#im so envious and bitter

[kafkaesqueer]

This is what it feels like to be a closeted queer in a homophobic household hearing your family talking shit about lgbt while you're slowly dying inside (but you gotta smile through the pain because you can't blow your cover)

#can't wait to move out #but economy is shit and rents are sky high :') #i have no money no prospects and I'm frightened #i know im gonna get disowned if i come out #and im financially not ready for that. yet. #dont think its sth you can be ready for emotionally. i mean i say idc but like. i probably do. a lot. even though I hate my parents #its like whenever my mom tells me she loves me no matter what im like no you dont. you think you do but you don't #you dont know shit about me. youll never accept who i am and i hate you for that #but you're still my mom and part of me still loves and wants to be loved by you even though I hate you #gonna watch people coming out to their supportive parents and cry like a baby #im so envious and bitter #rant

[silenthillbunni]

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#sorry gnna sound like a shit person now but im not feeling well i just need to rant #nothing good ever happens to me. every aspect of my life is a mess. im constantly miserable w nothing to pull me out of it #it's been getting worse nd worse for years nd if it keeps getting worse im not gnna be able to take it much longer #ofc there are sooo many others who have it way way way worse than i do. so i feel weak nd pathetic for being so affected by it when i know #it could be literally sm worse than it is now. like i get that. i know im not nearly as bad off as many ppl are #but idk still it's rlly tough to have *nothing* that makes me keep going. the literal only thing is that i dont kms bc i dont wanna hurt mom #bc im poor so i cant do ANYTHING. i cant go anywhere. not the cinema not concerts not to the mall not to the bookstore not an amusent park #i cant even go to cafées bc i dont have any money at all to spend on that #i have no friends to hang out w. even if i couldnt afford going anywhere i cant even just take a walk or sit nd talk to them bc there r none #my sisters havent talked for me in over a year #and like yada yada i dont have anything to pull me out of my misery bubble. no friends to comfort me no family to hang out w #nothing to do or nowhere to go. hell i havent even been able to eat for 8 months so i cant even like eat smth yummy nd watch a movie lmao #i cant even read bc of the constant noise! i cant go out into the forest bc there r always subway construction work or choppers or gun shots #i know im 'focusing on the negative' but what am i supposed to do when theres nothing positive to focus on lol????? #im always physically uncomfortable bc of pain nd health issues nd im always anxious nd stressed too so like... yay #and. this is where i sound mean but like after years nd years of nothing good happening to me... idc for others anymore like #when they talk abt their loving relationships and their kind friends nd them going to concerts im like.. wow !! u get to be happy!! i dont!! #im just envious nd jealous nd bitter bc why cant i have ANYTHING good???? not just ONE fkn thing? #other ppl get to have multiple things but i get nothing????? #and its not exactly like i hate them or wish illwill on them im just like wow kinda dont feel sympathy for u bc u have sm things #i've never had :))) nd u can never understand how awful it feels to be deprived of it so idc :))))

[howcouldtheyletmebeanadult]

alright but hear me out:

#something something nine who had to learn to rely only in himself to survive #vs kit who was programed to live for someone else #nine who is a product of his past vs kit who doesnt have one #nine who made an identity for himself vs kit who had his stolen and remade #nine who doesn't belong with anyone (we all know he wont live with sonic) vs kit who is tied to surge #nine who prides himself in his independence yet wants company #and kit who both hates and yet is almost happy (but is it really him or the programing?) for what starline did #both want what tails has #both hate that they do. and hate him too #nine looking down on kit because of his dependency on surge yet feeling bitter because at least kit has someone #someone that needs HIM. not a duplicate of himself #and kit both fealing jealous of nine's independence and freedom #but then realizing how under all that he is just as desperate for love and friendship as he is #and then calls him out for it #nine is in denial. and claims he could never be as pathetic as kit #but deep down he knows its true #so anyway they hate the parts they can see of themselves on the other #but are also envious of other stuff #maybe one day i'll make a more coherent post because im pretty sure i thought of more stuff before but im tire #kit the fennec #kitsunami #kitsunami the fennec #nine the fox #tails nine #nine tails #miles nine prower #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic prime #sonic idw

[loverofallthingssmart]

[ID: a message that reads: “I love you so much when you are bitter and envious. It’s one of my favorite Eesha’s” /end ID]

just as a reminder, never let anyone tell you i’m not a vindictive bitch btw. because i am. almost all the time.

#i’m also very very nice and kind and sweet and full of love. those coexist in me. #also my debate coach sent this im SOOO obsessed #i’m so bitter and envious all the time one of the most common phrases i say #is ‘i hate [smart; talented; beautiful; etc etc] people. i say that a LOT i hate them i wish i were them 😔🙏🏽 #out of the seven sins mine r wrath envy and sloth and it’s the WORST combination actually

[xamaxenta]

It’s difficult to not feel discouraged sometimes when your partner is also an artist and happens to be faster than you in every conceivable way

This doesn’t bother me often because everyone is different and comparing production time and skill against each other or anyone is detrimental mostly and its ok to have your own workflow

but it does weigh on me vaguely sometimes sometimes that she can finish 2-3 full coloured pieces within a week and ive been painfully scratching out the same number but theyre only sketches that ill never revisit within a month

None of this actually matters in the long run, it just makes me feel bad on occasion

#like i should be doing more #im very sorry for complaining so much online #i just dont really have any other way to express myself #i know some of you have generously and kindly reached out to me to offer an ear #but my fatal flaw is i cant talk to anyone about my problems i just idk it was beaten into me that none of it matter #matters or my problems arent a big deal and i know ots healthy to think actuallt my problems are worth talking about or a big deal #but its hard to change a behaviour that was kinda literally beaten jnto you that talking about stuff likw this is a waste of time #i guess i just feel bad that i could do more and i dont because i dont want to #but i also want to if that makes any sense at all #i suppose it also doesnt help that alot of the work im doing right now i actually sorta hate like none of it is good to me personally #i want to stop being toxic towards myself #i just wanna stop hating me and who i am and what i do every step of the way #but that mean little voice inside me is like ahh. it wont shut up #I always say i need a break or more time but what am i gonna do with it #doing nothing at all isnt fulfilling #it sounds. sad like what teenager me did and i dont want to be or feel like that ever again but its fuckjng hard #this is so woe is me #im a liar bc i say the main text doesnt bother me but it bothers me alot im very envious of her speed prolificness and drive to create #and i have none like thats so unfair #this makes me sound ultra bitter god fucking damn it #i want to go to sleep and genuinely never fucking wake up again #please im done i just dont want to

[rosymorns]

i was thinking. i said that marian was in complete isolation for years but im going to retcon that -- she got taken to Wizard Conferences and stuff on occasion. Useful For The Growing Wizard or whatever. would be boring for most fourteen year olds but it was like Christmas to her. anyway she definitely. DEFINITELY. met gale at one of them. he does not remember it but she eventually does.

#i imagine gale being.... like mid 30s. thats younger than a lot of people do but im living in my world baby!!!! #anyway marian is 23-24. so gale is maybe 10-12 years older than her. at the point when she met him he was. yknow. 24-26. #young handsome charming prodigy wizard who everyone is praising everyone wants to talk to and meet and hear what hes up to #her inferiority complex is well-ingrained at this point. she has no ambition. hes not inspiring. #hes just a portrait of the kind of wizard she will never be. her master drags her around the room and praises the work of every other mage #and she is the lone failure in a room of successes. youngest person in the room. gale is the second youngest. #she is just so bitter. envious i guess. she doesnt hate him until many years later (lol) but his existence is like a bruise #gale of course doesnt remember. she probably didnt even talk to him or get introduced. #marian honestly barely remembers. drop in the bucket of painful experiences for her. #she doesnt remember until theyre friendly. mayhaps not even until theyre intimate. #shes incapable of reading a room so she tells it to him like a funny anecdote and he responds soso sincerely jdjdjd #carly.txt #carly's ocs #oc: marian

[werewolfclaws]

i think one of the most heartwrenching things about james sommerton making so much fucking money off of stealing and being an overall stupid cunt is that literal homeless artists are dying dirt poor. people who are actually creating are getting nothing in return for their hours and hours of labor.

#crow.txt #i dont think ill tag this with the video because im so bitter about what he did #nd yes. im incredibly envious that he got to do practically fucking nothing and make thousands a year while i have nothing! #ugh.

[qomikun]

I think it’s so cool when people devote so much time and effort into their passions

#i’m also a little envious #like i wish i had passions i could just dive into and give it my all #but i feel like i find something and just kinda go at it for a bit before dropping it #like yeah i wrote- but i lost interest in the subject and as much as i miss it i don’t have the same flame for it #im trying to get back into drawing and i love my ocs #but they’re tied to a bitter part of my life that i still need to revamp #i think it’s cool when ppl can just get rlly into something #fandom doesn’t hit the same for me anymore either it’s so sad #omg #shut up qomi

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

OMG OMG SO I FINISHED READING YOUR MOST RECENT PETER FIC AND IM OBSESSED SO OMG I was wondering how you think pietro would react in that situation?? If he saw you flirting with another avenger? Maybe you coukd write something on that if that's okay?

hii!! AAAHHH THANK YOU!! and of course, love it :) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 I used steve, just bc he’s a total sweetheart and wanted to include him in something bc I love him

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Pietro Maximoff x f reader

wc || 795

warnings || none?

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link for the quill fic, if anyone’s interested

Pietro is the kind of guy that was often hard to read, the sort that hid his thoughts and feelings behind snarky expressions and remarks. Near enough impossible to get a sneak peek inside his brain. 

Recently things have taken a little turn in your platonic relationship. Ever so slowly moving towards the more romantic side. The thing is, you were both stubborn when it came to sharing emotions. Neither of you wanted to be the first in case the feeling wasn't mutual, even though it was clear you were really into one another.

It was coming to the stage where it began to get slightly awkward, the part of the relationship where it became somewhat tiresome. You wanted Pietro to crack first, much like how he wanted you to.

So today, after a quiet day at the compound, you join the rest of the team in the communal area, blending in seamlessly with a bottle of beer as you sit between Steve and Clint. Turning to face Clint, you see him emersed in conversation with Natasha, so you twist back around, noticing Steve sitting quietly to himself. "How's you?" you sweetly ask, politely including him. 

"I'm doing good, thank you," he smiles, crossing his leg towards you, getting more comfortable. " How are you?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good, thanks. Just a long day," you reply, leaning a little closer so he could hear you over the loud private conversations that filled the room.

Glancing over to the kitchen, out of the corner of your eye, you see Pietro make his way over with a bottle in hand, talking with Wanda. You discreetly follow his movements as you continue your conversation with Steve, peering over every thirty seconds, trying not to make your gaze obvious. 

"How did that house viewing go? That place in Brooklyn," you ask, speaking with genuine interest.

"I don't think it was the one for me. There'll be more, right?" Steve rhetorically asks with a wry smile, his beer bottle pressed under his chin.

Peeking over at Pietro, you see an expression you hadn't yet seen before, something bitter. He isn't usually the envious type, but when he notices you and Steve sitting so close together, with your legs crossed towards each other? That's when his mind starts to wander.

There was no reason for Pietro to be jealous as there's nothing going on between you and Steve. He's a generally sweet person to talk to, just all-around good company. But by the way, Pietro's eyes squint in focus told you he didn't quite understand that.

You watch him stealthily, secretly glancing over every time you take a sip from your bottle, waiting somewhat patiently for Pietro to say what was bothering him. He didn't have to speak in order for you to understand his displeasure, the envious expression on his face telling you multitudes.

"I'll be right back," Steve says, leaning closer at a friendly distance for you to hear him. "I've been summoned," he chuckles, excusing himself as he walks towards the kitchen. 

You scratch the side of your head, discreetly looking over to Pietro to see if he's still staring. To your surprise, he was gone. Searching around, you spot the back of him as he's about to leave the room.

You place your beer on the coffee table and subtly chase after him. "Pietro," you whisper, making your way down the corridor. "Pietro," you say again, slightly louder.

"Milovat," the familiar voice of Pietro calls. Following the sound, you see him leaning with his back against the wall, arms folded. "Wondering when you were gonna show up," he smirks, his gaze following you as you rest against the opposite wall. 

"You knew I'd follow you?" 

"Hm," he grins, nodding cutely. "Kinda counting on it. Why are you being so hard to get, draga?"

"Me?" you reply, your tone sounding offended. "No, that's you,"

"Nuh-uh," he says, his gaze fixed on you. "What's with all these games?"

"I'm not playing games, P. I don't-- I don't like games," you say sincerely, eyes softening. 

"With Steve back there," he points with his head, nodding backwards.

"We were just talking... he seemed sad," you speak sweetly, trying to reassure him. 

"Really?" he asks, his eyes sweetly widen as he straightens from the wall. "You're not just saying that?" slowly making his way over to you.

"Yeah, I mean it. I don't like him in that way," 

"Then who do you like?" he asks suggestively, standing a foot away. 

"Who do you like?" you tease, trying to coax him into answering first.

"You're so stubborn, draga," he grins as his hands reach for your face, cupping around your cheeks. He leans forward slightly, kissing the tip of your nose. Whispering. "You."

@ugh09876554444 @astermath @thewinterv @earth-elemental18 @lunnnix

#pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro marvel #pietro x reader #pietro x you #pietro imagine #pietro maximoff imagine #pietro maximoff fanfiction #pietro fanfiction #pietro x y/n #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver x you

[vanderilnde]

im normally not too keen on shipping price w anyone because it just doesnt work to me… but gaz. gaz is so patently eager-to-please him. price doesnt even have to try whorling him around his finger; gaz already looks up to him all credulous and naive and worships the ground he walks on. would use price’s sweat as his holy water if he could. so price shepherds him into some… crude, hedonistic quid-pro-quo. price gets what he wants (sexual release and a faithful pet) and gaz gets what he wants (to think hes gotten the romance of his captain).

ghost is off doing his own thing and soap is already drunk off of simon, so nobody notices when gaz and price start spending more time together. they attribute it to them having a close bond, and when price starts showing up to ops with a ruddy face and a blotchy neck, the others tease him for his “new Bird,” heedless towards the envious, bitter look on gaz’s face. disappointed, because he wants to be known as the pet that’s top in his captain’s good books

#just. the fact that gaz would discredit himself to anything if it means getting in price’s good book #orions talks

[ivoncu]

hope im not late !! but can you do keito w prompt no.3 (the slightly jealous one BUT its keito . hes the most jealous man ever) ? feel free to delete btw

— 𝘾𝙐𝙋𝙄𝘿 𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙊 𝘿𝙐𝙈𝘽. h. keito

prompt 3 , getting slightly jealous while out, so they grab onto their partner's hand to establish their relationship

content ooc keito in a way? themes of jealousy but nothing not too serious, he's just pouty n clingy n kinda pathetic in a way...

(n.) — this one kinda jus farted out of my brain at 12 am while working on my homewor ...

There's only two ways he'll combat the feeling of jealousy pitting inside his heart. It was either overworking himself to the point forgetting he was even jealous in the first place due to the tiredness or at this moment;

Suck it up and deal with it.

It is quite annoying. He has planned this date a week prior but then of course they have to appear all the sudden like this during your date.

He stayed as close as possible, but far enough to only hear incompressible chattering from your conversation with your friend while occasionally side eyeing you two — full on offensive criminal side eye, just patiently waiting for you two to stop talking.

He is bitter to say the least, and maybe — just maybe — a bit jealous of your friend. He doesn't know if it's because of the jealousy or what not, but he thinks they're just doing this on purpose.

He really shouldn't remember this incident since this should be the least of his worry; but on your last date, you two saw them too. Or him only, at least.

And how long has your conversation with them have prolonged for? Around 20 minutes already? He is absolutely bitter right now. Just how he wish he could grab you by the hand and pull you away from the conversation so you two could focus on the rest of the date — just the two of you together.

Alas, it's simply but an intrusive thought; something that he will not act upon since he doesn't want to seem like a controlling or possessive lover, so he results to simply waiting around, hoping that your conversation will end soon.

But as it goes on, he grows more impatient and perhaps even more envious of that friend of yours. Impatiently tapping on his foot, adverting his gaze from you and to the streets every second that passes.

It's been too long to his liking.

What? Are you supposes to be out on a date with him or them? It's ridiculous. How incorrigible.

He mindlessly watches as people walks around, all with lives of their own and he would give anything just to no longer be in this situation right now — to walk around mindlessly, holding hands with you like how he had envisioned when he had planned this date a week prior.

His eyes then suddenly trailed to the random couple walking down the street; they looked more than happy to be in each other's presence, holding hands with such love in their eyes only meant one another...

Just watching them made his heart sink out of jealousy. That was supposes to be you and him if your friend hadn't appear out of nowhere like this.

More so, the only way he could explain the emotions he's feeling right now is jealousy. He is jealous as much as he hates to admit it — the realization only made something inside of him snapped as his body subconsciously moved towards you without him even thinking.

He turned to look at you two and saw that you were way closer than before, laughing, giggling with each other as if you two are the one out on a date here.

Sometimes, not even he can take it anymore.

He had quickly gotten himself between you two and took a hold of your hand so shamelessly it was quite scary to see, distancing you and your friend away from each other slightly before he steps closer to you while gently grabbing a hold of your hand.

He faced you with an expression not even you would think he'd ever make in public; he was pouting. Without even saying a word, he gently kissed you on the lips before facing away from you with his hand still was wrapped around yours, squeezing it slightly as if telling you continue on your conversation like he wasn't there.

Luckily to him, your friend quickly saw the sign and excused themself. They made sure to say goodbye to Keito too just in case they've gotten in his bad side or something. (Would've been better if they didn't, now he's going to plan out dates with you far from here since he doesn't want them to interrupt any of them ever again.)

And finally, just how he wished for; you two are finally alone to spend the rest of the day however you pleased. Without anyone interrupting.

Sometimes you seriously can't even defend your boyfriend and his actions, but you must admit that he was cute in a way just now.

"C'mon... It was only 20 minutes." You giggled quietly, bringing his backhand to your lips and planting quick kisses on it as you intertwined your free hand with his other hand.

"... Then so be it." He muttered out with another small pout on his face as his cheeks flushed pink before he completely buries his face deep into the crook of your neck.

It is embarrassing for him to just suddenly do that — especially in front of your friend, but it doesn't matter anymore... At least not to him. He hugs you tighter, now wrapping his arms around your waist as he only but huddled closer to you for ever last bit of affection he had craved for the last 25 minutes.

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #keito hasumi x reader #esworks #ensemble stars #enstars #keito hasumi

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

I accidentally deleted this ask im so sorry OTL

thank god i screenshot my asks so I can answer em during work instead of like...actually working lol

But you bring up something I always thought would need to be address between Izuru and Nagito and that's Nagito's resentment towards him. I didn't even think about how Izuru's "luck" would offend Nagito but honestly yeah I can see that because I can also see Nagito just being generally mad and envious towards Izuru's whole existence. Hear me out k, because I do enjoy the aspect of Nagito becoming overwhelmed with Hope fanboyness when he meets Izuru and we see within game (anime aside) that he can very well perceive Izuru's talents and Nagito becomes very intrigued to learn more about him. But I just can't get over how Nagito would...react so badly once he learns the truth of who Izuru was and how he became Izuru Kamukura. Just imagine learning that Hope's Peak was creating their own form of Ultimate Hope and they chose a RESERVE COURSE student over you? It could have been ANYONE. It could have been NAGITO. It would have made so much sense for it be Nagito given how

1. He has no relatives. Hell he doesn't even have friends. You only need his permission alone. And if something goes wrong? It's not like anyone's going to ask questions or care. No one will probably even notice.

2. He's more than willing to do it. He's Hope's Peak no. 1 stan. There would be no hesitation. No cold feet. Nagito would say he was blessed.

3. He's already going to die. He's terminally sick. If anything this surgery could be actually life saving for him. But if some people DO start asking questions well there's your built in alibi. "Nagito Komaeda? Unfortunately he passed due to illness. You see-"

4. His luck would increase the odds of success. This was a completely experimental surgery where so much could go wrong. But if there's something that Nagito's luck guarantees it's his survival one way or another. Wouldn't HP researchers want whatever advantages they can get?

5. He already has luck. The only talent that is virtually impossible to replicate. He'd make a closer "Ultimate Hope" given that he truly would have ALL the talents.

Nagito would make this analysis so fast after hearing the details of the Kamukura project. Then to add insult to injury this "Ultimate Hope" the school created didn't even stay loyal and quickly became one of the first members of Ultimate Despair? Really? Nagito would have done so much better! (is how Nagito would see it)

I can't help but feel that Nagi would view Izuru as a false idol and have very mixed feelings towards him as a result. Post game I believe he'd be a lot more civil towards Izuru given everything that happened in game. But before that? Nah chief, with the way Nagito reacted in chapter 5 after learning the truth I find it hard to believe he WOULDN'T act absolutely vile towards Izuru when he finds out his backstory. Do not underestimate how bitter Nagito can get as we so clearly saw in game what that resulted to. This boi takes shit really personal and I love that about him.

#anonymous #danganronpa #komaeda nagito #fala replies #a e i o queue

[kcrra]

Alicent is a jealous cunt she loved Rhaenyra but will literally ruin her and their life because of bitterness envy. Justify it or whatever

sooooooo true but you fail to see the vision: she is my jealous repressed lesbian tradcath in love with her homoerotic bestie cunt <3

can you honestly imagine a world in which you are a 15 year old in love with your bestie and then are forced by your abusive dad to marry a rotting pile of flesh who then r*pes you so frequently you have four kids by like 19 so you're a teen mom with literally no love in your life but duty, religion & some weird incel dudes and then ur ex homoerotic bestie's son takes your kid'd eye with no consequence and btw shes also been clearly sleeping with other ppl who aren't you while you suffer and perceive her (incorrectly) as free and thats not even getting into your powerlessness as a woman abused as a womb over a person in a patriarchal society that also has piled catholic guilt and repression on you not to mention how much work your shit dad has done to manipulate you oh and the fact that you're a lesbian and you DON'T become envious and deranged ??? wow im getting emotional typing this,,,,,anyways stan alicent hightower,,,,my beloved little meow meow....my jealous cunt....love her <3

#all of you team green team black fucks are sooooooo boring lol. you misunderstand. im team who is serving the most cunt. #and so far it is RARELY rhaenyra unless shes in a room with alicent and then OOOWWWOGGGAAA my tragic love story lesbians. love them sm. #you really thought you are lol they are fictional let's lighten up and have some FUN with our media #house of the dragon #rhaenicent #arabella's answers

[vampp-rc9gn]

MY EPIC CREEPYPASTA OC!!☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

Name; Mason Cyprian^_^. Age; 17 (Birthday - October 21st).

Special abilities; Quick speed, good at picking locks, extremely obsessive, very stealthy, okay-ish hearing.

Flaws; Not very strong unless he’s extremely riled up / overwhelmed, often jumps to conclusions, fear of clowns, naive and easy to manipulate when in an emotionally weak state, Autism & Schizotypal & BPD.

Friends; Benjamin / Ben Lawman (Before death).

Inside satchel; Switchblade, Camcorder, journal, multiple pens (some of which are chewed…), & headphones.

Backstory (STILL TECHNICALLY IN PROGRESS.); As a kid he was an only child with pretty incompetent parents, who usually just left him for his grandfather to take care of him. On top of his parents being negligent and sometimes emotionally abusive, he was ‘weird’ and pretty anti-social, barely talking to anyone in his grade, and finding solace in video games and fiction. He was bullied to the point he felt so insecure he barely ever went out, genuinely fearing most people, until Ben. Ben was his only friend, Ben was also a ‘freak’ to the other kids eyes, he actually introduced him to the Zelda series, and they would always play Majora’s Mask together, until Ben mysteriously went missing without a trace. The bullying ramped up as kids found new fuel to bully him with, truly he felt trapped, but then his angel, Anne Levay, consoled him, Mason fell head over heels for her, even the slightest affection made him flustered. But slowly the innocent crush turned into a sick obsession, he followed her everywhere to the point he knew her entire schedule, even down to the clothes she was most likely to wear, constantly filming her with his camcorder. Then Lucas came along, flirting with her and trying to get with her, jealousy consumed Mason, he followed him home and stabbed him in a bloody fight, taking his body to the woods in a panic, meeting the Slender Man. He was knocked out but ‘awoken’ by a dream, he was still in the woods but he eventually found a lake, he tried to relax but them felt himself getting pulled down by a hand. He flailed and fought, only to be met with Ben again, Mason was so happy, tears welled in both of their eyes as they resurfaced, but Mason soon woke up. He knew what he saw was real, and the tall man had sent Ben to terrorize him for whatever reason, he tried to calm himself down by watching the videos he had taken of Anne. He felt a sudden urge of strong emotions, beckoning him to finally confess, because what could go wrong? But then he found out Anne wasn’t such an angel, she had been talking about him and Ben behind his back in a nasty way, making fun of him like all those other kids did. He killed her in a blind overwhelming rage and pain and fled before he could even process it, just sleeping, despite the utter shock and despair that consumed him about his only ‘friends’ betrayal. (IM CURRENTLY MAKING A WATTPAD BOOK ON HIM, TITLED ‘MASON CYPRIAN.’)

Personality; (Mason has 2 main personalities that are brought out in certain circumstances, or for seemingly no reason.) 1; Loyal, caring, obsessive, very up-front, somewhat sophisticated, secretly spiteful, quiet, paranoid, semi- mirror personality (most times non-manipulatively). 2; Easily agitated, prone to emotional and violent responses, envious, bitter, manic, obsessive to those he cares for, semi- mirror personality (in these cases, he uses it manipulatively.)

Extra info; he has Schizotypal, Autism, and BPD / Bipolar Personality Disorder. he’s very easy to manipulate because not only (1) can he not understand emotions very well, even his own sometimes, and (2) he hasn’t received much genuine affection in his life, which makes him very easily attached to those who give him the time of day. Before his life revolved around Anne, he volunteered at a stray cat rescue center, he took a specific liking to calico cats. He learned to bake because his grandfather taught him, and sometimes he had to cook because his grandfather fell ill or couldn’t do it himself. He likes visual novels because they help him visualize the scene and characters, etc. Mason’s favorite genre of music is actually rock (MSI, Deftones, Palaye Royale, etc.)

Killer name; Photogeist

Murder way of choice; He usually stalks his victims for about a week, mapping out potential threats, analyzing behavior, etc. Then once the victim / victims are asleep , at a weak point, or they are distracted, he sneaks into their house quickly but quietly and slices them with his switchblade. He doesn’t exactly ‘enjoy’ killing, but if he needs to vent his anger out, or he knows that person / people deserved it he doesn’t really feel bad about it.

Family; Mary Cyprian (Mother - negligent and majority absent), Walter Cyprian (Father - emotionally abusive and majority absent), Joe Cyprian (Grandfather - authoritative and majority raised him)

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR THANK U!!!∑d(°∀°d) And yes, I will post more about this silly billie! :33

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The more I read about your IF, the more I want. It sounds so good! I was wondering will the exes current partner show up in person? I remember you saying that their partner thinks they're on a business trip but wouldnt the exes history make it sus?

thanks im happy to hear that💗

the affair partner is VERY prideful, which is why they have no empathy for the MC cause theyre like "what else did you expect?". and so if they were to second-guess the ex's actual whereabouts then theyd have to actually recognise that the ex could potentially be cheating on THEM. (in their head, theyre the best so they just couldnt fathom somebody possibly cheating on them of all people. it just doesnt make sense to them)

once doubts start to arise itll take A LOT for them to finally push their pride aside and follow their hunch. but once they do therell be an in-person confrontation. and theyll pretty much brand the MC as "bitter" and "envious" and theyll pull the "are you happy now?" card, so yeah not much self reflection going on there haha

#inbox <3 #char: the affair partner

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do you have any headcanos for childe? I'm imagining him all shivery and sick right now 😈😈😋😋😋😋

ohh im always so torn on this

whether he would push through it and keep working despite all his symptoms, illness cast aside in favour of other priorities; or if he'd stop and rest and look after himself like he's looking after a weapon and not because he deserves to feel well

he'd probably particularly miss his mother and family during times of illness. the hot chocolate she would make him with a dash of whiskey to keep him warm as a kid, the comforting smell of woollen blankets, the potato and cabbage soup she would bring him and how she would worry over him. the jealousy over the sounds of his siblings playing by the fire or getting ready to go fishing. he misses when people cared for him and not just what he can do, what he can provide. but he's not a kid anymore. there's nobody else in his house anymore - to look after him or to be envious of.

until zhongli;

who frowns and holds a hand to childe's forehead, which is damp and radiating all too much heat for how his limbs shiver and his fingers tremble. he asks him why he's up at the crack of dawn, and childe just looks at him with utterly confused, watery eyes, with a pale face illuminating his freckles even more, with a red nose and messy hair falling into his face, and points out with a quiet, tired voice that he gets up early every day, doesn't he? zhongli asks but why today, why when you aren't feeling well, and tells him to get back into bed immediately. acts as though washing his face and "getting through it" is the most ludicrous idea he's ever heard.

after a few weak protests, childe gives up. his head is fuzzy and his limbs are heavy and he all but collapses back into bed, barely has the energy to peel his clothes back off or keep his eyes open - the bed is still warm. a hand cards through his hair a few minutes later, waking him to take some medicine before he falls too deeply into his slumber. and as he sleeps on and off throughout the days, he's brought hot tea with honey and patterned quilts. he's brought lotus seed and chicken soup with plain dumplings and rice porridge, warm and filling but easy on his delicate stomach and decreased appetite. zhongli checks his temperature with the back of his hand, brushes his hair out of his face and smiles fondly at how childe screws his face up childishly when he gives him bitter medicine.

for the first time in years, childe remembers what it's like to be looked after. to be vulnerable and give up all your strength and expectations and still be loved. this time, there's nobody to be jealous of. the geo archon stays home from work and reads him books. he helps him write letters home, to show the pretty characters of the liyuen alphabet he has learned in the corner of the page. plays boardgames with him in bed, sitting cross legged on the layers of quilts and deliberating for way too long over his chess pieces. he tells him stories of times long past, holding tissues up to where childe rests his head in his lap whenever he sees the telltale twitch of his reddened nose. kneels beside him and rubs his back when he's hunched over the toilet bowl, shaking and tearing up as he retches. brings him ginger tea to soothe his throat and bathes him afterwards. despite his dislike of sleeping late and wasting the day, he snuggles back into bed with him to let him curl up to his warmth. childe is lulled to sleep with gentle circles being rubbed into his sore stomach, with zhongli quietly rambling about the history of medicine, with his hair absently played with.

it's been a long time since he's let his guard down like this. since he's let himself be vulnerable, or let himself be sick at all. and it's scary - the urge to keep looking over his shoulder, the voice in his head telling him that zhongli is letting him be weak for his own benefit, the emptiness in his hands and at his hips as his weapons lay abandoned for now. he swallows his fear. looks into kind amber eyes, worried eyes, and knows that he would never even think to betray him, never do what childe once did to him. and so he lets himself be looked after, lets himself be cared for, ignores the part of him that wants to tear off his skin or run away and instead leans into the part that thinks this is home, thinks this is better than home, thinks something big and warm and affectionate towards zhongli that he doesn't quite want to put a name on yet.

#i rambled so much i just love childe so much he is both my 9/11 and my religious miracle <333 #sickfic #emeto #gen