#but that's a vaguely depressing story

[moeblob]

Look, I just think it's VERY funny and on brand that I thought of an entire premise of colorful characters for half the cast and immediately drew the only one void of color.

[ailius-suffers-through-art]

I love timeloops.

When you’re long past your breaking point and are forced to continue. Inescapable hell.

Do you lay and give up? what then? an infinity of meaningless deaths and all the time in the world to think. to drive yourself further into insanity.

Do you get up again? force yourself to function. find a new goal to accomplish. fool yourself into believing the lie of an ‘end’? carry on a hopeless positivity until your mind eats itself.

Do you try to end the world? think that if nothing exists, then nothing can bring you back. use your resources and destroy everything in sight. burn it all down again and again and again until the death has lost all meaning and you are alone on a throne you never wanted.

Do you search for a way to truly die? kill yourself over and over again until you’ve learned the ins and outs of your own corpse. a vivisection of yourself. the master of a million deaths.

I love timeloops.

[thegreatyin]

it's always so interesting to me that The Fae Country™ in ffxiv shadowbringers used to be the first's equivalent of ishgard. like first of all absolutely jarring information to know because i forget it wasn't always snowy all the time and second of all both funny and kinda heartbreaking

[queseraphita]

It didn't truly strike me harder how devastating the grief and trauma Cheng Xiaoshi felt about that Chen Xiao mission and how he was probably raised in that part of China by his parents and having to confront the feelings of all the people he had bonds with in that area until i was reading posts from Chinese readers explaining how Cheng Xiaoshi has a northern accent and Lu Guang has a southern Chinese accent

[forestofforever]

People didn't usually get a say in the way they died, did they?

It usually just sneaked up on you; poor decisions, a bad lifestyle, a disease, slowly eating away at you until your body simply withered away. Or it happened suddenly; a car crash, a fall with an unlucky landing, or a well-placed bullet. The only ones who got to decide, it seemed, were those who took things into their own hands.

For years now, one thing was clear to Sylvester: his own death was out of his control. Benjamin would decide for him, once the time came. Sylvester was under no illusion that he would lead a long or happy life, oh no, once Benjamin got bored of him, that would be it. He would be put down like a dog. Nobody would even realize he was gone. Benjamin would not bother giving him an actual grave.

And Benjamin was growing bored of him. And that meant Sylvester was running out of time.

This information is important. Important because otherwise, you may not understand the image in front of you. Of Sylvester slowly trudging through a field in the middle of the night. His movements are jerky and his body feverish. His eyes lack focus, but they also seem more peaceful than they have in years. He will die soon. He knows this, and he is glad for it. You see, he is the one who made the decision.

He would not let Benjamin take that away from him, he was going out on his own terms. Once he feels that he is a sufficient distance from the Forest Estate, he allows himself to simply collapse into the grass, tilting his face upwards so that he can look at the night sky in his final moments. The poison is slowly but certainly draining the life out of him and he accepts this, embraces it. Welcomes death like an old friend.

He will close his eyes eventually, but for now, he will just keep admiring the stars.

[sevenish-spheres]

01/10/24- ‘Distraught’

Taken from the diary of one Samara Teggart

12th Emir 1723

I think I first heard of the Mourning Plague little over a month ago. Talks of entire funerals that were so overcome with such grief that some flung themselves into the open grave while others had to be tied to beds, so fierce were their wailing convulsions. I believe the first case was one Lila Abernathy, a doctor, if I recall correctly, of some renown. Her death, which was, I am told, caused by a growth within her corticobulbar tract, came as a shock to many, although I confess to be surprised at how devastated people seemed to be. The next death, one Barnabas Fry, was apparently from suicide, and after that more and more kept appearing across the city. It seems that the disease spreads from contact with the body of a person who died whilst infected with it, and is characterised by an extreme degree of mourning directed towards the previous vector. Its incubation time varies wildly, with some manifesting it in minutes, whilst others take days to display any symptoms. It is a curious thing indeed. On another note, I finished the Case of Hector’s Tear today. Janice suggested it as the book club book for this turn. I thought it was a bit dry, but the reveal at the end was superb.

13th Emir 1723

Thomas tells me his daughter has contracted the flu. I hope she recovers, although its hardly the most severe disease about at present. I need to remember to buy soup for the poor girl, she’s quite fond of it.

14th Emir 1723

I saw a woman collapse in the street, crying today. By the time I got to her, her pulse had stopped. I never found out her name. I wish I could’ve helped her. In better news, book club is tomorrow!

15th Emir 1723

I attended the book club today. I tried to engage, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that woman. Tomorrow I shall see if I can at least find her name.

17th Emir 1723

I found the woman’s name in the public archive today! She was called Rachel Rowcliffe, which I believe would make her a cousin of Lila Abernathy! I believe she was a writer, although I can’t say I’m familiar with her work.

23rd Emir 1723

Sorry for not writing lately, I have been caught in the throes of a malaise of late, but today I plucked up the resolve to write. Thomas visited today. He asked when I last ate. I told him I couldn’t remember

27th Emir 1723

Idiot Thomas. He means well, but I can’t see why he cares so much about my wellbeing when I just let that woman die like that! Tomorrow is her funeral. I’m going to try attend.

28th Emir 1723

I attended her funeral. It rained. Everyone’s eulogy’s were beautiful- even the people who didn’t know her! I remember getting up to speak and being filled with such sorrow I doubt my words were comprehensible. I ran home crying, and I think I heard a pistol shot as I did. Grief is so hard to bear, I can understand why some couldn’t hold back any more.

12th Calsir 1723

I spent the past two weeks (I think) in bed. Why would I bother to move? The sheets are dripping with tears now, and I’ve heard Thomas and others shouting at the door periodically for days now. They wouldn’t care so much if they knew how I left Rachel to die.

13th Calsir 1723

I felt a bit better today, so I went to find some food. However, I found that most of my food had gone rotten! I fear this must be punishment for- gods above I’m horrible. I don’t deserve this food anyway with what I’ve done. I’m going to go back to bed

27th? Calsir 1723

I woke up again. Someone changed my sheets whilst I was asleep. Was I always in a room like this? The lights are so bright and there’s so many cards at my bedside. They had me hooked up to some kind of nutrient drip. I tore it out. If I didn’t offer Rachel help in her hour of need, why should these people help me?

I don’t know. Forgive me.

My stomach stopped hurting. I think I saw people visiting me earlier. The doctor sounded so disappointed and sad. I would despise me too, with what I’ve done. I think i

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I don’t even deserve this paper

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I wonder did Rachel keep a diary

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I feel like I’m drowning. Is this how she felt?

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I think Thomas visited, but I couldn’t remember who he was, and even if I did I wouldn’t have seen him. My eyes are so puffy now, and my voice is so hoarse.

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Why her?

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Why me? selfishselfishselfish

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I stopped crying. Its just blood now

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I woke up and I’m so scared. Why did she I do this?

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I think I’m going to sleep now. Even my dreams are full of tears. I’m sorry.

[cursed-clock-shop]

Marietta made personalized quilts for all the children before they were born. Except John N, where it was obviously made after he was found in the river.

[treesurface]

tellus (me) more abt the witch if perfect misery pls

the witch of perfect misery is sort of a character in my brain related to common types of negative thoughts i have, represented as a girl or woman with immense magical power, but with the limit that she cannot use it to make people happier, and in fact every use of it only twists to make herself and others more miserable instead

[passthroughtime]

i’m starting to suspect that i just fucking suck 🤔 unsure yet though, but there are lots of signs already pointing to this... gotta mean something 🧐

[jaarijani]

hey quick question what in hells name is going on on insta rn?

[barbieaiden]

i love sam and aiden but damn sometimes they are very depressing i literally havent seen them smile in 8900 years they are always like :| or :( or :/

honestly. it's mostly because i can't perfectly capture the way they smile in my head in blender so i just make them. not smile lmao. but they will smile eventually!!! and genuinely too i will give them good moments that don't mention anything bad at all and they will smile the entire time

[tinyevilgremlin]

I watched Tamasha last night and it left me an emotional mess, it was beautiful. The film has some jarring flaws that are hard to overlook, but if you can relate to the core theme, the last few minutes are worth seeing it through. There are a lot of things I wish could have been done better though. Particularly during the first half— and the lack of substance for Deepika's character Tara.. Nonetheless, I don't regret watching it.

Also, the soundtrack is gorgeous <3 my favorites being Chali Kahani, Safarnama and Agar Tum Sath Ho, I don't vibe with Tu Koi Aur Hai's melody much but the lyrics had me ugly crying during the movie T.T

[attachablepenis]

love when my brain latches onto a story and i cant do ANYTHING else but read it but my brain is also feeling 👉👈 sensitive and the plot focuses on some of MY mental health problems so i cant read it but i also cant do anything else but read it

[koishua]

i lived 🤭🤭

[grotius]

oooo i love when you read/watch/play something and wake up sick with emotion the next morning

[maryse127]

Scrolling the tag of one of your favorite games and seeing a post like "I just started playing this game and now I am SHOOKETH and upset about something that happens in the early game" and you have to stop yourself from telling this sweet innocent summer child that this is just the start of the Horrors and they're in for a wild ride