#(wind waker shaking crying right now)

[rawliverandgoronspice]

behold: my least favorite string of words in the entirety of Tears of the Kingdom.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

How would the Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) & Demise react to their SO having a panic attack in their shared bedroom?

Wind Waker Ganondorf: The Reflective King

Reaction: Wind Waker Ganondorf, with his introspective nature, would be shocked and unnerved seeing his SO in such a vulnerable state. His deep longing for peace and understanding would make him want to comfort them, though he might be unsure how to express that empathy. His presence would be calm, steady, trying to offer silent support while he figures out how best to help.

Scene: Ganondorf turns to find his SO in the midst of a panic attack, their breathing ragged, tears streaming down their face. His eyes widen slightly, not from fear but surprise. He walks over to them, his movements slow, controlled.

He doesn’t speak right away, instead kneeling beside them, his large hand gently resting on their back. His touch is firm but careful, as if afraid of causing more distress. “Breathe with me,” he says in a low, soothing voice. He inhales deeply, slowly, trying to help them match his calm, steady rhythm.

After a few moments, he adds, “You’re safe here. With me. I won’t let anything harm you.” There’s a certain weight in his voice, as though he’s making a vow. Though he’s more used to commanding armies than comforting someone, he does his best to be their anchor in the storm.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf: The Proud Conqueror

Reaction: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf, proud and distant, would initially be out of his depth. Emotions are not something he is accustomed to handling, and seeing his SO in such distress would make him uncomfortable. However, his possessive and protective instincts would quickly take over, and he would attempt to calm them by asserting control over the situation.

Scene: Ganondorf stands still for a moment, watching his SO cry uncontrollably, gasping for breath, shaking as their panic consumes them. His first reaction is confusion—this is a battlefield he doesn’t know how to fight on. But when they start coughing, struggling for air, a surge of protectiveness overcomes his hesitation.

Without a word, he strides over and pulls them into his arms, holding them tightly against his chest. “Enough,” he commands, though his voice is not harsh. It’s strong, grounding, as if he believes his sheer presence can banish their panic.

He presses his forehead against theirs, trying to center them. “Look at me. Breathe,” he orders, his tone softer now. His hands are rough but steady as he strokes their back, trying to impose his calm onto them. Despite his discomfort, his instincts push him to be their shield, even against emotions he doesn't fully understand.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf: The Cold Strategist

Reaction: Twilight Princess Ganondorf is cold, calculating, and deeply strategic, but even he would be unsettled by his SO’s panic attack. He would likely analyze the situation, searching for a logical solution to what he sees as a problem. However, his love for them would override his usual distance, and he would try to comfort them in his own, measured way—by providing structure and security.

Scene: Ganondorf turns sharply as he hears the sounds of his SO’s labored breathing, their sobs uncontrollable. His brow furrows—this is not something he is used to dealing with. He walks over to them slowly, his eyes narrowing in thought, searching for the cause of their distress.

When he realizes they’re spiraling, he moves decisively. “You must breathe,” he says in his commanding tone, kneeling down beside them. He cups their face in his hands, forcing them to meet his gaze. “Follow my breath,” he instructs, his voice steady and cold, but not unkind. He takes a deep, slow breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it.

His hands are firm, grounding, offering them a sense of control. “Focus on me,” he commands again, his eyes holding theirs. “You are not alone.” Though his approach is clinical, there’s an underlying softness in his voice, a quiet reassurance that he will not leave them to face their fears alone.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf: The Warlord King

Reaction: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf, with his brash, warlord mentality, would be taken aback by such an emotional outburst. He’s used to power and dominance, and seeing his SO so vulnerable would catch him off guard. Despite his rough demeanor, however, his love for them would push him to act, likely by using his physical presence and strength to calm them down.

Scene: Ganondorf is startled by the sight of his SO breaking down in their shared bedroom, their body trembling uncontrollably. For a brief moment, he doesn’t know what to do—this is not a battle he can win with strength or strategy.

But his instincts kick in, and he moves toward them swiftly, pulling them into his lap and wrapping his arms around them. His embrace is almost too tight, as if he’s trying to physically hold them together. “Stop,” he growls, though not in anger. “You are mine, and nothing will harm you while you are with me.”

His hand moves to their chest, feeling the frantic rise and fall of their breathing. “You’re stronger than this,” he whispers, more gently now. He presses his forehead to theirs, his grip firm but comforting. “Breathe… breathe slowly. You’re safe with me.”

Though he is rough around the edges, he won’t let go until they’ve calmed down, holding them as if his sheer force of will can make their panic vanish.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf: The Demon King

Reaction: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf, fully consumed by hatred and darkness, would initially be frustrated by his SO’s panic attack, finding it a weakness. However, if they were someone he truly loved, that frustration would quickly transform into protectiveness. He would be rough in his attempts to help, but his overwhelming presence would be a source of comfort, despite his darker nature.

Scene: Ganondorf watches, his red eyes narrowing as his SO breaks down in front of him. His first reaction is annoyance—what is this weakness? Why are they succumbing to fear like this? But then, as he watches them struggle to breathe, their body shaking uncontrollably, something else stirs within him.

He moves toward them with purpose, his steps heavy, and pulls them into his arms. His grip is strong, almost possessive, as if by holding them tightly he can force the panic away. “Stop this,” he says, his voice dark and commanding, though there’s a strange tenderness in it. “You are mine, and nothing can harm you while you are at my side.”

His hands are rough but reassuring as they hold them against his chest. “Breathe,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument. His own breath is slow, deliberate, and he presses their head against his chest so they can feel the rise and fall of his lungs. “I will protect you. Nothing can hurt you—not even yourself.”

Though his methods are harsh, there’s a fierce protectiveness in his actions. He will not leave their side until they can breathe again.

Demise: The God of Destruction

Reaction: Demise, the embodiment of hatred and destruction, would struggle the most with understanding his SO’s panic attack. Emotions like fear and vulnerability are foreign to him, and he might initially respond with irritation or confusion. However, seeing someone he cares for in distress would stir a primal need to protect and conquer whatever is causing them pain.

Scene: Demise glares at his SO as they break down, their body shaking, their breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His first instinct is confusion—this is not something he understands. Fear? Pain? These things do not touch him. But as he watches them, his irritation turns to something else—an unfamiliar urge to protect.

He moves closer, his massive form casting a shadow over them. He kneels down, his face a mix of frustration and concern. “What is this?” he growls, though his voice is not harsh. “Why do you let fear control you?”

But instead of waiting for an answer, he scoops them into his arms, his hold firm and protective. “Enough,” he commands, his voice low and rumbling. “You are stronger than this. I will not let anything harm you.”

He presses them close to his chest, his fiery aura dimming as he tries to calm them. “Breathe,” he says, his tone softening slightly. “You are with me now. Nothing can touch you.”

Though he doesn’t fully understand what’s happening, his sheer presence and force of will would be enough to ground them, offering a strange but powerful form of comfort.

[raycatz]

I feel like I would like to know what is going on here for your ask game

"Is it a fish?" is a riddle game I learned at camp and I think it would drive Legend crazy. It's one of those riddles which relies on misdirection. The campers get really invested! Once a few discover the trick to it they'll start to direct the game themselves which is great fun to watch. I know a couple but throwing Legend off with fish seems the most fun. He'd get too caught up on the red herrings, as it were.

"It's a fish" is an examination of the constellations between the eras and how they change over time. It takes place after the "is it a fish?" interaction just to keep giving Legend a hard time.

--- Is it a fish? ---

Wind: If Hyrule is a fish, and you’re a fish, is Sky a fish?

Legend: Yes?

Wind: Nope, incorrect. Okay, pay attention, if the Wind Waker is a fish, and Four's boots are a fish, is the Tempered Sword a fish?

Legend: Yes.

Wind: Right.

Legend: WHY

Hyrule, coming up: I get it.

Wind: If Twi’s pelt is a fish, and War’s scarf is a fish, is my necklace a fish?

Legend: YES

Wind and Hyrule: Nope.

Legend: WHAT

Wind: You have to be paying attention, Vet.

Legend: I AM PAYING ATTENTION

Hyrule: Okay okay, c’mere. Pay attention. If the Sheikah Slate is a fish, and that bush is a fish, is your bracelet a fish?

Legend: No?

Hyrule, shaking his head: Wrong, it’s a fish.

Wind: It’s a fish.

Legend: I’m gonna fucking cry

//(They're all covered in fish 😔 the fish are everywhere) do you get it, though? Were you paying attention? hehe I think the chain would let this go on for as long as possible. Having the riddle written out helps give the trick away.

--- It's a fish ---

The chain are sharing star stories. Contention has arisen as to whether or not a constellation is the rupee constellation or the rupoor constellation. So far Time has stayed out of the argument but the boys are split 50-50.

Sky insists it’s the rupoor constellation and Four backs him because it’s attached to the tail of the rupee-like.

Wars thinks it’s the rupoor as well.

Legend says it’s the rupee but is otherwise uninterested and thinks everyone else is being daft.

Wind knows,, he knows that it’s the rupee constellation, the six points are for the sages and the seventh star in the middle is for the princess and he knows where they’re supposed to be this time of year the rupoor constellation isn’t visible WHY is no one LISTENING TO HIM???

Wild is like, well, haven’t you noticed the constellations have changed slightly between our eras? Some stars have died off and there are some new ones. What was the rupoor could be the rupee now. What if they’re the same. Anyways, Wild thinks it’s the rupee.

Wars: Time, we need to put an end to this. Which constellation do you think it is?

Time: It’s a fish.

Legend’s been trying not to show he’s too invested but this is too far. What does Time mean it’s a Fish???

Time: It’s a fish.

He will not elaborate.

Everyone, over time, is so confused that they concede. Maybe they were wrong? Maybe it was a fish all along.

//I really enjoy reading about this kind of world building in fics so I tried my hand at it and made it silly. I get to compact a bunch of familiar (dare I say beloved?) LU tropes and some game trivia into a discussion about stars as well! I think if I were to flesh it out that this would work well as a fic.

[scenarihoes]

Hi! I've been following your blog for a while and I've finally decided to send in a request || You know the 100 word dialogue prompt thing? Can you please do Number 4 w/ Mezo Shouji? My boi need some love :))) (Love you

YES thank you so much for this prompt i love my baybie boy

04. shouji mezo / reader

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Three knocks is all it takes before the wooden door is swinging open, revealing a very familiar face.

“Oh, you’re here!” Mrs. Shouji beams. She claps her hands together and grins nice and wide. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be arriving.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, I texted Mezo but I don’t think he saw it.” Sheepishly you rub the back of your head, your other hand occupied with the plastic bag you’d carried over from your place to his.

“No worries!” She steps aside. “Come on in. He’s just resting up for now, you can go right in.”

Your brows knit. “Would he be fine if I just… Walked in?”

Mrs. Shouji shuts the door and follows behind you as you wander to the kitchen, hoist your bag up and set it on the counter. As she helps you unwrap a very well packaged container of soup, she giggles.

“If it’s you coming in I’m sure he’ll be alright. Just don’t jump on him- he’s a confused waker.”

“I see,” The idea of Shouji awakening with that blurry, momentary confusion is a fun one to play with. Messy hair, glazed over eyes, those pensive brows. Internally you fawn over him. “Thanks for letting me over, by the way. Is he doing any better?”

Mrs. Shouji sighs and slumps her shoulders. “I’m afraid not. Yesterday he was up to eat dinner but he headed right back to sleep after he was done. Hopefully it just stays at a fever and nothing else developes.”

“That would be scary… Hopefully this helps him feel better, even if it’s just by a little bit. I hate to see him unwell…”

One of her hands reaches out, touches at your shoulder. “And that’s exactly why I’m glad he has you.”

Her statement, albeit harmless, makes you flush. This would surely be a moment that Shouji would internally gush over- his mother openly approving of you, supporting you. Even without him you feel the pride bubbling in your chest.

“T-Thank you, so much, that seriously means a lot.” You smile.

“No need to thank me,” She turns around and retrieves a bowl from the cupboard, pours the soup from the plastic container and hands it back to you after settling a spoon in the broth. “Just tell him mom says ‘hi’ when you go in.”

“I will!” Nodding eagerly, you hold the bowl. You take your leave from the kitchen and wander down the hallway to his room, stand outside and stop for just a moment. Even with his mother's blessing, you still feel strange just… Barging in without his permission. You’d wished he would have send you a confirmation message that he knew you were coming, even if it was nothing more than just a random emoji. As you reach out you hope that he doesn’t get all sorts of offended by this.

The moment you open the door you can just sense the sickness. His room is as dark as a cave, closed blinds and a tightly shut window to keep him from getting too cold. A fan for white noise sits at his nightstand and points towards his bed, and the winds rustle literally the only visible part of him: his hair. A large mass atop his bed serves as the outline of him, and you can’t help but smile at the burrow he’s created. It’s almost like a plan, buried, barely visible by the top. 

You giggle despite his suffering.

But, then, you remember why he’s created his little hole and it makes you frown all over again in worry. What had started out with what he thought was allergies had turned into something worse, a fever that was rather adamant about sticking around. Exhaustion, heavy limbs (all six of them!) were his downfalls. From the moment he mentioned he wasn’t feeling very well you were worrying like a mother hen, and no amounts of his assurance could help. 

This was not how he expected to spend his winter break.

“Um.. Mezo?” You whisper, using your heel to shut the door quietly behind you. It clicks just softly enough to keep him from stirring. With the curtains suppressing the sunny day outside, if not for the emptiness of his room you would have had to squint your eyes to navigate your way to him. As you draw closer, you feel yourself freezing in your place. You hadn’t seen it from afar, but the mound of white, messy hair isn’t the only part of him that's visible to you.

Even with the sickness, Shouji sleeps soundly. On his side, back facing you, he tucks his chin with the blanket pulled just above his neck. Even though you know it’s unfair to take advantage of his rest, you can’t stop yourself from looking. Your eyes, geedy and searching, trail all the way from his shut eyes down to the rest of his face, exposed for the first time. Your heart leaps in your chest at the sight of him, the first time. 

His nose pushes out, strangely animalistic in it’s own way. Like a muzzle, almost. His lips stretch along the broadness of his face, and you feel a flutter in your heart. This is what he’s warned you of so many times before. All your relationship, even before you’d come close with him, he’d told you time and time again that while he understood you’d love him in any form, he didn’t like the idea of you seeing what lie beneath his mask.

But god, he was so cute. You wanted to kiss every part of him, fever or not. 

A smile creeps onto your face. You reach out, gently press a hand to where you think his shoulder is, and shake him softly.

“Mezo,” You whisper. “Wake up.” While he makes a sound in the back of his throat, eyebrows knitting, he doesn’t entirely wake, so you try again. “I have soup.”

That seems to grab him out of whatever dreams he’d been casted into. His eyes open to face the wall, blinking slowly. As if in a trance, he turns to you in silence.

“…Mom?”

You giggle. “Nah, just me.”

For some reason it takes him a long, long moment to process that information. Over his shoulder he just stares at you with perplexion. You get an even better of his features and it makes you want to reach out and smooch him on his lips finally, because his hair is a mess and he just looks so damn cute with doe-full eyes that can’t quite concentrate.

“Everything okay?” Your voice falls just above a whisper, and you turn to set the soup down on his nightstand beside the fan just so you can reach out and pet over the top of his hair.

Something about the contact seems to shake him alive. His eyes widen, he yanks away from you and throws the blanket over his head in an almost childlike manner, terrified. Naturally you reach out and try to sooth the outburst, take hold of the covers and gently pry it away, but for the first time, he fights you.

“You saw…” He mumbles from beneath the covers, and you sigh.

“I saw.” As you pull away you sit down at the edge of his bed. “You made it sound like it was something of a nightmare.”

You can almost feel the way his eyebrow raises. The pregnant pause he takes make you frown. “...You don’t find it ugly?”

“…Do you?” Your brows knit as you look at him, the shape of him under the mound of blankets.

“No necessarily.”

“Then what’s the problem…?” Resting your hands on your lap, your shoulders slump. “Did you think I’d find you ugly?”

“Not ugly, but… Scary.”

It strikes you like an arrow through the heart. You’re suddenly hyper-reminded of the child he’d encountered in his youth who’d bumped into him, looked up at the hulking form of his body and didn’t cry at the shape of him, but his face, and his face alone. It hurts your heart.

You sigh sadly. “Can you look at me?”

Very slowly, cautious almost, he pulls the blankets down to his nose. Just barely can you see the slope that extends outwards. When his nervous eyes meet yours, you smile as warmly as you can manage through the sensitivity.

“I’ve told you time and time again,” You begin with a quiet voice. “That I love you no matter what you look like. You don’t have to hide from me.” Reaching out, you gently tug the blanket. “So can you please… Stop hiding?”

Even though it’s easy to see that he’d rather not, he does anyways. He brings the blanket down and awkwardly grips the fabric he surrounds himself in like it’s some sort of outlet for his anxiety.

Before he can even dream to cover himself again, you crawl closer, bring your palms to his cheeks and barely touch the edges of his lips. Your thumbs caress him. “I love all of you, no matter what. It doesn’t matter if you look like this, it’s what makes you, you.”

“And my face… It… That doesn’t scare you?”

Your heart hurts again. “Of course not. You’re not a scary person, Mezo. You’ll never scare me off, especially with something like how you look. Besides,” The corners of your lips rise. “Now, I can do this.”

There’s a moment of silence, uncertainty. He stills himself and wonders what’s to come, and you beat him to any sort of punchline.

The kiss is chaste, barely there, but it’s a milestone paved of gold. Fever be damned, you peck his lips and pull away with a shy smile while your heart does flips in your chest.

He flushes all the way from his ears to his neck and there’s no way the fever had made him that red. You giggle, he touches his lips with one of his hands and blinks at you.

“I know you’re sick and all,” You start, “But I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so cute.”

[nekoabi]

All of them

Right, lets start oversharing.

Just a couple warnings: Some answers involve anxiety attacks, death and suicide talk. 

Who hurt you the most?Hmm... If I’m completely honest, it’s likely myself, due to overthinking and being an anxious mess etc.

Who have you hurt the most?Lel myself, I guess?

Who do you miss the most?Old friends that I lost contact with who I don’t know how to talk to anymore...

Who do you want out of your life the most?There’s this one person who I see frequently irl who is kinda getting on my nerves a lot... So them.

Who had the biggest positive impact on you?My mum. She is basically my life goals.

Who had the biggest negative impact on you?This friend I had who was toxic. Used to be best friends, but as time went on and we both started going in different directions, suddenly she felt controlling. She almost had nothing positive to say to me or about me, always talking shit about myself, never letting me get out negativity around her... It got the point where I was scared to talk because I didn’t know how she’d react... 

She’s the reason my anxiety blossomed into what it is. I’ve always been nervous and shy, but she made it so bad.

Who do you wish you could be honest with?Some people irl. I wish I could tell them what I really think so I could maybe work past some things...

Who have you harbored (any kind of!) secret feelings towards?Idk... I mean, I still have a crush on the first girl I ever crushed on (even though she’s engaged and I wish I could still be her friend... or at least, know how to talk to her), I kinda still have feelings for other people I’ve dated... 

Who would the world be better off without?Shitty people who do shitty things and don’t work past them, or realise what they’ve done is shitty.

Who do you wish you’d treated differently?My cousin, back when we had this weird falling out... Since then, things have never really been the same...

What was the worst day of your life?Probably the day I got broken up with which was like... almost 2 years ago? Like now, I’m over it, but I remember just crying all night, and stuff... But hey, I’m good now.

What’s your greatest fear?Either spiders (highly arachnophobic, hello) or being alone forever, or being crowded too much... I have a lot of fears, and I don’t know which is “greatest”..

What’s your biggest insecurity?Um... god, I don’t know... I have a lot, but the only one coming to mind is my outward appearance, specifically how clothes fall on me and if what I’m wearing shows my awkward body and stuff...

What’s your biggest regret?Not getting involved with the shows back in school earlier.

Describe your ideal world.Place where everyone is actually accepted, no one hates on anyone for something that doesn’t affect them, everyone’s p chill, everyone’s happy and good and stuff. 

Describe your personal hell.Stuck in the middle of a busy room with no one I recognise while everyone tries talking at once, asking questions that I can’t answer. People then getting mad, people then yelling, people getting so angry that they don’t even show it.

What’s a hopeless dream you’re still holding on to?I... don’t know... Honestly, I have no ideas. I don’t know what dreams I currently have for myself...

What’s the most embarrassed you’ve ever been?During a lecture, my friend and I were messing around a bit - Idk what we were doing, all I remember is I took a step back. I thought there was nothing behind me, but instead there were two black boxes stacked up and my lecturer’s laptop onto of them. And I fell into them, knocking them over. Everyone looked at me, I was so close to crying, I can’t remember if I was frozen for a second or what, all I remember is I ran off and hid somewhere around the performance gym, and almost had an attack.

What’s the angriest you’ve ever been?I don’t know... I’ve been angry a lot, but I’ve never had just one moment where I’ve been “the angriest”. I can’t describe a scenario, but I can describe what happens.

When I get really angry, I start shaking and everything starts kinda slowing down. My vision focuses down for a second, kinda zooming in and I feel a wave of heat flow through my body. This is how I know I shouldn’t say whatever I’m thinking of saying because I know I’ll regret it.

What’s the saddest you’ve ever been?Again, probably the day I got broken up with, or the day I found out my grandma had died.

What’s the most scared you’ve ever been?I seriously don’t know. There’s been so many times when I’ve been scared shitless because of spiders, as well as when someone’s wanted to talk to me, or I’ve done something that I’m scared someone will find out when it was accidental... and like loads of other times... I’m just constantly scared.

What’s the most hopeless you’ve ever felt?Back in 6th Form. Before I knew that I wanted to work backstage. My only life goal was to finish school. After that, my life was to be over. Honestly, I’m getting back into that stage again, because I don’t know how I’m going to progress after university’s over...

What’s the most frantic you’ve ever felt?I checked the definition of “frantic” because I wasn’t sure and “distraught with fear, anxiety, or other emotion.” is what I found so let’s go with that.

I mean, any time I’ve had a fucking attack or cried because of being so fucking freaked? To find a different example, back when my school did Notre Dame. During God Help The Outcasts, I had to set some props - sticks used for a scene later - in the wings, in the corner. I was doing it like I always did, and for some reason, I think I tripped on something? and I turned the work lights on in the wing. I almost puked right there. I managed to turn them off and just ran away to the changing room and locked myself in the shower room and almost cried...

Just remembering that makes me so fucking tense...

What’s the bravest you’ve ever felt?Probably when I did a solo in front of a paying audience for the first and last time. It was only one of our Showcase shows, so it was only a small audience but still, I did it.

What’s the best case scenario for your future?Find a good job somewhere in theatre (or get a good reputation and keep getting hired), have a comfortable amount of money, have a comfortable place, have someone who i can be with, have at least one cat. Be able to just live without worrying too much about the simple things...

What’s the worst case scenario for you future?Having a job I really can’t stand, constantly worrying about the simple things, being completely alone, being unable to relax... 

What’s the most physical pain you’ve ever felt?Uhhh... I had a time where I missed like a month of school due to stomach pains that no one knew what it was, and that was fucking painful.I had period pains that made me collapse once. I caught the back of my heel under one of the rolling cages at Waitrose one day, and it was the heaviest one as it was full of milk and I bent my foot back and it fucking hurt... Still had to work for another hour and a half and walk the 40 minutes back home, and then go back to work the day after...

I haven’t really had extreme physical pain, I’m too scared of being hurt... 

What’s the most emotional pain you’ve ever felt?#BreakUp

Describe a time you felt like a hypocrite.Anytime I’ve given someone advice and then not taken it myself, I guess... I really try my hardest to not be a hypocrite, but that’s the biggest one...

Describe a time you felt like a traitor.I’ve sat here trying to think of something and I fucking can’t. So, never, I guess. I’m sure there’s been something fucking stupid or tiny that was really dumb that I was like “omg i’m a traaaaaitooooor!!” but i can’t fucking think of anything and I’m getting mad about it. So, lets fucking move on.

Describe a time you felt like a hero.Nothing has ever made me feel like a hero... I mean, I’ve felt good doing things for people, but never been like “omg look at me so hero!”So, never.

Describe a time you felt inhuman.All the time. Like right now. I feel empty. I don’t know how I should be feeling, or what I should be feeling, but I just feel gloomy and gross and shit. I just don’t feel human.Also, all those times I’ve looked at my reflection and gone, “No... that’s not me. Is it? It moves like me, but I just don’t... look right...”

Describe a time you felt like a failure.Lol all the time. Honestly. I feel like I’m failing myself by doing nothing.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?Last night, I came up with “we’re coming up on the ejaculation station.” That’s probably the worst thing.

What are you proudest of?I mean, I’m proud I finally finishing Wind Waker. I’m proud I got an 85 on an assignment. I’m proud I’m still here, on this earth. Idk, just... whatever.

What’s your relationship with your family like?Mostly, it’s good. My family are really nice, my parents are amazing and I love them. My aunts are kinda problematic - one I really don’t like that much, one drinks so much that I don’t think I’ve ever seen her fully sober. My uncles are p cool, chill. My nan and grandad are nice enough, they just say things and believe things that are just... not okay. And my cousins are really cool, I like them.

What’s your relationship with religion like?I don’t have one with religion. I respect people who are religious - as long as they’re not using their religion to be a dick, but that’s usually just a sign of someone being a general asshole.

Talk about someone you’ve lost.My grandma died a few months before the end of last year. I wasn’t super close to her, but like there are so many things that I didn’t realise I’d miss... She’d call our house every week to talk to my dad, we’d be able to go and see her like every few months, all these small things that are now just not ever going to happen again.She was amazing though. She was always so nice to everyone. She was an amazing seamstress. She made a wedding dress for someone, she was always willing to help and make something for someone. She was always welcoming, but she could fuck you up if you did something bad.She was so good.

Talk about someone who abandoned you.My old flatmates from first year.I see some of them around and they just seem to ignore me, like all the time. Two of them, the two I was possibly the least closest to, are the ones who have had full conversations with me and have even considered inviting me to meetups that they all keep having...

Talk about a desire you have that scares you.The desire of just wanting someone scares me.It scares me because I know I am incapable of doing what needs to be done to do so. I can’t talk to people well, I can’t confess to people unless I’m close to them, I just can’t.And it scares me that I can’t do something that I need to do to fulfil what I want, because I know its only going to hurt me more and more and more.

What’s something you wish you were capable of?I wish I was capable of talking openly about more of my feelings to the people who hurt them or cause them to be the way they are. I’m more than happy to be open about various things I’ve “been through” and I don’t mind talking about feelings, but I can’t talk about them with people who hurt them because I’m too scared of what they’ll say, their reaction, how our relationship will then change... I wish I were capable of conflict.

What’s something you’re afraid that you’re capable of?I’m afraid I’m capable of hurting myself.The other day, I gave in to my frustration and hurt and anger, and hurt myself on purpose. Like more than usual. It was nothing that would show, thank goodness... but if I can give in to something like that, I’m scared I’m capable of giving into other things similar...

Describe the kind of life you wish you’d been born into.Just one where I wasn’t such a fucking coward, and I wasn’t so scared and anxious about everything. I enjoy my life, for the most part, that’s all I’d change - I think...

Describe your worst heartbreak.#BreakUpI don’t wanna talk too much about it because he’s still a really good friend. It just hurt because, at the time, I had really strong feelings. I’ve been able to get over those and be happy he’s my friend.

Describe your worst disappointment.I mean, I was super disappointed that I got a job offer for like the perfect place - GAME - but I had to turn it down due to the fact I had literally just started working at Disney Store that month and because they wanted me to do my first training shift on CoD release day... Because that makes fucking sense.The manager was just a total dick...

Have you ever taken a fall for someone?Probably? Idk when... but likely...

Have you ever forced or let someone take a fall for you?Definitely let others take a fall for me, but never for anything extremely bad - just small things...

Have you ever done serious physical harm to someone?Lol no, I’m no where near strong enough to do that.

Have you ever done serious emotional harm to someone?Not to my knowledge... If I ever have, it’s never been intentional...

Have you ever self-harmed?In ways, yes. As mentioned above. I’ve scratched my face, I’ve pinched myself, I’ve gripped myself so hard that it hurts, I’ve slapped and punched myself. I’ve let myself get almost burnt by the cold.But what most people know as self harm? No, I’ve never cut.Doesn’t mean the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.

Have you ever attempted suicide?No, never attempted.Considered? Many times.

Have you ever stolen something?Not anything major. Like I’ve taken a thing from the fridge at home or something petty like that, I’ve never stolen anything major or done it in public.

Have you ever cheated on someone?No. Never. What the fuck.

Have you ever been cheated on?Not really? I mean, there’s always the possibility someone did, but that was just a sham of a relationship anyway - didn’t even really like the guy, just couldn’t say no...

Have you ever taken revenge on someone?I don’t believe so... Not like actually, I’ve definitely considered it before but I don’t remember doing it outright.

Have you ever seriously considered killing somone?Yup. 

Have you ever betrayed someone who trusted you?Only for good reasons, like sharing their stories with someone who they don’t even know because I can’t handle it all on my own or telling someone about what they’re going through because its scaring me.

Have you ever experienced something supernatural or unexplainable?I mean, kinda? Nothing major, and it probably can all be explained by something sciencey. But like, back home, when I’m laying in bed (and haven’t moved for like ages), I sometimes like feel something move over the bedsheets or like rest against my legs. Idk what that is, but I like to think of it as the cats we used to have...

I’m sorry for the shitty tone through some of these, it’s just a really shitty day...

Thanks for asking