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kakushino · 6 months

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The Queen

Ryomen Sukuna x F! Reader

He never orders you around - rather, he requests.

Tags: slight gore, suggestive, fem reader, true form Sukuna Word count: 1,7k

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AN: Fanart used in banner made by the amazing @innaillus - be sure to check out their divine fanart Written as a Secret Santa's gift for @zoyakuna - Merry (early) Christmas! (and pls stop slandering Giyuu, it's causing me undue stress)

There was little to amuse you in your secluded throne room underground.

Correction - there had been little to amuse you out of your throne room, so you had retreated back into your palace - and even then, was it a palace, when there were no servants, no great halls, no music, and no consort?

Just you - the Supreme Sovereign - and your throne made of roots and vines.

Which made it odd to hear a sound echo in your chamber. You feared nothing, no one, and your heart remained steady, not a beat out of place, your eyes closed as you rested from lifetimes of exhaustion.

“Who goes there?” you called out, not moving from your reclined position.

You were it to him, the holy grail of his searching - the Queen of Curses. Your name was feared enough that it had been scratched out from all written sources, the feats accredited to you terrifying… yet thrilling to Sukuna. He had needed to meet you, though he knew not why… A deep hunger for companionship, another who could stand at his level, who could reign with him from his Shrine, a craving so consuming he nearly went mad with his searching.

And he did find you, though hardly in the condition he thought he would.

“This is what You have become? The cynosure of all mortals reduced to a wretch.”

The voice was rough, forceful - distinctly male - though the tone held a hint of remorse and confusion. “All beauty is short-lived,” was all you said, a slight irritation churning your stomach for the first time in - decades, centuries, millenia? Who knows?

“Not for curses. We are eternal.” You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, and intense. It lashed out at your own, but like water parting around a blade, yours did too, accepting and redirecting the angry force, dispersing it, and eventually absorbing it. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being suffocated under the weight of the world, a drop of water quenching a soul-deep thirst in the desert of life.

You opened your eyes and sat up properly as you studied him.

The man - curse - was tall, broad, and regal. A king would be a title befitting his posture. His hair was a light color you could hardly make out in the darkness of your abode. The dark marks adorning his face stood out starkly against his skin, as did the shape of the disfigured flesh on the right side of his face. Four gleaming eyes were focused on you, four arms relaxed at his sides.

This man was fascinating, and beautiful; he could easily sway the hearts of humans, bring them to their knees. Too bad you were not human.

“Join me, your Majesty.” Despite the wording, it was a plea. How odd.

“Who are you to ask anything of me?” You blinked slowly. You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, intense, … defensive, lonely. It enticed you, spoke to you in a language you understood all too well. It wasn’t in your nature to deny an honest request.

“Ryomen Sukuna, your Majesty,” he introduced himself. There was a sense of pride in the way he spoke, as if his existence was created, carved out, into the world by his own hands.

Perhaps Ryomen Sukuna would be the cure to your continued boredom.

You stood up from your throne, your figure hardly atrophied as your cursed energy kept you in peak form. The roots and vines retreated into the cave walls, leaving no trace of your royal seat, the chamber empty again for centuries to come.

“Very well.”

Living with Sukuna was hardly boring. Each day, you felt your apathy falling away as you spent time with the King of Curses, until you smiled freely in his presence. The day you realized he softened you to this degree came all too suddenly.

His cruelty to humans who sought to undermine him was but a flimsy curtain of who he truly was. Like a displeased cat, claws exposed, he scratched up those daring to approach him, but with you -

With you he was as playful and borderline affectionate as the tabby you used to feed back in your human days. It warmed your heart, and your cheeks, to feel his eyes on your figure. It made you feel unsteady on your feet. It made you question who was the ruler of the other, who held the power over the other; the power imbalance slowly became a balance - your energy dimmed by the way he could play you like a puppet.

All these feelings weaved together and knotted around your heart, snaring you in a complex web too tight to escape, exposing your throat to him like a delicacy to be gorged upon.

Only if you let him know, that is.

You somehow felt that a man like him wouldn’t settle, and more importantly, he was a man; just another one of the hordes who wanted a demure consort, you could bet. You were not a dainty flower he likely sought; you were a weed - growing strong despite the harshest of conditions, clawing out a place for your existence where there had been none before. The Curse of Curses.

So you buried those feelings like a female buried herself under layers of junihitoe - though you refused to wear that monstrosity despite the latest fashion in Japan, as all the fabric was too heavy for comfort. You made do with the yukata you stole from Sukuna’s wardrobe. It was definitely not because it smelled like him.

You kept away from the humans and the ruling in his Shrine, spending time with Uraume, him, or alone in the gardens - until you could not. He’d left you in charge of his Kingdom when he had business to do.

Human men were deplorable, thinking you were just a weak curse to be manipulated and slandered. You didn’t raise your voice at all, yet it shut everyone up in the hall - save for one local lord thinking himself too mighty to listen. No amount of flattery would have kept him alive after that. A wave of your hand made vines grow out of his guts - burrowing through his flesh as easily as tearing paper apart; sweet-smelling white flowers bloomed from the mess of red-coated plant matter in the middle of the chamber.

You sat in Sukuna’s throne of bones, regal and untouchable.

That was how he found you - presiding over his subjects like the Goddess you were, and bloody Spring sprouted in front of him, rubies glinting upon the stone floors like a grotesque decoration.

At first, he had wanted to study you - the Queen of Curses, the Supreme Sovereign, older than him, wiser, more powerful. Forgotten, yet not forgotten enough for him not to find any sources mentioning your title. He had been curious about you, and then he became curious about the feelings you evoked in him. Your presence in his home converted from an adornment into an emollient to him, smoothing the rough edges and softening the spikes of his defenses against you, yet you remained the centerpiece of his attention, even when you weren’t in his presence. He found himself thinking about you in all his waking moments.

“Everyone, out.”

He could not hide his devotion to you if he tried now - it had grown roots in his soul and fed off of his life-force, yet strengthened it twice as much. His heart was set ablaze every time he laid eyes upon your form, the blood in his veins searing hot, branding him from the inside - a slave to you forevermore.

And so he knelt at your feet, the bottom two of his arms supporting him as he leaned forward, his top pair carefully reaching for your foot and raising it to his face.

The King of Curses kissed your ankle, closing his eyes in silent worship to his Goddess, his World.

“Your Majesty,” he greeted you in a whisper, his lips caressing your skin.

Your eyes grew soft as you studied him, your posture proud but your expression fond. “Sukuna.”

Wet, hot tongue darted out to taste your skin, making you jolt and tear your leg from his grasp with pursed lips. The tabby was particularly impertinent today.

“You have no respect for your Queen, do you?”

“On the contrary, I hold all the respect for you.” His smirk was mischievous, he knew as well as you did neither of you were serious about this. Just a harmless teasing, if a bit skewed.

You used your foot to lightly push against his chest to tip him over onto his back - which he let you do, for he could have as easily resisted. Even falling down, he looked graceful. It made you feel warm inside your ribcage as you pushed a joyous smile down.

Sukuna turned the fall into a backwards roll, ending up on his knees again.

“At least you know your place - on your knees before me…”

“I-” he licked his lips, “I would gladly be on my knees for you all day, Your Majesty.”

Oh? It was your turn to give him a smile full of mischief as he slowly moved back to you. You remained silent.

“Has a cat got your tongue?”

Sukuna shuffled forward on his knees, his top pair of arms resting on the bones of his throne as he came even closer. Palms trailing to your thighs and covering them with his hands - an easy feat with his size.

You could do naught but marvel at the contrast of your limbs and his - each powerful and deadly in their own right, each in a different way. There was no tremor of fear in your muscles, only anticipation, even while he lightly spread your legs to fit his torso between them as you lounged on his throne.

“Let me feast on your nectar.” His voice, smooth like silk, a plea rather than an order, the nuance of his tone telling all you needed to know. He appeared unreadable to others, but he was as exposed and vulnerable as a newborn babe to you at this moment.

Even so, your lips parted in surprise at his request for you didn’t expect him to say it out loud at last. “Forward, aren’t you?”

His carmine eyes - all four of them - focused on yours with an intensity you were only just getting used to with him. Sukuna said nothing as he waited for your response.

The devil didn’t bargain, after all.

“Very well… Show me how you would worship your Queen, my King.”

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 9 months

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*tries to organize my thoughts*

*remembers i'm not in school and therefore beholden to neither heaven nor hell nor any man's grading system*

*joyously shredding & tossing all my carefully arranged 3x5 mental notecards into the air like so much beige confetti. raising my arms in victory, cheering raucously until i accidentally inhale bits of homemade confetti*

(*coughing up itty bits of paper like a cat evicting a hairball with a firm understanding of tenants' rights*) wait wat happens next

#i marie kondoed my thoughts and *i* feel great. but now my stream-of-consciousness has escaped containment #so many innocent bystanders at stake #every time i try to organize my thoughts i run out of plastic bins and have to make a trip to the container store where i get even more dis #racted so. you can't just hand me THIS brain and NO catalogue OR library classification system #and expect me to single-handedly sort through all this nonsense? bad form but fucking form not in my job description #aNYways. formal education sure did a FUCKING NUMBER on us huh #(a number i measure not in gpa or dollars of student debt.#but in the number of therapy sessions & medical debt it will take to recover.)#seriously folks. our education systems are...innately traumatizing for a huge number of students. and we NEED to address this.#the fact that it is culturally common for adults to have anxiety nightmares about school/exams...even decades later?#that is not cute. it is Alarming.#no one--much less entire generations--should be spending their developmental years in an environment of chronic stress & pressure & strain #and yet that is the reality for millions and millions of pre-teen and teenage and young adult students #this isn't healthy and it serves and empowers NO ONE #...except of course the many exploitative educational & financial & debt-collecting institutions thriving from the current balance of power #and of course it's a nefarious and powerful way to sabotage/erase the middle class #which billionaires and the wealth-inequality creators they finance couldn't possibly have any noteworthy interest in whatsoever #it's not like there's an elite group of people with huge financial incentives to drain/steal resources from the masses...#anyways sorry for going all Conspiracy Theory on you.#obviously the billionaires who control the vast majority of our resources and news and political campaign funding #are not tied to every single itty bitty social issue and i'm a silly billy to imply it #please tell elon musk to ignore this tweet i am so subservient and acquiescent #mr musky u r so good at inheriting slavery-built mining fortunes & buying other people's companies #& building rocket ships & fancy cars that do NOT explode/catch fire & also NOT running billion dollar companies into the ground #mr musky u r so talented genius billionaire playboy with 10 kids and ex-wives who find you creepy af babe u r basically iron man

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harundraws · 4 months

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may i offer a YJ doodle dump in these trying times?

#yellowjackets #akilah yellowjackets #mari yellowjackets #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #taissa turner #van palmer #laura lee #harun art #i'mmmm experiencing some form of artblock!#working on said technical difficulties #first i'm gonna clear this medical theory exam i have in a few days... groannnnn #also i've started to reply to tags less #i'm getting the feeling i might be scaring folks away haha #i'm still replying to some! + to moots

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stonesandpeaches · 5 months

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humbly offers a few doodles, in these trying times

error sans -> loverofpiggies

(briefly) ink sans -> comyet

#sorry this week is a bit full of exams and long days of courses!#fenjkyart #error sans #error!sans #sans #undertale #au #undertale au #utmv #art #errortale #doodles #ink sans #briefly #maybe hed have 1 (one) asgoro merch in the form of a plushie; with the rest being posters

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whollysensei · 1 year

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since people liked my previous best budds drawing i think it's only fair to draw more of it so now they're YOUNGER

#pathologic #мор утопия #artemy burakh #артемий бурах #wonder bull #noukher #the haruspex #artists on tumblr #sketch #big dad man now in a child form #big bull boy shrank as well #or not #i have magic now and the wonder boy bull can suddenly live more then usual 12 years #though if big dad man is 28 yo and wonder bull is quite old perhaps about 11-12 yo #then artemy on the pic is 16-17 so i hope he atleast looks the age #maybe i'll draw kiddo puff cheecks boi soon #fucking watch me #i just need to pass all my uni exams first...

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wyrmswears · 29 days

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im so screwed i need to revise so badly hmm maybe its time to put ninjago hyperfixation on the back burner for a month and a week.

#tumblr posting as a form of self motivation (it wont work)#wyrm rambles #exam chronicles

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toastedpain · 1 year

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Fairy Gala Couture: Leona

Savanaclaw series- start.

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how-the-feathers-have-fallen · 1 year

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you're so fucking welcome to cry in my bathroom. you hear me?

steal the spare key from under the doormat or the key under the shoe rack or the key in the flower vase or the kitchen drawer or my favorite candle-

or steal it right out of my pocket.

(what do you mean why do i have so many house keys? ask this house why it has so many ghosts and why they keep leaving me)

break in at 3 am and make yourself at home

cry in my doorway if you can't make it any further

I'll get out of bed and carry you up. we'll sit on the floor of my tiny dilapidated bath stall, going through the box of shitty make-up I never bought and try to laugh

or throw plastic potted plants out the window onto the rusty pile of baby bikes I never rode if you need to scream and watch something shatter. I'd trade a million styrofoam sunflowers for your laughter

or we'll just curl up in a tight ball and lay in the ancient tub, turn on the shower and weep and wail and sob and shout till we're floating in a salt water ocean

who cares if the tile floor's cold. I've got a dozen fluffy robes hooked on the door. We'll build a soft nest to crash on and a fort to protect us. we'll find the old paperbacks I hid in the the laundry basket and read till the sun rises and sets and explodes.

who cares about those stupid lumps of porcelain plastic. they're ugly and I never wanted them. I think I'd rather have you break them than the world break you.

who cares if the tub's a little rickety and the water's cold and the boiler's old and loud and slow and we'll get soaked to the bone.

I'll hold you till you stop crying. and then I'll hold you after. when you need to come back from where you left to. back to my senior citizen tub in my decrepit water closet in the house you're welcome to. back to me and all my goddamn keys for the same empty lock.

#icarus' feathers have found a use #pov: you ask me to lend you a pen | icarus sheds his wings/just for a moment/just for a thought/just for a feather/and then he falls #poetry #yearning #longing #inspired by a post #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #going through my drafts from during my exams trying to make these half formed ideas into actual poems #lexi if u see this im working on the one i left in ur tags. haven't forgoten it #prose #free verse

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saskia-mae · 2 months

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how to revise effectively

revision is a very important part of education, but many people have no idea how. in this post i'm going to outline the basics of revision. it's important to note that different subjects will require you to revise differently, there is no one size fits all when it comes to revision.

less is more- studying for 30 focused minutes is way more effective than a 5 hour study session while you watch tv.

work on exam technique- this is such an overlooked part of revising for an exam, but if you know how to answer the questions and what structures to use, it will really help you. ask your teacher or search for your exam board online to find out the best way for your subject and exam board.

manage distractions- if like me you get distracted super easily, you need to create an environment with limited distractions. this means put your phone on do not disturb, if your house/place of study is noisy put some headphones on and listen to classical music or study ambience (my favourites are the Harry Potter rooms by Asmrweekly on youtube). if you get distracted while studying by thinking of things you need to do, something that's really helped me is to have a piece of paper next to me that i can write all my thoughts on, so i can continue studying and do what i've written afterwards.

set precise goals for your study session- this helps to reduce procrastination. for example, if I put "study geography" on my to do list i'll procrastinate, but if I put "do 30 flashcards for the topic hazards" I have a clear idea of what I need to do

use the pomodoro method- having breaks is really important in keeping you engaged while you're studying. I don't follow the typical timings, but I usually do between 30-45 minutes of studying followed by a 10-15 minute break depending on how I'm feeling

utilise your study breaks- it's so easy to pick your phone up and scroll through tiktok until you realise your 5 minute break turned into a 3 hour tiktok binge. when I go on a study break, I only go on my phone to snap people back, or for a little scroll on pinterest. I also like to get some more water, grab a snack and stretch. If I'm having a longer break, I'll try to get outside and go for a walk, especially if the weather is good (in England this is about 5 days of the year haha)

now, onto different ways to revise

doing past papers

doing flashcards

making timelines

doing essay plans

making mindmaps

blurting

quizzes

if you study languages, practicing translations or specific types of questions that come up in the exam (for my exam board this is things like gap fill activities, 90 word listening or writing summaries, finding synonyms in a text etc.)

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rowanwillow06 · 2 months

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16th April 2024

29 days till first exam

I’m gonna be honest!!! I completely stressed out about thinking about revision which is why I stopped posting/ doing anything in order to avoid the problem. I’ve started buckling down again so I figured I would start posting and see what happens :3

I’m going to stop volunteering over the exam period which will feel weird but grades are important right now. Anyway here’s my work for the day:

Write an essay on the US presidency, To what extent is the president imperial?

Write up my Pulp Fiction essay, To what extent is narrative an experimental device in Pulp Fiction

Play some animal crossing (I need a break 😭)

Do my second to last volunteering session :3

I also got my grade back for my Film studies coursework, I got 33/40 which is an A so I’m very happy with that, we have a write up to do for it so I still have a chance on making that grade slightly higher. I’m glad it’s over because it’s been so much work and honestly I have not enjoyed it 💀

For now I’m staying at school to get my essays done and listening to the study with cats pomodoro timer (I’m obsessed w these atm)

Hope you’re all doing well and have a lovely day <33333

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allgreekbitch · 1 month

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@marauders-girls-ships-microfics may 8, books, wc: 621

Every single day of the last two weeks was spent at the library. Marlene had to finish her thesis but her roommate was being annoying, so studying at the dorm wasn’t the greatest option. And so, the library it was.

In these two weeks, her eyes kept trailing towards that pretty girl that was always sitting two tables away from her, reading books. She wasn’t studying, she wasn’t doing any research as far as Marlene knew, but she was always reading novels.

And Marlene was intrigued. Even more so when one day, while this girl was gathering her things to leave, she spotted a pin of the bisexual flag on her bag.

So on a day that the library was packed and there were no available tables, she had an idea. Because that girl’s table was only occupied by her, and her only. And for that reason, instead of finding a different place to study, she stayed at the library. Only it wasn’t for her thesis.

She shamelessly headed for the reference desk. “Hi,” she smiled at the librarian.

The librarian, wearing a name tag that read Debbie, smiled back. “Hello, how can I help you?”

Still shamelessly, Marlene said, “I’m looking for a book that’s giving… like, sophisticated vibes.”

Debbie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “A book that makes you look sophisticated?”

“Yes!” Marlene smiled. “Sophisticated and gay. If that’s possible.”

Debbie blinked. “Right. Do you have any preference on what it’s about?”

“Hm, no.” Marlene couldn’t even pretend that she knew anything about the kind of books she was looking for. So, she just explained the situation. “Look, there’s this girl over there, and I want to go sit with her but I have to look cooler than I am, so, if you can help a girl out, I’d be forever grateful.”

Debbie, probably deciding that she didn’t care, gave her an aisle number and a book title. And Marlene was off to find it.

Minutes later, she found herself pretending to search for an available table, holding a heavy book that she doubted she would actually manage to read. She didn’t have enough free time to read a book with that many pages. But hopefully, it would help her initiate a conversation with that girl.

So, after she found no table – to no surprise – she headed for this girl’s table, and asked if she could sit. The girl smiled and nodded. It was the first time Marlene saw her smile, and needless to say, it was the most gorgeous smile she had ever seen, and she could only hope that her enthusiasm for sitting with her wasn’t too obvious.

The girl looked at the book Marlene was holding. “Oh, I love that book!”

Marlene silently thanked Debbie, she was definitely godsent. “Yeah?” She asked while settling down on an uncomfortable library chair. “What did you like about it?”

“Just the way it… presents lesbian relationships, and how it deconstructs a lot of stereotypes.” Marlene nodded along, happy to see that her plan was working. “Have you read it before?”

“No, I’m reading it for the first time,” Marlene explained.

“You have to tell me your thoughts when you finish it!” The girl said, and immediately seemed to reconsider her words. “I mean, if you want to, of course.” She laughed awkwardly. “You don’t know me.”

The corners of Marlene’s lips turned upwards to form a gentle smile. “I’ll keep you updated, stranger.” And she decided right then and there that she would definitely read this book. Exams be damned, she’d just have to somehow manage it all. “I’m Marlene, by the way.”

“I’m Mary,” The girl, Mary, said with that pretty smile of hers.

And so it began.

#marylene #marylene microfic #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #marlene x mary #marylene scenarios #marylene au #marylene fic #marauders era #the marauders #exams r coming up soon and i have no time to write an ao3 fic #so writing microfics is my form of escapism

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chanrizard · 1 year

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Chan, advice! As a 25yo I feel like I haven't achieved anything much because I didn't find my path, but I feel like I'm getting older and I feel a lot of pressure. I don't know what to do, some days I'm like "meh, anyways" and some days it really weighs me down

I see... Well I mean, it's not too late. 25 is still pretty young... I mean the kids tease me all the time but I'm fine with that, it's just having fun.

But yeah, as another 25yo I guess it's just a different case, but let's say if I wasn't here, if I didn't choose this path, I probably would be thinking the same so...

Just, I mean I can't say "do this or do that" because I'm pretty sure the universe is bound to give you clues and hints on what to do, but what I think is a good thing to do is be prepared, because you never know when an opportunity or a chance is gonna come so if you're prepared you can just grab that chance straight away, so yeah I think that's what I wanna say.

But another thing that I wanna say, it's completely normal. 'Cause I guarantee I probably would've felt that way, I'm pretty sure there's a lot of people out there who feel the same as well so yeah, it's never too late. Just take it easy, do what you wanna do, do what you enjoy doing, and yeah hopefully you'll find something that really really fits what you like to do :]

No worries, nooo worries ~

#bystay #staysource #channiesnet #le mie creature #mistophers cozy space #i love when he starts talking before the answer is fully formed in his brain so he just rambles and rambles until the thought is complete #OP as a fellow 25yo in your situation: i felt that 😭 + i need me a personal motivator like him lol #this is a good exercise for my upcoming CPE exam btw dhsadvkhs thanks channie #q

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catkin-morgs-kookaburralover · 8 days

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God? Are you there? Do you hear me? Did you hear me, tonight, crying instead of throwing up, for the first time in a month? Did you see me? Did you see the way I stared at the wall, while terrible thoughts passed through my mind? God? Are you there? Can you remind me, please, just this once, can you remind me of all the promises? There are stars in the sky, God. There's sand on the shore. But God, please. Are they for me? God? Are you there? Do you hear me? I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry for all the things I do, and the person I've become. I'm sorry that all I can think is that it means I should die. I know my friends, my family, wouldn't want that. God? Are you there? How do I stop feeling forsaken? I'm not even depressed, God. You brought me through that. But I'm still in the valley of the shadow of death. If they take me to the hospital, God, I'm scared I won't get a choice. I'm scared the only choice I have is the one I must not, cannot, take. God? Are you there? Do you hear me? Do you weep for me? Did your Son die for me? And, God? If that's true, why? God, I have scars that might not go away. I didn't mean to go that deep. Not with those. Unless I do something, God, I will never be able to wear shorts again. I've worn them with scarring, yes, but not that scar. God? Are you there? God? Do you love me?

#poetry #tw ed #tw sh #tw suicide #first things first. yes. im safe.#but i realised yesterday in the middle of my exam that if i end up at emergency for any reason i stand a very good chance of being #involuntarily treated if i resist. im gonna do my best to keep away from emergency obviously.#and i am fine! im just also. very not fine.#and being your local idiot i. couple of weeks ago decided for the third time in my life to self harm in the form of a word rather than just #lines. just above my knee. i expected it was shallow enough it would heal without scarring but it appears to be scarring #and unless i do something about it (read: add enough scar tissue on top to obscure it) if it doesn't heal i will legitimately never be able #to wear shorts again.#anyway yes to emphasise *i am safe* and also if anyone calls the cops on me at this point i *will* tell them im fine regardless of the trut #i do not have a current suicide plan.#this was. not true yesterday. but hey i called it off it's fine #anyway!

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