A fate not of your own making, not carved by your choices – but by his. A damnation from loving him so much.

Blaire screamed once again as Vergil triggered – but, this time, his wings spread in the sky like an angel of death ready to take on his enemies. There was nothing but the desire to kill, to end every single living thing in that godforsaken place until there were just the two of you standing – and you safely held in his embrace.

Vergil was in a frenzy, you could see that. Even if he was a lot more ruthless than his twin brother, it was very rare for him to be taken by his emotions like that. With the Yamato slashing through the procession of demons, Vergil got covered in blood – gracefully performing his dance of death among his enemies.

The Yamato crossed Mundus’ chest as he was about to nail your hands in the cross.

You fell on the ground, trying to breathe once more. Mundus’ stumbled back, slowly becoming the she-devil who taunted Vergil in his own nightmare. With her eyes widened, she tried to claw herself away from the slowly approaching blue devil covered in blood – terrified of those fiery blue eyes.

You loved his harshness – the she-devil looked at you for a while, unable to comprehend. That version of him didn’t scare you and she couldn’t understand how you could love him even like that.

“It was her… She was the one who did all this.” The demon tried, pointing at Blaire, who just stared at her in shock. “She is the one to blame!”

“You expect mercy?” Vergil’s distorted voice felt like the purest ice. “You have been inside my head. You know who I am. All I did. I do not believe in mercy.”

Watching the Yamato glistening one last time, the demon died in horror as she realized – he was indeed the son of Sparda. Vergil, the one enslaved by Mundus’, the Dark Slayer who broke free from Hell with his body crumbling and nothing but the will to live. There was no mercy. If there was, he wouldn’t have survived for so long.

Her head rolled on the floor until stopping at Blaire’s feet. The girl screamed once more, before looking back at the demon who now approached her, menacingly.

“It was a mistake! You shouldn’t listen to her! I can get you out of here…!”

“It was a binding spell. I know how to reverse it.” There was no space left for warmth in his voice – no heart left inside Vergil. He was taken by his demon and the frenzy to desperately protect you from living the same thing he did. “We do not need you. This was your doing – it is time to face the consequences.”

Blaire walked back, fear taking ahold of her heart. She never thought a simple spell, that looked like they would have everything under control, could be the cause of her death – and such a horrible kind of death.

Before Vergil could continue, though, he suddenly felt soft hands on his wrist – the one with the hand holding Yamato. Stopping on his tracks and slowly looking back, he found you – bloody, bruised, scraped, but with a gentle smile on your lips. You slowly caressed his harsh skin, moving one of your hands up his arm to turn him around to you.

“Love… I’m alright. There’s no need for this.” Your voice was kind and Blaire just stared with her heart on her hands. Just like the demon before, she couldn’t wrap her mind around how you seemed to not be scared and even call him love. “She is just a child. Bullied, tired, making mistakes. Just like I did… And just like you did. It’s over, I’m alright. She’s a child, Vergil. You can stop now.”

You remained like that for a while, with Vergil just breathing harshly through his teeth. After a few moments, you caressed his face, pulling him to a kiss – and, before your lips could land on his fangs, your Vergil was back, and his soft lips kissed yours back. You remained with eyes closed, as you stroked his now soft cheek, his forehead resting on yours. You could feel him slowly relaxing under your fingers, his breath coming back to normal.

“I was afraid to lose you.” He suddenly whispered; voice coarse. “That I would not have enough power to protect you.”

“But you do, love. You are the most powerful being I’ve ever met.” You whispered back, a half-smile in your lips. “King of Hell.”

And Blaire suddenly froze up. Did she just almost kill the love of the life of the King of Hell himself? Despair took her over and she questioned every action she took since the day she found that freaking spell with her friends.

“Then you are part of royalty as well.” His answer was quick and silent, wrapped with a kiss on your forehead. Turning back to Blaire, the girl was more than ready to beg Vergil for mercy – even if he had said before he did not know mercy. “Where is the binding spell?”

With trembling hands, she gave it to Vergil – who left you for a while to undo the spell. You sat on a tall tombstone, right by Blaire’s side and the girl seemed frozen – obviously scared of both of you.

“Hey. I know he can be a little intense.” You tried to start a conversation, making her terrified eyes turn to you. “But there is a human heart beating in his chest. Vergil’s been through a lot and when he, or someone he loves, is in danger, he tends to go berserk.”

“He… Is the King of Hell…?” As she chose her words carefully you laughed it off. Somehow, that managed to relax her – even if just a little.

“It’s an inside joke. For a while, yes.” You shrugged, watching your lovely blue devil working his arcane arts, ignoring how Blaire stared at you with widened eyes. “Indeed, the most powerful being I’ve ever met.”

“You…” The girl almost whispered, admiring how your eyes stared at Vergil with care and longing. She couldn’t understand it: there was so much love inside of you for him, even though he seemed ruthless and without mercy. She always played tough alongside her friends, saying how badass it would be to date a demon, but seeing it for real for the first time made her speechless. “You really love him.”

“I do.” You sighed back, completely hopeless. With a little smile on your lips, you smartly stared back at her. “I know it seems like it makes no sense. But I can see the human he is under all that armor of harshness… And honestly, between you and me, he just wants to be loved back. Not having that terrifies him more than fighting the most powerful demons of Hell.”

You winked back at Blaire, making the girl smile. The box in Vergil’s hands started to glow and he finally looked back at you – it was time to go back home.

*

“Let me remind you it was your wicked idea to have me scare a group of teenagers.”

Vergil was a little done with haunted houses that night – and you couldn’t really blame him. After all that happened, you met Blaire’s friends and had the brilliant idea of asking the Dark Slayer to play a trick on their bullies – with Vergil half-triggered, he scared the kids until the witches pretended to exorcise him out of his demon.

It worked. Nothing you would have believed, but it was effective. The teens seemed to believe in the power of the group of witches and were positively scared of them – probably respecting the girls so they would never be bullied again.

The rest of the night, though, Vergil simply walked around the haunted houses as if nothing could shake him. It took him just a few seconds to cross an entire attraction – while the rest of the crew got scared, laughed and enjoyed the moment.

Only a few things could scare him more than what happened at that cemetery – therefore, Vergil was as expressive as a white wall.

“Oh, c’mon. I bet you loved the idea as well, my dear necromancer.” You had your arm entangled with his, walking casually near the exit of one of the haunts.

Of course, Vergil just strode through it and you followed, apologizing to the performers and assuring them they were indeed scary. So, there you were, killing time together while the crew was still crossing it.

“It was a smart one, I will not deny it.” Vergil had a little smile hidden in his lips, acquiescing with his head. He never ceased to act as if he was born in another time. “I wanted to ask you something, love. That… Vision. In the house, together… Was it conjunct or did you see something else?”

“I saw myself in your family’s house, with you. Brewing tea and making toast during a lazy morning.” You smiled back, remembering how warm you felt in his arms. How vulnerable Vergil was. “I dare to say it was conjunct.”

“Hmmm…”

It seemed like Vergil would say something else, but there were no words following his hum. You waited a little bit, remembering how he asked you not to let go but simply accepted his fate when he realized only him was doomed to Hell.

“You thought you were dead, right…?”

And if there was something Vergil admired endlessly in you was your direct words, never going around subjects like a dance before actually asking what you wanted to. He needed that kind of honesty, that kind of objectiveness. After years dealing with demons and unnatural creatures, Vergil came to get used to their ways of speaking through half-words, but not the ways of humans – your clear words were more than welcome to him.

“Hmmm.” Once again, he only hummed, but slightly nodded in confirmation. Vergil didn’t want you to think he didn’t want to live with you and that he was unsatisfied, but he did long for peace – a kind of peace he thought he would only achieve in death. “But I was delighted to think you would be in my eternal rest with me.”

“Hmmm.” It was your turn to hum just like him, caressing Vergil’s arm with your free hand. “I was delighted to have you by my side as well. It wouldn’t be paradise to me if you weren’t in it.”

Vergil’s lips curved up in a slight smile, while he tried to hide how those words took the breath out of his chest. To think he would be part of someone’s paradise… Vergil never thought of himself as someone so important. As someone deserving of something more than hatred.

Stopping with you in the middle of the park, Vergil put both of his hands inside his pockets, having you face him with intrigued eyes. He had his nose slightly up in the sky, with that convinced tinge on his lips you loved so much.

“Trick or treat.”

You smiled back, narrowing your eyes a little bit. That was odd – Vergil never seemed to enjoy trick or treating before, even if Dante said they were enthusiastic about it as kids.

His eyes encouraged you, though. After some seconds, you tapped one of his arms, expecting him to take something out of his pockets.

But then, Vergil leaned down and kissed you.

“You are my peace.”

#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc fanfiction #devil may halloween #devil may cry imagine #dmc imagine #dmc vergil #vergil sparda #vergil x reader #vergil x you #I'll say that little you are my peace made me smile like a fool after writing #Vergil may play it tough #but he's a goof with his s/o sometimes #and no one can change my mind #well happy belated halloween devil hunters!!

[halliescomut]

My Personal Weatherman Ep 7- No Subs watch

Again a reminder, this is me reacting to the new episode of MPW that I get from an internet friend-y, but unfortunately (for me) they speak Japanese, but I do not, and the link they send has no subtitles, so I have no idea what anyone is saying. In fairness...I have been watching Japanese series for about 2 decades, so I can pick up on a couple words/phrases, but mostly my goal is to observe body language to kind of guess what the story is. It's a fun, silly little game. There may be moderate spoilers about sequences, though I try to keep things vague, and of course no dialogue spoilers. Let's go!

-Oooh! An on location segment for the weather. How exciting! (ALso I swear it looks like the location is just outside of Man-san's apartment building, and that's why they had the camera framed so close in.) And Yoh still watching Mizuki so closely.

-Oh, we have ARCs...is this actually a few weeks later, or is the BL manga publishing industry able to do a two day turn around?

-Man-san sounds very encouraging, at least.

-That is a clearly depressed and defeated Segasaki. Poor guy. Has still no one explained that Man-san's husband isn't after Yoh?? Really?

-Why is Yoh always so goddamn suspicious??? My god dude.

-I will say also, I don't love Mizuki's tone here, but I think that's me relating a bit too much to Yoh (since we're both on the same side of a D/s dynamic). I know I would be really upset to hear that distance in in Mizuki's voice if I were Yoh.

-Now we're getting the flashbacks from Mizuki's POV....interesting. I can't wait to know what he was thinking when he saw Yoh. His face is so precious.

-^^Literally all I could hear in my head at this scene: "Hands touch, eyes meet/Sudden silence, sudden heat/Hearts leap in a giddy whirl"

-Segasaki's college friends feel very much like friends of convenience. Like when you become best friends with a kid when you're 7, but it's mostly because you live in the same neighborhood.

-Aww, now we have Yoh in a cozy sweater.

-It is so sub of Yoh to just hand over his sketchbook without question, completely forgetting all of the portraits of Segasaki in there...and I REALLY wanna translate what Segasaki's response was, but I will wait.

-IDK what Segasaki is saying exactly, but I'd bet real folding money that's something pretty close to 'no matter what I couldn't stop thinking about him"

-The way Yoh came and grabbed him...what's going on??

-Aww, sick baby Mizuki. So cute. And the costuming makes them a matching set with their beige and blue. That's so cute.

-I just spent the last scene going like this, so....

-But now we have THE CURRY!!! The curry that made Segasaki finish falling in love with Yoh. I don't feel like curry is supposed to be that crunchy...but I could be wrong.

-His face, I'm dying.. And the little bonk on the head. Oh, if I wasn't already head over heels for these two dinguses, this would have been the last straw for me as well.

-Mizuki's love for petting Yoh is so fucking CUTE!!!!

-Yoh's smile as he draws Segasaki- so PRECIOUS!!!! (Sorry I keep yellling.)

-Poor Mizuki's face. 🥺🥺🥺 He really thought for a minute that Yoh left again.

-Dripping wet rain kiss!! We love it!!!

-Ooh...ooh....OOH!!!! God I really wanna translate Mizuki's little speech here, but I'm pretty sure the gist was 'you're mine, and I'm not letting you get away again". 🥵☺️😁🥰

This was an excellent episode. I mean the whole series has been, but this just....so good. I can't wait to understand more than 27% of it.

Finale next week (Booo!!!😠) but I will be happy to be able to watch the complete story over and over into forever. That'll be nice. Honestly this is the first BL I've every considered getting a physical copy of it's so good.

#My personal weatherman #Taikan yoho #mizuki x yoh #segasaki x yoh #segasaki mizuki #yoh tanada #mashiko atsuki #higuchi kouhei

[bvckleyydiaz]

hello, my loves. i thought that i would update you guys on my situation and kind of chat a little bit, i guess.

tw: talk of depression, adhd, and medication

this episode is kicking my ass, you guys. i want to write the requests that you guys have sent me. i would love nothing more than to write for this blog, but right now, writing does not bring me joy. i’m tired all the time, i have no motivation, and i really don’t feel like doing anything if i’m being honest. one of the new medications that i’m starting this week is supposed to maybe help me with my energy and the symptoms of my add until i can find a psychiatrist and get tested.

if i don’t have adhd, i do’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. i have a hard time multitasking, i hyper-fixate on the most random of shit, i lose focus easily, am distracted constantly. and it’s like what the hell is it if it isn’t what i think it is.

all of that to say, my break may be longer than i think it will be. please bare with me. i love you all so much.

tagging: @ssahotchnerr @ssamorganhotchner @greg-montgomery @luvehotch @canuck-eh @hotchs-babygirl @hotchsdoormat @montyfandomlove @strawbeerossi @criminalskies @ssaspencerreidswife @hotchnerbau @hotchnerobsessed

#e posts #e updates #e tags #e’s moots #tw depression #tw medication #tw adhd

[babstheyaga]

Little life update/Where I've been:

Things are going well for me lately. I finally managed to get a car, I got proper anxiety meds... But there's also some down sides.

My doctor is really concerned about my heart, so I have a appointment Monday to get a heart monitor that I'm going to have to wear for a week.

I also got denied SSI again, but my lawyer says that the judge who reviewed my case is known for being a very very bad person towards anyone born in the 2000s, so uh - we're suing them and taking it to federal court, because even my disability attorney was completely baffled how I didn't get it with my severe line of medical history.

Some of the upsides are my parents are trying to help me earn money, and because I'm only able to do small bits of work each week without the risk of possible hospitalization from stress, I get 200 dollars each month from them. As you would imagine, 200 doesn't go very far.

Outside of all of that, I have total loss of all inspiration to write. I really have no idea where my days go anymore. Maybe it's these new anxiety meds, but I feel completely zombified. I feel like I've totally lost touch with creativity. I can't even play games right now, no Stardew, no Overwatch, no writing, I can barely even sit for more than 10 minutes at a time to watch something on YouTube.

Saying the words "Depression episode" in front of my family is very dangerous, because they're automatic response is to shove me into the hospital for the next maybe 2 weeks. So I'm always very wary on outright saying my bipolar is acting up again and I'm depressed.

I don't feel depressed. I have no desire to do anything bad, but that's just the thing, I have no desire to do anything at all.

I swear I'm not saying this to get sympathy from anyone, I just feel like with my stories kinda blowing up a lot within the past month or so, I feel like I need to explain things to you guys.

My bff always tells me whenever I'm super depressed, "Go to bed, you'll feel better tomorrow." And each day I'm hoping the feeling better tomorrow will come. I know it will. I'll get out of this in like three weeks tops.

I have like over 20 inboxes right now, and I'm super sorry I can't keep up with them, I'm doing my best to not lose my sanity.

I might need a small break from writing all of my ongoing stories for a couple weeks, I may work on a few one-shots because I'm desperately trying to refresh my mind with creativity.

Sometimes the only way for me to get out of a depression episode is to force myself out of it, so I might try some new small one-shots to give myself a little kick in the butt to get outta this whole bologna thing.

I'm kinda super into the idea of regular TF atm, like nonhuman, so if any of you guys have any cool ideas, send them my way and I'll take a gander at them, maybe do like a quick 7-10k one-shot. I think that would be very refreshing for me work on.

I love you guys, sorry for the weird vent, I'm doing fine I promise, nothing to worry about. Please don't pity me or try to comfort me, I've dealt with Bipolar disorder since I was diagnosed at like 12, so trust me, I'm fine. I love you again, ttyl

#shut up tyler

[inkling0121]

do you think any version of Mikey (ignoring rise ) harbors some kind of resentment towards his family on some level like I'm not saying full on hate because he love his family but he may have some slight anger and hatred at how he's always compared seen as stupid and not as gifted as his brothers are or seen as a complete joke most of the time that has to do something.

Genuinely? No, not at all

Mikey's character isnt just the funny guy, he is so so full of love for his family and he is very emotionally smart

Like the closest one would be 2003 because they don't really acknowledge his accomplishments, but I don't think he would hate his family for it even a little bit, he might be annoyed but he gets them right back by rubbing it in their faces whenever he gets the chance

And I know 2012 has fights with his brothers a lot, but he's also super smart and understands why they get annoyed, there was the one episode he ran away, but it was mostly out of a depression and not anger, and his brothers tend to make up for it

Most of the fights he has with his brothers are sibling fights, the amount of times I have fought with my siblings, screamed that I hated them, and even tried to get them in trouble for hurting me (usually on accident) is a lot like how the turtles interact with each other

Maybe Im projecting a little bit cause I hold zero resentment to my siblings (even now when I live with my sister and we'll argue over whose fault it is dinner is burnt, it was hers), but I think if anything Mikey would be more annoyed with his brothers before he resents them, and trust me, those are very different feelings

Also while yes Mikey isn't as skilled as his brothers, hes the fastest learner, he chooses not to become more skilled because he just wants to be a teenager, he would be an amazing ninja but he would have to give up who he is to do that, but his brothers have his back, so he doesnt need to

#tmnt #tmnt mikey #ink talks #asks #anon asks #I would call this a character analysis but Im too lazy to find proof to my claims

[panda4starz]

I've decided I wanted to be cringe and throw an oc into the ROTTMNT universe even though the oc belongs to a totally different fandom! So here's me throwing a Dragon Ball Z oc at the Hamatos! Essentially, this is mostly giving Splinter a co-parent to help raise the turtles, and giving Gonan (the oc) happiness through parenthood while still stressing her out with the Hamato's own enemies.

(This is actually my first time drawing Splinter and I'm actually pretty proud of how he turned out considering :D)

More details under the cut!

For those that know DBZ, Gonan is Gohan's twin sister, and this specific version of her is the one that suffered through the future timeline with the androids. Gohan still dies, and that takes a pretty nasty toll on Gonan. For this storyline, Gonan uses the time machine to warn the past Z-Fighters of the androids alone. However, when trying to get back to her timeline, the time machine malfunctions and tosses her into ROTTMNT's universe instead. Out of fuel and with no scientist she trusts with handing over a time machine, Gonan is stuck with the only minor hope she has being mystic means. However, interdimensional portals take a heavy toll on whoever makes them, and she isn't willing to risk someone else's safety, nor does she think that anybody would want to risk their safety just to help her in the first place. Assuming that way would even work.

If you do not know DBZ, you may have an abridged version of her general story (half of this quote being from Dragon Ball Z Abridged, though edited to better fit Gonan).

"When I was a toddler, my uncle showed up, kidnapped me and my brother, and then Mr. Piccolo killed him and my dad. Then Mr. Piccolo kidnapped me and my brother, the Saiyans showed up, killed a bunch of people - including Mr. Piccolo. Then we went to Namek, a bunch more people died, we came back, then my dad died again. Then all my friends died, then everyone else was dying, including my brother, eventually. So, Bulma made a time machine and sent me back so I could prevent my dad from dying - from a heart disease, no less - and warn everyone about the terminator androids threat. After that, I tried to go back to my own timeline, but the time machine screwed up, and it landed me in this dimension where I'm still on Earth, but the Earth itself is different, I ran into a rat man and his four turtles, decided to help him out while I looked for a way to go back to my own dimension without having to hand my time machine to a shady scientist. Found that it was hopeless unless I was willing to sacrifice someone, and that someone was willing to sacrifice themselves for me, so that wasn't gonna work. So I gave up and decided I was too conflicted with leaving you guys anyway, so here we are. Any questions?"

(This may very well be a conversation she has with the turtles, most likely after season 2 at least, or more likely after the movie.)

I've still got a lot to figure out with all of this, but I do have some things!

Splinter and Gonan occasionally confide in each other about their past trauma, so they're a little better when it come to the whole being there for the kids thing.

Splinter's depressive episodes are fewer and farther between than would have been in Canon, thanks to Gonan and him exchanging stories. Talking about it helped a bit, even if he may not want to admit it. It helps that Gonan has promised to protect the family from whatever comes their way (and promise to return. He doesn't want his sons to go through what he had with his mother.)

Gonan has depressive episodes also, however she tends to try and keep being useful, whether it be providing for the family or keeping up in her training. Her depressive episodes can also be somewhat predictable (May will always be a hard month for her)

Speaking of training, Splinter has taught Gonan ninjitsu over the years! While Splinter was willing to teach her, he was a little hesitant to teach the boys as he didn't want to put the burden of the Hamato clan on their shoulders. Gonan advocated that they should learn so they could defend themselves if need be, and he agreed. That and they had shown interest anyway, having watched Lou Jitsu

Speaking of Lou Jitsu now, Gonan obviously knew nothing of Lou Jitsu and Splinter was immediately outraged. One of the first things he had sent her out to get was Lou Jitsu merchandise, and eventually the movies, even if they didn't have a TV yet. That was rectified as soon as possible, and they were both glad that it captivated the turtles so they could take a break every now and then.

Gonan occasionally works at Run of The Mill! She actually found Hueso before finding Splinter, and she had gotten information about the Hidden City from him after working a couple shifts. She ran into Splinter while trying to find an entrance that Hueso had given her directions to.

Upon realizing that Gonan's concept of childhood wasn't exactly normal by any means, including the educational side of it (she and Gohan were just about doing calculus at age four), Splinter is typically in charge of how the kids are raised, and Gonan helps wherever she can, though mostly still ends up with the educational side, after reminding herself of where Splinter thinks they should be at and just reminding herself of the material in general

Gonan sort of connects with all four of the turtles in different aspects of themselves.

She'd been paranoid after hearing about the foot clan and she's always had to have a med kit on hand before hand, so she's set up a medical area just in case for her own peace of mind. Leo eventually took interest in helping his brothers with their scraps and bruises and asked her to teach him the basics. Gonan happily taught him, especially since they started wandering off on their own and she'd feel better if one of them knew how to take care of stuff like that just in case.

Donnie's tinkering reminds Gonan of Bulma and Trunks, and she's always encouraged it. She even assists him sometimes when he's okay with it. While she isn't really good at the coding and stuff, she can definitely assemble pieces or generally provide manual labor.

Raph has/had anger issues, and frankly, so does she. So, she helps him out with it and they both learn together how to manage it without hurting the people around them, as they can both do so far too easily. They both also feel that protectiveness that borders (or bulldozes) into overprotectiveness and just want to take care of the family.

Mikey tends to remind Gonan of her father, Son Goku. Both with the shared color orange, and also with their happy-go-lucky attitude. They both look for the best in people and always give them second, and even third chances, no matter who it is. As such, Gonan actually was supportive of trying to redeem Draxum, though she still definitely kept an eye on him (and held that grudge for throwing Leo off a building). I haven't decided yet, but Gonan probably went with Mikey and Draxum to the amusement park Mikey had brought up

When Casey Jr. appears, Gonan instantly believes what he says, and she figures out way too much in so little time. She is not in a good place when they finally face the Krang. And she's definitely not in a good place after the initial battle.

That's what I've got for now! I'd like to flesh this out and write a bit for it, but I want to familiarize myself with the characters a bit more first. I'd appreciate any asks about this if anyone's interested!

#rottmnt #my art #dragon ball z oc #rottmnt au #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt fanart #crossover #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[strymes49]

Free Fall Direct - June 2023

Yes these are happening at the end of each month that’s just how things happen I guess XD

Time for the second monthly “newsletter” thing for my comic! And this time I have a few more Chapter 2 related things to show you, but first:

💜Somewhat Old News!💜

As you may know, the Free Fall website is open for business! There are lotsa extra goodies there to see, like concept art, an OST, and more! (There may even be a couple of secrets lying around :))))). So I definitely hope you guys are enjoying that.

Here’s the link if you’ve never been there yet: https://freefallwebcomic.neocities.org

One more music piece has been worked on for Chapter 1, and will be debuting on the website sometime soon, and then, Chapter 2 will begin! Speaking of...

💜Chapter 2 sneak peaks! 💜

This is the logo for Free Fall Chapter 2: The Flying Pizza! It looks edible doesn’t it?

This is the name of a pizza restaurant in Soaring Skies. It’s such a hip place to hang out and it has the best food you could possibly ask for! As for what the name means... is it weird to say that pizza is a spoiler?

It has taken a while for me to feel motivated and overcome multiple depression episodes to start really going at Chapter 2, but I think I’m ready. I am so sorry for the long long wait. So I think I need to treat you guys to a little something. Here’s the first thumbnails of the first few pages of The Flying Pizza...

Strymes seems to be having a bit of a nightmare... what is that black stuff...?

It isn’t much, I know, but it’s SOMETHING. I’m trying to get back into working hard and getting all these thumbnails done, but with a little more time, the first chunk of this chapter should be good to go ^^

💜IN CONCLUSION💜

Yeah things are going well. I’m sorry I don't have much to share this time. To be fair a lot of these are gonna end up being mostly sneak peaks. That’s pretty much the point of these anyway, right? If you’re still one of the 5 people who are a fan of the comic, I’m glad you are, and I wholeheartedly appreciate all of you for sticking with me through this. It’s been rough for me lately for some reason, mainly due to a habit of overworking myself, and I can’t get a proper professional diagnoses on my own right now for my mental health. Doing this is what keeps me going, so thank you all for your support. It means a lot. 😊💜 See you all later for a hot pizza dinner! 😋

#freefall #freefallwebcomic #freefalldirect #freefallupdate #webcomic #webcomicupdate #webcomic update #comic #webcomic series #strymes #bird #nightmare #pizza #chapter 2 #the flying pizza #autumn #priscill #pizza restaurant

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

“ the amount of times 39/40 year old john spent going Im Just An Old Calm Guy Now :) Who Would Ever Want To Be Twenty Again? This Is Good :) I’m Having A Good Time” Have you not heard fake it til you make it? 🥲 On a serious note I know people usually tend to fall on extremes ends of the spectrum with John’s state of being in 1980 (not you just in general); we either hear how he was absolutely miserable or had finally come out the other side happy and hopeful. Of course people aren’t linear so obviously it was never just one thing but if anything I think John’s Bermuda trip was a very hopeful indicator that John was capable of taking the plunge and of eventually moving on to a new chapter of his life where he exercised more self agency. He was so optimistic about his 40’s that I want to believe it indeed would have gotten better. Honestly I don’t think he and Yoko would have ever gotten divorced but I think their marriage would have only continued to evolve into something quite different than what it was in the beginning. I’m thinking of those marriages that are all but ‘officially’ open where they take intermittent breaks with other partners before they come back together again and so on. It already kind of seemed they were on that road by 1980 anyway and while May Pang’s account of John being anguished that a marriage could be “incomplete” aka monogamous, that was in 74 and despite Double Fantasy pushing that image of a reconciled marriage, that’s only a work of art and real life is something else. I love rpf btw lmao so if John ‘had love in his voice when he was angry’ but is now giving his ‘window smile’ this reminds me of an emotionally checked out John kind of reminiscent of how Cynthia described John being pleasant to her face but distant near the very end, and John being kind in Get Back but vacillating between engaging and sitting back.

just to be clear, when I said John reiterating he was happy and looking forward to the future was illegal, I was not calling him out for overcompensating (which he might have been) but pointing out that the amount of tragically ironic things he said just before he was killed is a bit unbearable to me lmao.

To me, John's state by 1980 is a bit of a mystery. My feeling is similar to yours: I think he was sincerely feeling good about the future – the fact he was creating music again, being productive after years of very little output, is indicator enough for me. I particularly agree with you that the Bermuda trip specifically seems to have been a turning point or would have been :(. What's much more opaque is how exactly he was doing between '75 and summer '80. I tend to feel he was relieved to have achieved relative normality – his life was clearly still Wild™, but he emphasized that he was able to just walk around outside undisturbed, which must've been a huge weight off his shoulders – and also still struggling massively with depressive episodes and addiction. It definitely seems like Yoko took on an extremely controlling role in his life, which I don't entirely blame her for because I think John was uniquely difficult to deal with in any other way (as Cynthia's approach to him kind of shows). I don't really think JohnandYoko were a healthy couple, but I do think their decade-long proximity alone was enough to make them both incredibly fond of each other, even after their initial honeymoon phase crashed and burned. Whether they would have ended up separating or, as you suggest, become extremely "pragmatic" about the boundaries of their marriage, is hard for me to say. John and Yoko were together not much longer than John was with Cyn (and if you subtract the Lost Weekend it becomes nearly identical) so I'm not sure you could for sure say they had passed some threshold where it would be "too much effort" for them to divorce – that being said, John was definitely more likely to make brash decisions at 27 than at 40+ and there were more sunk costs involved in his relationship with Yoko that would make admitting to his marriage to her being a mistake more difficult for him. (and, I do think John would find it very difficult to separate from anyone without initially deciding that it was all bad – that seems to be how his brain worked. But perhaps he had matured past that attitude)

Double Fantasy is so odd to me – the marketing and reception of it is so incongruent with a lot of the actual content. As you say, art isn't real life, but after listening to it a few times, I find it hard not to think John and Yoko didn't at least have a close-call, where they were on the verge of divorce. Or, if they didn't, it's wild to me they placed I'm Losing You and I'm Moving On on their tracklist in that way, because that's what those two songs together sound like. (though I guess, perhaps it was actually representing the Lost Weekend to them? though I'd count that period as a close-call lol)

Either way, the main reason I'm perhaps more optimistic about John in 1980 than some is he... Just seems by then to have become pretty self-aware. He hadn't resolved his mental issues but he understood them reasonably well, could describe them. And I think a lot of his issues – mostly extreme emotions – are things that tend to naturally settle down as you reach middle age, even when you don't get help. The depression was probably still a major issue, but the fact he was keeping busy when he died is definitely a promising start for dealing with that.

#ask #anon #df #john #80 #jy #my analysis

[quodekash]

RGJFDNLGEJKSGJEKSNDGKJBRDSKJGB OS2 MSP TIME OS2 MSP TIME OS2 MSP TIME OS2 MSP TIME HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP I MIGHT DIE

i need to take a break before i start because holy hell idk if im gonna make it

HOLY HELLLL

SOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWIN GUYS SOUNDWIN ARE ON MY SCREEN FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE FEBRUARY HOW THE HELL DO I DEAL WITH THIS SOMEONE HELP

"welcome to my school president in the multiverse of cuteness" I SWEAR, IS THAT TITLE A PARODY OF MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS? PLEASE TELL ME ITS MAKING FUN OF MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS

AAAAAAAAAAAA TINN HELLO TINN HELLO HELLO

THEYRE EVEN IN EACH OTHER'S ROOMSSSSSSS

i love how gun sleeps on a double bed but he sleeps right in the middle with the other pillow smushed haphazardly to the side

GJKREDGF THE EXACT PARALLELS I LOVE THIS

THIS IS LIKE EXACTLY GUN'S WARM UP SPEECH

PROBABLY WORD-FOR-WORD

i smell merch

why is it outside in this universe

GIUERBGUBREOGB

SOUND IS THERE

WIN ISNT PART OF THE BAND YET

SOUND IS THERE

AND TIW IS THERE

HELLO TIW

WE ARE FINALLY TAKING ADVANTAGE OF TIW'S INCREDIBLE RANGE OF SKILLS

AND YO WITH PHAT'S GLASSES?????

GNEJRKSDBG

sound with the game is just making me think of james from futs, which, no, i have not yet seen, but i do know some things

wait or is satang's character koh

i cant remember

and no, i have not yet moved on from this one frame, just let me appreciate it for a little bit longer

i want this chair

but also i dont

it would be fun to curl up in like a weirdly shaped cat

i wish i could see all these posters in full

HOLY CHINZHILLA SHRINE BUT LION

i see weve already got the soundwin red/yellow agenda going on (@ashedddaisy please see this)

genuine question tho, whose boxing gloves are those???

i see weve got tiwpor's pink and blue already very present

seeing phat without glasses is very strange

okay, i think im good, im done appreciating this one frame. time to move on and continue with the actual episode

GUYS I LOVE TIW SO MUCH

IGERIGDBJERB I DIDNT PROCESS THAT

WE USED TO GET WIN/YO FRIENDSHIP

BUT NOW ITS SOUND/PHAT FRIENDSHIP

GEIHRKBGRUEJKBGKRE

i freaking love sound so much

HELL YES, THE DRAMATIC MUSIC AND THE STARTING INTO THE DISTANCE AND THE FIST IN THE AIR AND THE DRAMATIC STATEMENT, I LOVE WHEN THIS HAPPENS AND TINN DOING IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

GIMMMM

pls this was so funny for some reason

ratchanee. thats so strange to me. is she not just gim.

"keep it down! her son is staring at you!" yeah, because he's in love with him

DAMN, FOURTH REALLY PERFECTED THE 'staring at your crush but you really just look like a serial killer' LOOK

GIUESBG THESE LINES BUT CHANGED FOR TINN IM DYING

"his skin is fairer. hes even taller than me now. he still has that pair of bunny teeth. but he's a lot cuter!" FOURTH'S VOICE IN THIS HRBGHRBG

PORGUN FRIENDSHIP PORGUN FRIENDSHIP PORGUN FRIENDSHIP (ft sounds face in the foreground bc i had to)

PLS THIS IS SO FUNNY

I GASPED

THEY SPED THROUGH THAT QUICKLY

ALSO A FEW THINGS TO MENTION ALREADY:

1. why he look so depressed. you need a hug winny pooh?

2. hes wearing the exact shade of purple that sound often wears. so thats pretty interesting.

PLS I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH

mark, i-

HELL YEAH HES FAMOUS AS WINNIE THE POOH, A BASSIST

HELL YES

also i love yo at the bottom there, desperately clinging to the wall

HE'S CROSS-EYED, WHY IS HE CROSSEYED IN THIS SHOT

IT GOT WORSE

"huh? why me?" "the chemistry between you two is just right" HELP

this one image brings so much more dopamine to my soul than i can possibly express

GBERKHJBGREBLBERIEKGJRBGJSG

THE SLAM AGAINST A WALL but not in a sexy way BUT REVERSED HELL YES I LOVE THEM

MY RIVALS TO LOVERS BOIIIIISSSS

I LOVE THEM

IM GONNA GO FERAL

because we need a 12 episode plot to progress in 2 episodes, sound

THE ROAR

TINN'S LITTLE ROAR

EGHRKDBJ

ah shoot i ran out of images again (this has to stop happening)

ill make a second post and then post both (or possibly all, i may need more than two for this lol) at the same time

#quodekash watches our skyy 2 despite desperately needing to sleep #soundwin #winsound #satangwinny #winnysatang #winny thanawin #satang kittiphop #my school president #my school president the series #tinngun #guntinn #geminifourth #gem4th #gemini norawit #fourth nattawat #tiwpor #tiwsonpor #markford #mark pakin #ford allan #ford arun #prom theepakon #captain passatorn #phat msp #msp phat #yo msp #msp yo #pat msp #msp pat

[mysteriawrites]

Can i get bnha matchup please ?

Appearance

I'm 150 cm tall and over weight with black hair and eyes. I got heart shape face and long hair . I'm not wearing any make up but if i have to do it i would like to make a cat eye make up !

Personality

I used to have ocd but now i have a depression and limerence so i get jealous very easily and i mean it. Like if my boyfriend talk with anybody alot i will get jealous. I want to be the first priority because I put them on top of everything too . I'm kind of yandere but at the same time im very romantic too. I would like to be with them all the time soooo clingy haha. I like to take care people i love and give them the word they want to hear. I can write song for them too. I sleep ALOT

Woah my first ask!!! :0 Thank you so much for the request I really appreciate it. Well then without further ado! DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

I MATCH YOU WITH:

KIRISHIMA EJIRO!!!

After reading your description and a little bit of mental consultation, I decided that our dear Red Riot would be a wonderful match for you.

He would love every bit of you from the bottom of his heart not despite your flaws, but because of them and how they make up who you are.

He will love whatever shape or size you are, but if it makes you happy, he will help you make positive changes for yourself. He would also think you're beautiful with or without makeup but if you wanted to wear some, he would ask to help put it on and if he could fix your hair for you.

He will help you through depressive episodes whether that means trying to cheer you up or just being there to sit in the dark with you, so you know he's always there for you.

He will try his absolute best to comfort you if your OCD ever rears its head, so you'll feel safe no matter how anxious it makes you feel.

He will love you just as much as you love him (maybe even more in his opinion you guys certainly have a who loves who more competition).

If you think you're clingy then oh boy, you and Kirishima cling to each other as if your lives depended on it. He always wants to be around you whether that means hanging out, cuddling and playing with your hair, or just sitting in silence. Man just can't get enough of you!

Some cute dates I think you guys would go on would be the park, the aquarium, the movies, and cuddling at home. You guys would enjoy watching jellyfish at the aquarium, eat ice cream in the park, cuddle while watching rom-coms and scary movies at the theater, and snuggle at home after cooking dinner together and crashing on the couch after a day doing one or all of the above date ideas.

Kirishima is a perceptive person; he pays attention to those around to him especially those close to him to make sure they're happy. If there is ever a time where you're feeling particularly jealous (for example if he's hanging out with Mina and the other students of UA) he'll notice immediately and reassure you that you're the only one in his eyes, and you didn't hear it from me, but he may plan a little surprise to make it up to you.

As caring as we all know Kirishima is to those around him, it is also well known that Kirishima is particularly hard on himself sometimes. Tends to bag on himself if he can't help his friends, isn't a good enough hero, or just overall doesn't see himself as manly enough. As much as he cares about you, you care about him and do everything in your power to remind him that he is doing his best and that he is perfect just the way he is and a great hero.

You two are the perfect duo. Always there to lift each other up and make sure the other feels loved. You would move the sea, earth, and sky for each other if you had to just to make the other smile again.

Oh boy that was long I may have gotten a bit carried away lol. Well, I hope you like it (this is my first time doing this kind of thing so sorry if it sucks >_<).

Runners Up: Iida Tenya, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, and Mirio Togata.

#m #multi fandom blog #mha #kiri #mha kirishima #kirish #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #matchups #multifa

[serenafainx]

!! hello 2023 !! this is just a thing to help remember and summarise what my kids have done this year, and potential plans for the new year but pls note — the code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules ... (hehe pirates)

content warnings: mentions of depression, brutal injury, homelessness

༶ ⋆ SERENA 

in 2022:

moved into elias, with sorrel as her roommate

continued her diploma of costume design with walt university

still working at the drycleaner’s/laundromat

regular stall-holder in the maker’s market

assisted with 2 productions by walt uni, in the costume dept

now lead costume designer for romeo & juliet 

reunited with jasper skellington and twas cathartic

maybe falling for ….. a blonde 👀

for 2023:

wants to learn how to drive !!

will focus more on her visions-ability ; she’ll start to take this part of herself more seriously, and offer more help with it. so far, she’s kept it a very close secret.

may get more confrontational if villains keep making her friends miserable >:((

where will her costume design hobby take her ? she may start to take commissions from her friends, if they would like certain outfits ?

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- BELLE 

in 2022:

moved to elias, living with adam

worked at the public library for a few months

now works full-time as the executive assistant to sulley, in sullivan inc.

plays fortnightly d&d games !!

joined a bookclub

( kept her depressive episodes a secret from her friends, and also her concerns about her father’s health - to date, she’s only told penelope )

for 2023:

...she should probably take care of her mental health more

should open up to her friends more :((

will pursue her degrees in archaeology, history, and/or library sciences ? and then go on to do her master’s degree in archaeology? and then her pHD ?!?!?!? this will take years

she’s going to start realising that perhaps elias is not so much an adventure when all she pursues is work. she’ll start to be a bit more self-focused this year. ( “ i want adventure in the great wide somewhere !! ” )

⍋*:･ﾟ NICK     ( aka. money money money - abba.mp3 )

in 2022:

stole watches and sold them smh

got to know what little there is of elias’ criminal underground (mainly NPCs and decha and beck, he avoids the big guns)

making friends! wdym he actually likes it here in elias ?? :/

didn’t really care for his studies, he’s just passing rn, i think he’s doing business or communications ?

in 2023:

starting to work with some sketchy ppl - namely, selling counterfeit items when he can (not much though)

working with a forger; he can now help make fake IDs, forge documents, birth certificates. does not deal with money though, won’t forge cheques or anything like that.

just wants money !!!! 

nick on christmas day 2022: “i should probably date someone ://” and he’ll be a menace, a slut, you might say-

✫⌒ BEATRIX

in 2022:

regularly attended therapy in elias after she was kind of traumatised from brutalising a criminal back in townsville (still has told NO ONE about it, except her sisters, who only know because of the professor)

still has not found a ‘hobby’ to counteract her love for fighting

...instead, she has been partying and going clubbing a lot wee-woo

MADE FRIEENDSS and bothers them all the time ://

started working at bueno nacho, come thru for the free food guys

for 2023:

.... i’m not actually sure, but i know that she’s going to need to work on opening up to her friends. this might be her focus-on-emotions year.

she may end up quitting university to work full-time and do something else (sorry professor)

♛･*˚ KIT    

in 2022:

god what hasn’t this man done

lots of community service, still doing things for ulstead too

hired beverly as an assistant in december 2022, to assist with elias plans and business. he currently is thinking of starting a foundation in elias, but TBA and still quite up in the air

reunited with his oldest friend elsa and i cried

mourning the curse on his brother ... struggling a lot internally rip

for 2023:

working on building the foundation

LIFTING THE CURSE OF PIP ??

idk he just needs to feel normal and not work all the time, so any friend who can do that is a golden friend indeed

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MEG

in 2022 (mainly off the dash bc she arrived in december hehe):

was pawning off the last of hades’ things

lived in a homeless shelter for a month or two before the goddess hestia gifted her an apartment 

got a job at sk8es and the movie theater

had a short friendship/relationship with roxas reyes, and it did not go well

wherever hercules is, she avoids it

for 2023: 

more friends, more connections, because it’s her connections with people that keep her grounded and not like a lost spirit

want her to explore her hobbies more: being a movie and food critic, and also a gentle interest in architecture

she’ll probably buy a new pair of headphones. and a new phone ://

#creations. #about. #!!! i tHINK im done idk just wanted this out there #not me almost forgetting about the romeo & juliet play #this is why i need this post #ill ........ do smth with that eventually GVJHgvjHGVJHGV #i mean im sure the theatre dept is disrupted all the time bc shit keeps happening in elias #we got this !!! - fantasia theatre motto

[sunspiritdown]

I tried so many new things this year. The anniversary of my planned su!c!de comes closer and closer. I really don’t know how to cope with that. I guess that’s what i am good at. Trying new things. Not at doing these things themselves. But it seems to be my strength to find new perspectives for me. Honestly that is probably because it’s either that or death for me any time my life falls apart. Put it back together. That sounds disgustingly positive and yes, i am very tired of being forced to do so because I can’t..finish anything? Finish is the wrong word. you don’t finish a job such as being a waitress or a medical assistant. It’s rather a pushing through maybe? Till it’s a routine, a life, your life. That’s what i can’t do. A lot of people tell me that it’s okay to take time at finding the right thing. I’m just not sure if there is a such thing or if i have the ability to feel that it’s the right thing in my current ongoing state of mental health.

I can’t believe that there are people in this city at this time of the year without depression. Like clear symptoms of clinical depression. How long is the sadness staying till they call it depression again?

How can anyone feel like this and go “oh hell yeah, amma keep going :D”.? tf bro really.

I am in a situation where some doctors may still say that i have “one depressive episode” and not one that comes back all the time. Can you believe i am still on medication?? It’s not even possible for me to imagine what it would be like without them. Once again the question of “is it bad enough?” is coming to my own mind. Fair enough, that’s unusual. But if i stock up the meds i think i’m on full dose. i’ll try to push that back till a little bit further in winter but i am not sure at what risk i am putting myself by doing so.

Well, I have multiple appointments with doctors in the upcoming time to figure exactly that out.

Good luck guys, stay safe!

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