#Loving the depression today

[thepupeeter]

I don't want to finish the new honkai story chapter anymore, I need a fix-fic and I need it NOW

[chibigaia-art]

btw quick reminder that if you're a terf you're not welcome here

[anlian-aishang]

Levi with an (Episodically) Depressed S/O

Tags: levi x reader, angst, hurt-comfort, gn!reader Word count: 900

Levi invites you to shower with him, making the obstacle less daunting and much more attractive. In his black robe, leaning on your bedroom door, two towels slung over his arm indicate the knowledge that you will say yes and accompany him. The way that he looks, the low plea in his voice, how could you say no? 

It would be more accurate to say that he was bathing you, but he does not phrase it that way. Instead, he is humble, letting his actions speak louder than words. He does not tell you that he will shampoo your matted hair, does not flaunt how deliberately he exfoliates your limbs, he just does them for you. Some days, even just tipping the bottle or pumping some soap into your hand can seem mountainous. On those days, he sees those activities not as tasks, but as privileges. It is his honor to be the one looking after you in your most dire time. He would always prefer someone to take care of rather than someone to miss. 

Showering together not only ensures that you stay clean, but his company prevents you from those timeless sessions sat on the tile floor. At the moment you look refreshed but before you become sleepy, he jerks the handle to the left and halts the devastatingly relaxing rain. 

Always, your clean clothes are already folded atop the bathroom counter, waiting for you. Some times, you fail to remember that you did not put them there. Other times, you notice the sign of his relentless consideration, but are artificially silenced from expressing your gratitude. No matter in his mind. You are clean, clothed, and out of bed, and that’s already better than you were before. 

Without one complaint, Levi scoops your dampened towel and old clothes from the wet bathroom floor and drops them in the hamper for you. He has seen the piles that can amass, and if it were anyone else in any other circumstance, the clean freak would be quick to chastise, but any sight or thought of you disintegrates any instinct to discipline. You are sat in the living room, admiring the ivy that swirls around the balcony’s posts, thumbing the petals of the bouquet vased on the coffee table. White-gold rays move just a tad west to cast your figure in therapeutic light. You’re too tired to move away from the sun, and for once, Levi finds your fatigue favorable. As the morning temperature rises, he can see that your resting smile does as well. 

While you are entranced with the scenes of summer, Levi swiftly searches for and alleviates the areas you have left neglected. He dumps your sock drawer upside down and mends the pairs that you have discarded as singles. In your closet, he finds the clean pile and dirty pile and either folds it or washes it accordingly. Under your bed, on your nightstand, in your bedside drawer, he discovers the dirty dishes that have been missing the sink and returns them to their proper place. 

Between those tasks, he rolls his shoulders back or rubs the side of his neck and allows himself to sigh. It is difficult - not to bandage these tiny wounds - but to see the harsh bruises left by the illness. Sure, you were forgetful, and not quite as tidy as he was, but still - the mounds of laundry, hidden dirty dishes - this wasn’t like you. Levi lives for your joy - not the superficial smile, your peace - not the misleading silence. He lives for you - in sickness and in health. The times you forget your worth, that is when he whispers it in your ear. When the world is overwhelming you, he lets his touch communicate it. 

Once your space is in order, he can start to work on getting you to leave it. Rather than annoying reminders or obligations, he mindfully manipulates the steps of treatment into desirable invitations. Rather than Do you want to… or Would you like to…, his proposals are statements, taking the responsibility out of your hands. Concerts in the park this afternoon. Let’s go to the farmers market. Apple orchard just opened.

Or even less far away. 

Plants look thirsty, water them with me? Rain just cleared, read on the porch with me? Full moon tonight, stargaze with me?

To you, with me frames the activities, frames your presence as favors for him, and even in your lowest state, you are always keen to help him with anything. To Levi, it is no framing, your relationship is the greatest gift that fate has bestowed on him, and he treats you as such. It is in his selfless actions and his careful words, but it is more than that, traits you can’t quite categorize. The near flat, subtle smile you wake up to in the morning. The tight yet painless combs through your hair that leave you feeling divine. The low, calming timbre of his voice, decorated with a tender tone that he reserves for you. 

Even before the haze you’re in now, you’ve never been able to label those qualities of his, and instead settled: it’s just who he is. 

Like the sentiment that motivates his care: it’s what you deserve. 

// masterlist //

[cirkkaa]

my roman empire

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He dies if you don't pay attention to him, its a very urgent situation for an uncle to attend to.

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[myokk]

💘

[fantaorange]

practicing lining drawings without hating it and also sort of practicing expressions

[silusvesuius]

nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am

[lunarharp]

post that reads like a mood swing

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / spirit / 155 words / here's some absolute fluff with reg and james as girl dads <3

"That's the spirit!" James cheered, fists in the air, while Regulus only grunted in response. James cupped his face gently, careful not to smudge his makeup.

“She’s going to love it, baby,” he reassured, planting a kiss on Regulus’ forehead.

Suddenly, the sound of loud footsteps and an even louder laugh echoed through the house as their little girl came bounding down the stairs. She ran straight to Regulus’ arms and grabbed his face, not careful and absolutely smudging the makeup.

“You look so handsome, Daddy!” 

“What about me?” James protested. 

“You look funny,” she giggled.

Regulus smiled widely at the scene. "If we don’t leave right now, Uncle Pads and Uncle Moony will be upset." Their daughter clung to him tighter and nodded.

“Is there time for a kiss?” James puckered up, and Regulus leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on the lips he fell in love with so many Octobers ago

“Always, love.”

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

[curioscurio]

Sorry I haven't been as active lately!! I got both a job and a banging girlfriend in the first week of 2024 so there's been little time for art or shitposting but!! Things are looking up for once and I'm super proud of all the hard work I've put into getting here! Im really happy right now! 2024 is the year of the Cassie (wario for luck)

[ehay]

The Spell of Last Resort.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

toji fushiguro your chronic depression and trauma response has bewitched me body and soul

[yakultii]

today went to a town where i spent a lot of my worst times in my sickest years and now my brain hurts plus seeing my current body made me want to end me felt like i was gonna vom but kinda over it now cos at least i bought this top and jorts and also 2 pairs of super soft comfy wide leg lounge pants yay

[moeblob]

It has been. A Day (tm).