#emotional struggle

[aventurineswife]

helloo, may I req platonic blade,jing yuan,dan heng and moze with a teen!reader who is like sirin from honkai impact 3rd?

“You can destroy everything in your path, but you can never destroy what lives inside you”

Tags: Blade x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Moze x Reader, Teen!Sirin!Reader, Platonic Relationships, Mentorship, Emotional Struggles, Inner Conflict, Vulnerability, Angst, Personal Growth.

Warnings: Mentions of pain and emotional turmoil, Inner conflict and rage, Destructive thoughts (brief), Themes of vengeance and loss, Mild language.

Blade stood motionless, the broken sword in his hand reflecting the dim light of the underground hideout. His eyes narrowed as he watched you, a figure consumed by inner turmoil and rage. Your expression flickered between innocence and something far darker, a complex mix of vulnerability and an undeniable thirst for vengeance. Blade recognized it instantly—the hunger for destruction, the same fire that burned within him.

“You have a choice,” Blade said softly, his voice devoid of emotion. “The path you’re walking leads to nothing but despair. I know this better than anyone.”

You glared at him, eyes flickering with frustration, before your voice cracked, “I don’t care. The world deserves to burn.”

Blade tilted his head slightly, observing your inner conflict. “Burning it all down won’t make the pain go away. Trust me, I’ve walked that path.” he muttered, glancing down at his fractured sword, a symbol of his own lost humanity. He could see the darkness in your eyes, but also a hint of something more—something worth saving.

“You’re not alone in this,” Blade said, a rare softness in his tone. “But don’t let your anger consume you. You’ll end up like me. A weapon without a soul.”

Jing Yuan leaned against a pillar, the soft glow of his golden eyes observing you as you paced restlessly. The weight of the world seemed to sit heavy on your shoulders, and the way you clutched your hands, as if holding back a storm, was telling. Jing Yuan's reputation for his foresight and calm demeanor preceded him, but he could still sense the conflict beneath your hardened exterior.

“You seem troubled,” Jing Yuan remarked, his voice slow, measured, as always. “I know what it’s like to carry the burdens of the world, but you need to understand one thing: you’re not alone.”

You stopped and turned sharply, eyes blazing with unspoken words. “I don’t need anyone. I’m stronger alone.”

Jing Yuan’s expression softened, but there was no pity in his gaze—only understanding. “Strength is not always about being alone, my young friend. Sometimes, it’s about learning to rely on others. Even the greatest warriors rely on those who walk beside them.”

You looked away, clearly struggling with the idea. Jing Yuan could sense the unresolved anger in you, a mirror of the feelings he had fought to keep in check for centuries. “I know it’s hard to trust,” Jing Yuan continued, his voice a little quieter. “But don’t let your pain isolate you. It can only make you weaker in the end.”

Dan Heng sat silently on the edge of the Astral Express, staring at the vast, starry expanse. Your footsteps were soft, almost hesitant, as you approached him. He didn’t look up immediately, but he could sense your presence—tension hanging thick in the air.

“You’re avoiding them,” your voice broke the silence, a directness that took Dan Heng by surprise. He finally looked up, his expression guarded, though his dark eyes betrayed a certain wariness.

“Not avoiding,” Dan Heng replied coolly. “Just staying out of trouble.”

You smirked bitterly, stepping closer. “Seems like you’ve been doing that your whole life.”

Dan Heng’s gaze hardened. “You know nothing about me.”

“I know enough,” you retorted. “You hide behind your responsibilities, your stoic face. You think running will make things go away. But it doesn’t.”

Dan Heng stiffened, and for a moment, his calm mask cracked. He had seen too much of himself in your rebellious defiance—too much of the pain he had buried deep within. “Running won’t solve everything, no,” he admitted quietly. “But it can keep me from destroying the things I care about.”

Your eyes softened for a brief moment before you turned away. “Yeah, I get that. But maybe you don’t have to run forever.”

Dan Heng’s gaze lingered on you. “Maybe.”

The room was quiet, save for the faint sounds of your breathing as you sat, your back pressed against the cold stone wall. Moze stood in the shadows, watching you with a cold, calculating gaze. He had been sent to observe, not to interact, but there was something about you that drew him in.

“You’re restless,” Moze said, his voice low and devoid of emotion. You flinched, not expecting the intrusion into your thoughts.

“Yeah, so?” you shot back, sharp and defensive. “What’s it to you?”

Moze stepped forward, his expression unreadable. “Restlessness doesn’t serve you. It’s a sign of a broken mind. You seek control, but you can’t control what’s inside of you.”

You clenched your fists, your shoulders tense. “You don’t know anything about me.”

Moze raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps not. But I know what it’s like to feel trapped by your past. To be consumed by the things you’ve done and the things you’ve lost.”

Your anger flickered in your eyes, but there was something else—something vulnerable, buried deep. Moze could see it, and it troubled him more than he cared to admit.

“Pain is a part of life,” Moze said, his voice steady. “But it doesn’t have to control you. You can choose to let it define you or let it go.”

You didn’t respond, but the silence between you felt different—less tense, perhaps, more thoughtful. Moze didn’t expect you to understand right away, but sometimes, it was enough to plant a seed.

[elitadream]

apologies if you’ve already answered this question🫣

what do you think mario, luigi and peach would be most afraid of?

No worries! 🤗 I did answer a similar inquiry a while back, but I was having trouble finding the post again, so here goes!

I would say it depends on the type of fear. If we're talking about simple things, I imagine Mario as having stage fright, Luigi as being terrified of beasts (as well as pitch darkness), and Peach as being quite wary of storms.

From an emotional standpoint, Luigi's biggest fear is to let his brother down, Peach is petrified at the thought of making a mistake that would have catastrophic consequences for her people and her friends, and Mario... Mario has frequent nightmares in which he finds himself completely stuck and unable to save his loved ones. 😣💔

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

I hate that you broke me, I hate that I have trust issues because of you, I hate that I hurt people, but most of all, I hate that I'm still not able to hate you.

[jasperbloom]

The Reluctant Guest

I don't like Dorothy.

She makes me feel numb.

 Make me wonder how much it would affect everyone if I disappeared. Would they miss me? Would they even notice?

Why does Dorothy like me so much?

Why does she come to me when I don't want her around? Does she enjoy seeing me like this

numb, tired, empty?

She brings a heaviness, a silence that presses down on my chest,

down down down,

until I can’t get up, can’t fight.

You don’t think, you don’t feel, you just stare- at a wall, at the screen of your TV, phone, or PC.

Everything blurs together, colors bleed and fade, until I’m lost somewhere between here and nowhere.

Dorothy is a feeling we’ve all known. I don’t know why she visits me so often. Maybe it’s depression, or something like it.

What triggers Dorothy? I don’t know.

Loneliness, fatigue,

or maybe it’s the way thoughts turn sour- like overripe fruit left to rot, turning bitter in the cold dark cabinet.

It’s fine, though. She’ll leave soon; she always does.

Like a cold wind sweeping through an empty room, disappearing just as quietly,

leaving me alone once more- until she returns.

[itslimbo]

Bound by loyalty’s gentle chain, A captive heart, enduring pain. In shadows deep, the soul held tight, Forgets its wings, forsakes the light. Too faithful, blind to what is lost, A heart that loves, but pays the cost

[v-tired-queer]

Something something I can buy myself flowers something something

I have had a week from hell (my mom is in the hospital and so I went from having 50/50 household duties to 100% of the household duties in the span of minutes--cooking, cleaning, laundry, child rearing, all of that, plus the demands of my grandmother. And I do mean minutes, the ambulance hadn't even pulled away yet before my grandmother needed me for something) and I'm honestly not doing okay. Mom is doing fine, she's stable but the doctors aren't really comfortable with her coming home yet as it's her lungs and throat that are the problem (not COVID though, thank God). But I'm just . . . not.

I've been on the verge of a breakdown all week. Only my brother bothered to ask how I'm doing in all of this. I'm tired, I'm stressed, I'm scared, and I just want to not be needed for five minutes.

So today I picked up my goddaughter from preschool and we went grocery shopping together. Flowers are one of my absolute favorite things--they never cease to remind me of the beauty in God's creation, and right now I feel like God is all I have to hold onto. We were passing by the floral department and I noticed that they sold mini bundles of flowers and greenery that you can buy to arrange your own boutique, so that's what I did. My little sunshine helped me pick some out, we took them home, and I put together a bundle.

It's not a perfect bouquet by any means; some of the flowers are a little droopy, the stems on a few of them are weak, and they were put together in a way that definitely says "I am not a professional florist, I just love flowers." But honestly, that's okay. They're for me to enjoy, and perfect bouquets have never really been my thing. Besides, I think they're a pretty good representation of where I'm at: tired, a little broken, but still going, surviving seemingly on nothing more than just the grace of God.

(Also if you see the mess in my house behind the flowers in the pic then no you didn't)

[wickedzeevyln]

Figment

One would mistake Eli as a crab the way he walked down the corridor of their house. As a kid, he used to dash back and forth with great strides, now, he could pace the length of the room in a few steps. A picture of his eight-year old self still hang on the wall, he was sitting by a pool, though he was missing teeth, his smiles stretched across his face and his eyes were the size of a tea plate,…

[gingerbr3adgirl]

Love is a drug

I have always believed that falling in love is like doing drugs. When you have never been in love you can see the effect it has on people. The real life consequences. You watched the documentaries in class and understand the dangers, the pros and cons. You tell yourself you would never be that foolishly and give in to something like that.

Then suddenly all of your friends are doing it. They get themselves lost in the feelings and dreams. You watch them cry and despair when they come back from their high. Heartbreak always inevitable. But by now they are too addicted to stop. And they live their life always on the lookout for their next shot.

And you tell yourself you are different. You aren't going to give into the temptation. Before you know it two decades have past and you have never felt someone's lips on yours or their hands on your waist.

And you can't stop yourself from wondering. Wondering what it feels like. What it feels like to be touched and loved. To be kissed softly. What it feels like to be high.

Sometimes you catch a glimpse of it in accidental touches. A tight hug by a friend you haven't see in a while. The smile of a person across the room. Lips on your throat in a partying crowd. Nothing more than a butterfly. A mistake by a drunk stranger.

But you feel your body grow hot and can't stop yourself from wanting more. You start thinking about it, fantasizing about "what ifs" .

And before you know it you are just like them. Just like your friends and all the others. Chasing that feeling everywhere you go. Now it's too late to escape. The drug has you in its grasp and only death will free you from the thorns.

[tenth-sentence]

You know, however, that his real interest is in "The Full Monty," a painting in your collection that you never felt quite fit, but one that was left to you by your beloved great-uncle Monty Burns, so that deciding whether to sell it is quite an emotional struggle.

"The Fabric of the Cosmos" - Brian Greene

[artbynestor]

"Hell Froze Over" by Nestor

This ink drawing captures a man pressing his face against the frozen wind, portrayed in a gothic style. The artwork features cracks that enhance the sense of despair, framed by black thorns, evoking a powerful emotional response. The piece explores themes of struggle and resilience in the face of nature's harshness.

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#InkDrawing, #GothicArt, #DarkArt, #HandDrawn, #EmotionalArt, #Thorns, #Despair, #ArtByNestor, #GothicIllustration, #StruggleAndResilience

[gatitahhh]

In the mirror, I see a shadow of me,

Burdened by dreams that never set free.

Life’s heavy whispers drown out my light,

I search for healing in the stillness of night.

I miss your laughter, the warmth we shared,

But the distance between us leaves me scared.

So I piece together my fractured soul,

Longing for solace, to finally feel whole.

[aventurineswife]

hear me out: sunday x reader, but when Sunday was Bronze Melodia and reader is someone who Gopher (and by extension, Sunday bc y’know grooming.) considers a sinner. Sunday finds himself falling for reader, but kinda mentally battling between love and what he was taught. aka religious trauma sunday ig (bonus points if he argues w gophers nasty ahh)

u can decide what to do with the rest :D just a lil concept i wanted to throw out

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies."

Summary: You are deemed as a "sinner" by the Oak Family, led by Gopher Wood, and is frequently summoned to the Dreamscape. Sunday, once a revered figure as Bronze Melodia, is tasked with guiding lost souls, but he begins to question the teachings he’s spent his life upholding. As he finds himself drawn to you, his inner battle between duty and newfound emotions intensifies. Torn between his role and the love he’s beginning to feel, Sunday faces a difficult choice—one that challenges the very core of his existence within the Oak Family.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Religious Trauma, Forbidden Love, Angst, Slow Burn, Emotional Struggle, Conflicted Feelings.

Warnings: Religious themes (exploration of indoctrination and guilt), Emotional conflict (internal struggles, self-doubt, and identity crisis), Mentorship/Manipulation, Angst (heavy emotional tension and heartache), Mild violence(?).

In the Dreamscape, Sunday is Bronze Melodia—a revered figure among Penacony's people, tasked with guiding lost souls under the Oak Family's watchful eye. You've become his frequent visitor, someone Gopher Wood has labeled a “sinner,” a title that weighs heavily on your shoulders and darkens your interactions in the Dreamscape. Gopher’s sermons have painted you as a threat to the Order, yet there's something about you that draws Sunday closer, unsettling the foundations of everything he’s been taught.

It begins in quiet moments: Sunday, reserved yet diligent, listens as you confide your thoughts and fears. You sense his inner conflict in the way his hands tremble ever so slightly as they rest on the pages of his book, the way his gaze occasionally softens before hardening again. He's polite, distant as Bronze Melodia, yet there’s an undeniable pull between you—one that frightens and fascinates him.

One evening, when the weight of Gopher’s teachings grows too heavy, Sunday finds himself seeking solace in your presence. As you speak, he’s caught between his role and the truth that he feels stirring within. You challenge the ideals he's held all his life, quietly unraveling the bindings of his loyalty to Gopher’s ideals. But still, he’s torn. He’s been raised to believe you’re dangerous, yet your gentleness speaks louder than Gopher’s condemnations.

Sunday can’t help but wrestle with his emotions in moments of solitude, replaying your words and Gopher's warnings over and over. The idea that love and care could exist outside of the Order’s defined “purity” haunts him, conflicting with the strict doctrines he’s internalized. Finally, unable to stay silent, he confronts Gopher.

In a tense exchange, Sunday questions Gopher's labeling of you as a “sinner,” a term that has started to feel hollow in the face of what he feels for you. Gopher's response is calm but chilling, reminding Sunday of his place, of the Order that has made him who he is. Yet Sunday doesn’t back down entirely, holding onto the fragments of his love for you. In the end, Gopher leaves him with a choice—one that could seal his fate within the Oak Family or cast him out as an exile.

Sunday returns to you, conflicted but resolute. He confides in you, sharing the depth of his battle against the values ingrained in him. Your presence becomes a grounding force, something that feels like hope amidst his turmoil. While he’s not ready to completely turn away from the Dreamscape and the Oak Family, he begins to imagine a world where he can both honor his beliefs and explore the connection that has grown between you.

(Art credit to @oversaltedcat on Twitter/X)

[mydayswithtarotbystella]

What It Means to Be a Professional Watcher

Good morning, world. Today, I’m diving into what it truly means to be a professional watcher, someone who sees through the layers, the masks, and the roles people play. It’s not just about observing—it’s about understanding what lies beneath the surface. Think about Dr. Phil. You can tell him what to say, adjust your perspective on his show, and see how the stories play out, but it’s not the full…

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Is this what life is supposed to be? Is it just full of pain?

[professionallyunstable]

the devil couldn’t reach me so he made me feel like i dont belong anywhere.

[p3kittyopa]

i am thinking hard but is fine i going to some stuff so... how aver there's... listing i need time to think things alright i never have the time to think for my self at all okay i thank for it