#((and this feels like i'm not trying at all fek

[wishingstarinajar]

Hi, on anonymous because I'm shy, but a while ago, I saw your discord status talking about Genshin Impact, and I was wondering what you thought of it. Sorry if that's intrusive! I really like that game and wanted to know.

Le gasp, someone who knows me!... Maybe, haaai~

Genshin, yes (or Genshion, as I accidentally typo-ed it in my status and people were so kind to point out x'D). So my status said I was giving the game another try after leaving my account to rot for almost two years.

I made an account back then and tried to play but was so overwhelmed by it, I didn't find much enjoyment in it. I tried it long enough to get my adventurer rank to 7 or something, but I struggled hard with wrapping my head around the gameplay style. So I left it to the side.

Cue last week, when I brushed off my account and gave it another go.

Day one was hell: I had NO idea what was going on, I didn't remember anything, and once again I struggled with getting a hang of the playstyle. I was having no fun and decided to give up.

Day two was... okay: I figured I gave up too easily the day before and wanted to give the game another chance. It's a pretty game with nice designs and scenery, I like the soundtrack, and if so many darn people like it, then surely I'm not doing something right. I got some online assistance and slowly started to understand how the heck to play it.

Day three was actually fun: Finally, after trying for hours, I was starting to have fun. I could progress, I didn't keep getting my ass handed back to me, I dared to explore and got a better taste of the story. Beating harder mobs/bosses felt really good.

From here on in, the game has been rather enjoyable, but I have hit the "grind wall" now where I need to grind for level boosts, food materials, and other items to upgrade weapons and artifacts, and to ascend characters and weapons so they can gain higher levels. My "main-ish" team is now all in the level 33 brackets and my Adventurer rank/level is 22, so I've been doing okay, I guess xD

I'm still not that great at switching out party members to create elemental chain reactions or what-have-you for good damage; I'm not used to this kind of playstyle, especially this fast-paced, but I'm trying. I usually just go into fights with Xiangling and wreck things (most of the time). Takes a bit longer than it should but it works.

I think the game is pretty alright. I didn't have a high opinion of it before, but that was mostly because my own experience with it was pretty shit. It has a nice story, pretty graphics and a wonderful soundtrack. I like to explore and glide, I think those are my favorite parts of the game, and I do smile when I'm interacting with other characters.

Things I still don't like very much are:

The English voice acting. Some of the voices are pretty grating to listen to, while others sound very forced (aka not genuine or natural). Hopefully this is just throughout the "beginning" of the game and people ease into it better later on. I am considering downloading the Japanese voice-acting pack though.

Being forced to stick with the gender of the Traveler you picked at the very start and being unable to customize their appearance. I'm not going to make a whole new account just to switch gender for aesthetic reasons. Still sucks that this isn't something that can be changed, at all.

Adventurer level hurdles. I hate you... Just let me progress through the story, don't make me wait and grind.

Ice. The Ice element is my worst enemy and the mountain area can fek right off.

Can I have some more dudes on my team? Thanks.

I will say that the urge to make a Genshin OC is there but I feel like I don't have a good enough grasp on the game, the setting and the story yet to justify it. We'll see.

[pinkchanelbag]

okay okay okay okay how about having anxiety (like all bad bitches do) and goung friends to luvrs with levi? i KNOW pining after someone like that (a visible earth sign with gemini placements) would be intimidating as fuck becaus he's so reserved and stand-offish. which is why you're absolutely thREW when he rushes into the storage room you often go to retreat and be by yourself in. you're SHAKING from the deflation after a panic attack and currently on the brink of another one because wOT DI FEK is levi ackerman doing in ur hideout!??

the tears start rolling cuz now you're overwhelmed and he nearly backtracks, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. pero instead of leaving he sinks down in front of you (criss cross applesauce) and holds out his hands, palms up- "i don't know if touch helps but i'm here if you need me". his voice is calm, quiet and most of all; hesitant. because he doesn't wanna scare you! and at the back of his mind he's preparing for the worst but he really doesn't wanna leave you alone. he notices every time you disappear and this is the first time he's doing something about it. he wants to help 🥺 bitch istg i'd have the PHATTEST heart palpitation and pass out right there ksjxkdjdjjjx

please my heart hurts 

wc: 900

because he’s been through some of the worst things a human being can go through, and he’s seen how people respond differently. some people might perceive him as the type to scoff at something like anxiety but really he understands it better than anyone. 

and let’s be fr you’re not exactly slick in the way you start visibly breathing harder and clamp up and make some excuse to leave the mess hall, and levi knows where you go. the second floor hallway that’s generally pretty empty and that has a storage room with not much but a few cleaning supplies. 

he’s the captain. where he doesn’t judge how those in his charge feel their emotions, he helps them through it, typically for the purpose of going forward with their mission. but it’s different with you. with you, when he sees the way you press your lips together so tight to hold your resolve and the way your hands tremble, he wants to cross the distance between you and him and press you into a bone crushing embrace to protect you from everything around, and to will your heart to slow. 

he doesn’t know why he won’t help you, for awhile. for a long time the most he allows himself is making a shit joke that few other than you can hear after you’ve been silently panicking by yourself for an hour, or the occasional ruffle of your hair. then at some point he realizes it’s cowardice. that’s all it is. he’s scared to be vulnerable to you, scared to help you in a way that would so obviously display his care. and maybe he realizes how selfish that is. what does any of that matter when his subordinate, his friend, the person he thinks about when he’s trying to force sleep, is struggling alone? what does his fear matter when he can help, but won’t?

and that’s how you find yourself in an upright fetal position, back pressed against a package of paper towel, head shot up and expression like a deer in headlights, because levi ackerman has just opened the door to your one private place. 

the breaths you’d been trying so hard to contain revive their ridiculous pace. oh god, oh god, you’re screwed. but then levi steps into the cramped room and shuts the door, cutting off the outside light, and you can’t even see what he’s doing anymore, and your eyes well with tears because what the fuck?

for a few seconds, you can sense his standing presence in front of you, completely frozen. then your dark-adjusted eyes watch his silhouette crouch before you, and sit, and cross its legs. you’re dreadfully confused, and levi has realized just how out of his depth he is, because for all his wanting to help, he realizes how has no idea how to.

he thinks about what his own panic looks like, tries to envision it and what could possibly bring him down from it. his panic is loud. his panic is violent. it’s thrashing anger that hopes to cover up the anguish underneath. his heart aches for a moment, because he knows that’s not you. you don’t lash out. you don’t hurt others when you panic. the only person your panic hurts is you.

levi realizes this, and in an instant wonders if it might be the same thing. your fear quite literally attacks, the same way his does. it’s just the targets are different. he thinks for a moment, what could possibly calm him, and all he can think of is a presence of someone who knows what they’re doing. a superior. a friend. their voice, their touch. 

without thinking he unfolds his hands and puts his palms out to you. he can see you stare down at them in bewilderment, your arms wrapped around your knees still. your breaths and sniffles are the only sounds that come from you.

“i don’t know if touch helps...i’m here if you need me.” 

his voice breaks the silence, and its strength is so piercing that you can’t help but meet his eyes. and you see the hesitance. you hear it too, and your heart skips a beat, but this time it’s not for fear. it’s for the stoic captain who sits before you with extended hands and no real idea about how to help you, but offering himself to you in any way you’ll take him, just to see you okay. 

your tears start up again, but it’s different. you unravel yourself with choppy, trembling movements and push your fisted hands into his palms. your body weight is in your arms, it’s too much, but levi braces himself and holds his extended hands steady for you as you lean forward, painfully trying to open your fingers. your efforts towards sucking in air that your body denies you result in a soft whine leaving your lips, but finally your fingers are mobile, and they wrap around levi’s palm and squeeze so hard, so hard. he’s your only anchor to strength, to calm, and his steady, outstretched embrace is what will bring you back. 

[soliosxghni-blog]

[Solo] Fix You

The tag showed him that he had arrived to the place where Baekhyun was and Chanyeol smiled out of relief, glad that Baekhyun didn’t run to some place far away. He looked up from the tag, ready to ask Baekhyun to come home with him when he saw Baekhyun wasn’t alone and was looking at the other figure in shock. Chanyeol watched it all happened terrifyingly fast from the distance and he screamed like a wounded bull when Baekhyun was pushed down to the river by a figure. 

“Glacilus!” He shouted, his spell hit the target’s back squarely and the ice that spread from his back covered his whole body, completely immobilized the unknown figure. Chanyeol punched the human ice sculpture, the impact of his attack causing them to fell to the ground and shattered the ice that encased them. He saw a glimpse of Baekhyun’s attacker’s face and his wrath flared when he recognised the face.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” Chanyeol bellowed, his fist collided with  Baekhyun’s brother’s face in such a brute force. He could faintly recognized a sickening sound of something breaking in his ringing ears and the sound only fueled his desire to hurt this particular bastard. His mind hyper-focused to his target and Chanyeol was blind and deft to his surroundings except for the person whose face he was beating to pulp. 

“I’ll FUCKING KILL YOU!!” He rose up to his feet, stomping his foot to the older man’s stomach and Baekbeom made weird half-gasp, half gurgling sound. But then he laughed and Chanyeol paused to look at him with astonishment.

“You fucking..” He wheezed out. “Idiot. He’s probably already drowned now. Fucking imbecile. Hehe...” Baekbeom laughed again, wheezing as he gripped his stomach. Chanyeol paled and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Baekhyun!

Chanyeol gritted his teeth. He threw one last nasty look at the grimacing man sprawled on the pavement, pointing his wand at him. “Maybe he hasn’t. But you seem to talk a lot. Let me fix that, yeah?” Chanyeol had always loved Transfiguration and there was a slight delight in his heart that he get to test his skill in transfiguring people. With white sparks shooting from the tip of his wand, Baekbeom’s eyes bugged and his grimace froze in his face. In a blink of an eye, an ugly wounded otter stood on piles of clothes Baekbeom wore and Chanyeol mentally patted his shoulder for yet another successful transfiguration. 

He picked the otter before it could run away and he threw the animal into the river. “Go for a fucking swim for the rest of your life.” The sound of the animal hitting the water reminded him of another task and alarms blared in his mind. Shit, what about Baekhyun?!

Chanyeol looked around the surface of the river and in a near distance he saw a lump that resembled human figure caught in a pipe, he immediately run to it crying out in relief and thanked the gods in every religion that he knew for giving him another chance. Chanyeol jumped into the water with no hesitation, hugged Baekhyun tight once he disentangled the robe that stuck in the pipe. “Ascendio!” He pronounced the spell with urgency.

Baekhyun was unconscious, freezing and not breathing, so Chanyeol checked for any pulse while he’s on verge of hysteria, almost breaking down when he found pulse. He tried to perform CPR, pumping the latter’s chest like how he saw it on movies. Chanyeol kept calling for his lover’s name, praying and pleading Baekhyun not to leave him.

“Baekhyun! Love, wake up, please!!” He rasped out, tears streamed down his face. By the second time Chanyeol pumped his chest, Baekhyun coughed out some water and started to breath shallowly when he checked for his breathing.

Chanyeol shook him awake and only then he saw the deep gashes on Baekhyun’s body. He cursed out loudly, almost screaming profanities at that one hell of a brother. He wished that he changed him into something uglier than an otter. They’re actually adorable. He tried to heal Baekhyun with the usual healing spell his mother used to cure his injuries but no matter how many times he repeated the incantations, the wound refused to close up and the blood continues to flow. He realized that the otter man had hit Baekhyun with that fucking spell. The anger that raged in him kept growing and he shakily cast Vulnera Sanentur over Baekhyun’s wounds. 

He repeated the spell three times and he sighed out a breath that he didn’t know he held when he saw that Baekhyun’s complexion wasn’t as pale as before but he noticed that the older’s lips hadn’t changed from blueish to the usual pink. His body was ice cold and Chanyeol knew he was at risk of hypothermia. He gathered Baekhyun in his arms, and he Disapparated to their apartment. 

Pain bloomed on the upper part of his arm--he was still shaken when he Disapparated and he knew he had splinched himself. He lost a chunk of flesh in his upper arm but the tall male decided to not pay any attention to it, frantically undressing Baekhyun and he summoned towels to dry him up. He carried Baekhyun who was now wrapped in towels back to their room and he covers him with the comforters, cranking the heater to the max. He took off his damp clothes, shivering but he summon the bottle of dittany and applied the brownish liquid to his splinching. He groaned but he ground his teeth and when the green smoke disappeared his wound looked like a few days old. 

Chanyeol snatched a random piece of dry clothing he found in the wardrobe, quickly wearing what he later recognized as his old hoodie and the first short that his hand found. He returned to Baekhyun, spraying some dittany to the older’s wounds. Baekhyun seemed to feel the pain it caused, whining faintly. Chanyeol slid into the comforters and kissed his forehead as he murmured encouraging words to the unconscious male. “Shh, love, I got you.” He pressed his lips to Baekhyun’s damp hair. “It’s alright. You are safe now. Dumbo got you.” 

He carefully inspected his fiancee, relief clogged his throat when he saw colors returning to Baekhyun’s face. Baekhyun started to shivering so he carefully slid out from the bed to keep the cold ai away, then hurriedly go to the bathroom while summoning some empty bottles. He filled the bottles with hot water and he placed them on Baekhyun’s neck, chest, stomach and between his feet. 

Chanyeol warily watched Baekhyun, pausing to sneeze and only then he realized that he was actually feeling cold too. Chanyeol summoned a few bottles of butterbeer, drinking two bottles of it himself. Warmth spreaded from his stomach to his fingers and he slid back into their bed, pulling Baekhyun close to him. He contemplated to pour some butterbeer to Baekhyun’s mouth but decided to go against the idea for he fearing the possibility of him choking on the drink. 

“I’m sorry.” He hugged Baekhyun tight. “I should have keep it to myself. I promise it won’t happen again, I swear.” He didn’t know when he started to cry again, but he pleaded Baekhyun to wake up in between his choked sobs and shaky breaths, murmuring his apologies. “Wake up, love... Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Chanyeol carefully took Baekhyun’s hand in his, tangling their fingers together. The memory of him proposing to Baekhyun resurfaced, and he cried harder because he had hurted the man he loved so much. His guilt stabbing his heart, terrifying what ifs playing over and over again in his mind. What if they were not as lucky? What will happen if Baekhyun’s robe didn’t get caught on that pipe? ‘He’ll die. He’ll die, he’ll die, he’ll die--.’ The image of Baekhyun, dead, lifeless Baekhyun haunting his head and Chanyeol started to hyperventilate, coughing and choking on his own breath. "N-no, no, no, no-- Don’t die! Don’t die, please don’t die!! Wake up please!” 

The younger’s whole body was shaking, broken sobs and unsteady breathing could be heard filling the room along with his hysteric pleas. It took him hours to calmed down and he passed out due to exhaustion, still clutching desperately to Baekhyun’s hand. Chanyeol dreamed of him swimming in dark water, trying to catch up with Baekhyun who’s right ahead of him but the older male always being out of his reach even when his mind kept screaming at him to save him. Baekhyun gradually getting further and further until he couldn’t see him again and the dream repeated itself in the same scenario.

[wodenscild]

OK OK OK I KNOW ye were talking to frog BUT we don't have a switch- my best friend has it. Our switch isn't working but when we get it to work YES were gonna add ye as a friend ! :D i got so excited lmao-

And it was not "sky challengers" it's actually called Skylanders! One if my favorite games >:3 you hook up a portal to a playstation and you put a vehicle and a character figure on it to play with them! They are soo fun to collect, i have a bunch of them. I could rant for hours about the gameplay and how cool it is -i don't think ye would like to hear that tho-

I DID IT. blue hair go brrr !! My green hair reminded me of a cloud and reached up to my chin, but this is even shorter. It ends right under my ear on the longest bit. And it's a gradient so the top it's brighter then the bottom- Hhhg also what is gravity anyway-

Currently on the bus to my home but Nooo that doesn't sound nice :( so sorry ye have to struggle. I want to ask if i can help but i don't think i can... Welp i will be moral support trough the screen. The least i can do. Again sending more love and hugs 🫂💙🫂💙🫂💙 but i bet it's gonna be epic ! You always make things look so good and complete i bet you're gonna score a big number >:D i saw the language ramble and OH MY GHOST THAT SOUNDS SO COOL I'd love to see where that conversation goes. Since i cant really reply to it uhh-

My wifi is so bad right now so I'm not sure if this will arrive in the ask of boxes! Well I'll be smart this time and make a back-up. If not replied in a week i will send it again-

-Mystery anon 1

you are fluffin' awesome mate ! I hope you are doing well and will sleep well (either now or later, doesn't matter) Those nightmares better stay away this time /th

LMAOOO bruh can’t wait to add you as a friend to my switch <33 that would be so so cool!!

& AAAAAAA I THOUGHT SO!!! I FEKKING LOVE SKYLANDERS!!! I USED TO PLAY SKYLANDERS GIANTS ON MY 3DS & HHHHHH SO BELOVED <33 my primary school sorta had an underground market for them?? I would snuggle mine into school as did a friend so we trade them for ones we wanted- it was really great. Tho for some reason in my head I shipped Whirlwind & Drobot?? I remember very clearing drawing art of them together in a notebook XD

& !!!! THERE IS NOTHING MORE GENDER EUPHORIC THAN JAVING YOUR HAIR THE WAY YOU WANT IT (๑>◡<๑) IT IS SUCH A NICE FEELING!! & I bet it looks great :0 I… unfortunately more lemme it isn’t as simple as a hair cut- I have been growing my hair out for like… 3 years at this point? & it is only just now down to my mid shoulders. But I’ll describe my hair too :D it is currently mostly black! However underneath it was all bleached, so the actually tips of my hair are blonde!! Which is cool! I also am able to floof up my hair to make it look more & it softens my face a tonne & I love it >:3

& awww thank you 🥺 your support means a lot to me!! I’ll try my best as I go on <33 you are awesome too btw!! Best stranger ever << you!! & I hope you are having a lovely lovely sleep atm <33 I’ll catch you tomorrow!! I love ye matie!!

[vesperstalksclones]

Oh wow! This is flipping sweet and I've discovered some new things I need to indulge in!!! 😆 Also, thanks @loulines for the tag! I'm always a little surprised to be included... I generally feel like the weirdo in the corner watching so many talented and creative people do what they do!

If I ever went the force sensitive clone route this would be it. Rex is my beloved clone man. He has joined the ranks of a few other characters I discovered over the years that will live with me until I'm old and grey and my mind crumbles. So this was my doodle of Rex post order 66, with a massive head cannon behind him, and the image that caused me to partake in a massive art project that creeps toward completion inch by inch.

My self indulgent parody fanfic Pride & Prejudice & Padawans. I am particularly proud of this WIP because A. I really just let go and allowed the whimsy to flow out and wrote the words exactly as they appeared in my brain; B. I had previously shied away from parody fics because why mess with a good thing; and C: I found I felt there were much wider things to be explored here as far as personalities, fanfic lore, and relationship dynamics. I was inspired to try by reading @countessofbiscuit 's amazing regency AU she did for Rexsoka week 2020 and it birthed this labor of love!

A piece I did for Rexsoka week 2020 I feel like this looks super professional and has that sketchy scritchy look that I find so visceral and dynamic and satisfying. Plus my best girl comforting my best boy. His shame and despair and her empathy and desire to comfort him. 😭

Some more Rexsoka Because I whole heartedly believe that a best friend can be the best lover. These two have suffered so damn much horrible shit that I would want them to take care of eachother and protect eachother, and when they've been apart any reunion would be a big tight squeeze and a kiss that erases everything else.

THAT doodle of Wolffe so 2020 was the year that I started drawing NSFW. Erotica. Porn with feelings. Dicks. it never occurred to me to do so at any other point in my life, but sexy times feel so damn natural coming out of my pencil. I love the sexual relationship that comes out of falling in love. I love overwhelming desire and the one that you can let yourself go with. I love the gift that is the vulnerability and trust offered up between partners. And I just love these fekking handsome clone men and the magnificent *ahem "objectifying"* fandom we have created for them. I really gotta go back and fix the foreshortening on that arm though...

I know, this is six items, but I wanted this baby in here as an honorable mention. Raw, harsh, emotional, and full of intense feelings. I focus a great deal on the building of trust and this fic is all about that.

No stress tags:

@captainrexisboo @blxwjobsforclones @absurdthirst @maybege @thatfunkyopossum

creator appreciation tag!

Ahhh I was tagged by the amazing @eatsleepandsing! Thank you so much for thinking of me for this <3333

RULES: It’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

In no particular order, here we go :D

1. breathe in the stardust and feel yourself become whole

I just reread this one the other day and lemme tell you… I still really love this fic. There is just something about the softness of Din and his son hanging out at the beach for 6k+ words that does it for me hahaha

2. my heart is with yours in another life

Mandomera has such a special place in my heart. So special in fact that they are the first ship I’ve ever written for! And I’m so glad because I have met very cool mutuals because of it ;)

3. cut open my veins and see the cosmos i bleed for you

My first 5+1 things! I loved writing and posting this fic chapter by chapter. It was so fun reading people’s reactions!! <33

4. it is easier to confess to the void than to your beautiful smile

Rebelcaptain also has a very special place in my heart. I especially love this little fic TvT

5. it takes strength (you gave it to me)

The season two finale destroyed me as much as it destroyed everyone else so this was my way of coping, and I still like the end result!

+ Bonus of probably my favorite art piece I did last year hahaha

Thanks so much for all the love and support I received last year!!! And to all of my lovely mutuals as well <333

I tag (with no pressure!!): @amukmuk @plainrea @sadieandor @woahpip @andorerso @briamarie38 @cats-and-metersticks @eternalqueenofthemyscira @rockwithaciggie @fulcrumstardust @incognitajones @sheena-is-a-punk-rocker @foxlace @communistkenobi @nikibogwater @cacodaemonia and whoever else wants to join in!! 😊😊😊💕💕💕

[njmphadora]

NATALIE CONGRATULATIONS OMG I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU ! YOU'RE ONE OF MY FAVE BEINGS AND THE WHOLE OF TUMBLR NEEDS TO KNOW, YOU DESERVE ALL THE FOLLOWERS AND MORE (and psst can i get a compliment heheh 💕)

ooohh malia trust you to make my life so difficult and ask me to compliment you..... i feel like i should warn people that this will be long... and descriptive and probably poetic and mushy because just.... you are you there’s no other way of explaining this okay okay lemme try and concentrate

so you are me. just like... my soul sister, someone who just sits so close to the centre of my heart because i kinda feel like.... we understand each other in a way that nothing and nobody else will get. idk if you feel this u don’t have to i don’t mind if it’s just me :))) but like... i love that i don’t ever feel guilty with you, because you know how i am and it’s how you are too, and it’s cool and okay and i literally never worry with you which is so nice :)) but everytime we do speak it’s like fireworks and i can’t stop smiling :))))

btw, we’ve only just begun....

so now we’re onto your blog. oh, malia, you are just too good at this game. your blog looks like it’s been manufactured but in the best way if that makes sense ??? like i do not believe a human runs that blog, it’s too brilliant, too beautiful, too genius and inspirational and incredible. it must be run by some super machine or computer that knows how to please peoples eyes i stg

also your creations. i’m so jealous like i always try and time my creations to a different time as yours bc like i CAN’T COMPETE u are too fekking good. your moodboards just kill me with their effortless beauty and just how everything is perfect and just fshsjfsk you’re too talented it’s insane

also you are the kindest to everyone you meet. you’re so lovely to your followers and mutuals and to everyone and jgurshfj just please know that i worship you and love you kinda like a long lost sister ???? let’s parent trap some day

2k compliments & promos

[dear-fellow-travelers]

She frowned.. her sunset sun red har was falling into her face. "...nnno.." she peeked at him from behind her messy about to fall apart braid. She grows alittle anxious as she speaks up, "everything i do.. Looses meaning. If i saw something backwards they take me literally. And when I turn around and say 'hey that wasn't what i wanted to say, can we try this again?' the more and more i bget bullied for being different. I think.. trying to " Fit In " os what they've been forcing me to do. I just came home one-day and found my dad on thehe flood dead with blood at my shoes. He was my only friend.. and only.. parent.. it also hurts to know I don't feel safe in my own neighborhood whenever its time to fo to school with Jack, he tells me how i can't hold his hand whem I'm sced or nervous. I begged the principal to put me in the same class as him.!.! And he's started ro tell me.. i can't be around hom all-day." She spoke her voice quakes at everything's fine but at the same tme.. nobody cares..

"IT HURTS! When will people see me as Intelligent and Beautiful for Who I A M?! It hurts too juch and im talking too much maybe i should just shut up and not talk about my taruma..!" She spat as she forgot she ran away feom home, from school, from everyone. This idea of beinb Normal amd girls can't be there if they're disabled. This world hurts. And shnknows it. plastered on her face is a look of desperately trying to keep it up and together.

"I WISH I WAS NEVER EVEN BORN!!"

Suddenly a surge of power makes the oveehead lighta pop amd fizzzle flickering as she was sobbing out at this.. Stranger.. her heart ached from the day nobody was there.. fek tge day her mother gve up and years laternhee father everything she ever knew was just Pain and Suffering.

It hirts to be humam, it also huets ro be a 'human' with some sort of power that can't be tames when upset.

It hurts.

That's a broken record. Inside her frame that is brittle and decaying with the unknown garden of Eden that people decimate by burning her alive day after day after Wretched Day.

She hurts too much, and clings too tight. She's holding onto everyone else that os like her but being alone in this town as the only autistic girl.. if only they knew.

What are yournthoughts on sea flap flaps?

"Uh... sea flap flaps? I have no idea what those are but they sound fun."