#SHIT-

[biggestqiblifan]

tw: mentions of self harm

*The anniversary of the Battle of Manhattan was round the corner.*

*Will woke screaming and sobbing every night* *He would go out for a walk, avoiding everyone. The memories and burdens made him work non-stop at the infirmary. HE had to be better. HE couldn't dare to fall behind. To let others down. To be useless. HE couldn't let others die. Him. It was all on him. Everyone counted on him. Him.*

*On and on it went in a cycle. Till a camper came in with head trauma. Will broke*

*Will handed the case off to Kayla, making up some excuse before dashing off and locking himself in a pitch-black room* *The sounds of the war, of the infirmary clashed in his head. All of them screaming for attention, to be heard. A replica of what he had heard that day. Images, red, white, grey, flashed in an unbreakable series. It wouldn't stop. Will began hyperventilating. His chest ached. he couldn't breathe. Couldn't see. Couldn't hear. Every shook, every part of him trembled. His cheeks and clothes were soaked with his tears. His throat was raw, and aching, mouth dry and sour. Lips struggling to keep his screams, sobs and pleas silent.*

*Will felt trapped. In his own skin. He'd already made it red from clutching on it too tightly. Now he desperately scratched at his skin, trying to escape. The scrape bleed. * *On instinct, without hesitation, its a practiced movement from the number of times he's done it. Will reaches for the scalpel in his shirt. * *He cuts. For the first time in a while, Will is able to take a full breath. His chest unclenches a bit with every cut. With every stream of blood that ran across and down his body. More scars for the collection. *

*Will feels some tension his body by way of the numerous deep cuts. It was an escape. *

*The voices quietened. Quietened. Never silent. After all, the screams never leave.*

[wyvernwriterarchive]

Me:Huh. I should show some footage of my game

*Looks at, which is literally just a basic SRPG Studio game with a few community made assets*

Me:*Sweats*

[sorivii]

Hsvxhcidbejelhrkfbdv I HATE buying new things- SO MUCH MONEY- GONE! POFF! AGHHHHHHH WHY DO COMPUTERS HAVE TO BE SO EXSPENSIVEEEEEEEEE TO BUILDDDDDDD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’M DOING IT ANYWAYYYYY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[sp4rklemuffin]

tw: friend sui

just found out my bsf tried to ki11 h1mself yesterday- I- he's good now but fuck that's scary like he just- and I didn't know and like- shit why wasn't I there for him

[shadeloink]

Oops-

Heh heh- uhhhh......

I may or may not have made 0 progress towards anything uh............. I PROMISE I WILL HAVE SOMETHING TOMORROW SRRY

[jacksmusesdrv3]

WHAT THE

[l3viat8an]

Guess what lesson is out now??

Like bro i don't feel good i can't be stressing about this lesson 😖🤧🤧

What nooo!?!

*Dies* I’ve been busy-

I’m still on lesson 10 💀😭 I was scared to find out what happens-

[three-is-a-crowd]

CONSIDER WHAT? HEART, NO OFFENSE, BUT WE ARE ALREADY REACHED THE POINT OF USING LAST RESORTS. WHATEVER IT IS IT MIGHT BE THE ONLY THING WE CAN DO! [🖍️🪱]

DAMMIT! Looks like its time to break another promise.

*heart puts in the combo on the safe he had promised to never open again. Inside was the familiar weapon. He checked to make sure it had ammo from all that time ago. Sure enough it did. He took a deep breath*

Here goes nothing!

*he found a bare wall and pulled the trigger*

*both mind and soul jolted awake*

HEART WHAT THE FUCK?!

[lychee-face]

I just have to say, I keep seeing your polls going around, and I'm unable to vote because the choices are too hard 😭 I hope you're proud of yourself

Im very proud of myself tyvm

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

For Years my brother has been fucking with me by periodically texting me to say Jimmy Carter had finally died. Today the bit has paid off.

The response to my reaction at work was “what do you MEAN ‘for real this time’?????”

I fucking hate it here I’m crying

[bloodbending]

can’t believe tiktok is actually getting banned, twitter is infested with bots and brainworm-infested musk bootlickers, facebook is king of QAnon, instagram caught the plague from facebook and is dying a slow death in real time… and as the dust settles… only Miss Tumblr is left standing… failing upwards once again

[allthatispeculiar]

[artemis-pendragon]

BE MAD BE SAD BUT DONT U DARE GIVE UP

[word-count-bullet-count]

I've been seeing a lot of knight posts recently. pretty great

[xelayxes]

Born to don't wanna. Forced to gotta