#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.

[laurachouettepoetry]

A soul is a monstrous thing, weaker than the heart yet stronger than the mind. What you can’t give your heart, feed your soul with— and reveal everything hidden.

Laura Chouette

[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. 😣💔

[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

[littlebellesmama]

The Quiet Struggle of Feeling Behind in Life

There’s a silent weight a lot of people carry, and it sounds like this: “I should be further by now.” It’s that gnawing feeling that somehow, somewhere, you messed up. That you took the wrong path, made the wrong choices, or missed your moment. It’s not something you always say out loud. Sometimes, you don’t even realize how loud it’s been playing in the back of your mind until someone asks how…

[niggadiffusion]

Never Enough

I was told to stand tall,

To walk like nothing could shake me.

To believe in what makes me happy—

Even if the world ain’t clapping.

They said look after yourself,

Don’t let them beat you down,

Keep your chin up,

Heart guarded,

Soul sound.

You gotta be strong.

You gotta be tough.

In this world we live in…

You gotta look after yourself—

But you never see it coming.

It’s never enough,

Never enough.

In this world that we live in,

It’s never enough.

Never enough.

You barely see it coming.

They don’t see the cracks behind your smile,

Or the cost of holding it all together.

They just say “keep going”

As if pain respects the weather.

Every win feels borrowed,

Every breath taxed.

You give and give—

Still, they ask.

They say success is waiting,

But don’t mention the toll.

You can reach every summit

And still feel a hole.

It’s never enough,

Never enough.

In this world that we live in,

It’s never enough.

Never enough.

You barely see it coming.

So I whisper to myself now—

Real soft, real low:

“Maybe enough

Isn’t something they give,

But something I grow.”

[balu88r-blog]

Tamilnadu - ತಮಿಳುನಾಡಿನಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಮನಕಲಕುವ ಘಟನೆ, ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಗೂ ಮುನ್ನಾ ಮೃತ ತಾಯಿಯ ಕಾಲಿಗೆ ಬಿದ್ದು ಆಶೀರ್ವಾದ ಪಡೆದ ವಿದ್ಯಾರ್ಥಿ….!

Tamilnadu –  ತಮಿಳುನಾಡಿನ ತಿರುನಲ್ವೇಲಿ ಜಿಲ್ಲೆಯ ವ್ಯಾಪ್ತಿಯಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಮನಕಲಕುವ ಘಟನೆಯೊಂದು ನಡೆದಿದೆ. 12ನೇ ತರಗತಿ ವಿದ್ಯಾರ್ಥಿಯೋರ್ವ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಗೆ ಇನ್ನೇನು ಕೆಲವೇ ಗಂಟೆಗಳ ಸಮಯವಿತ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲೊಂದು ದುರ್ಘಟನೆ ನಡೆದಿದೆ. ತನ್ನ ತಾಯಿ ಹಠಾತ್ ಆಗಿ ಮೃತಪಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಆದರೆ ಬಾಲಕ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ ಹಾಜರಾಗಬೇಕಿತ್ತು. ಆದ್ದರಿಂದ ಕಣ್ಣಿನ ತುಂಬಾ ನೀರು ತುಂಬಿಕೊಂಡೇ ಕಾಲೇಜಿಗೆ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ ಬರೆಯಲು ಹೋಗಿದ್ದಾನೆ. ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಗೆ ಹಾಜರಾಗುವುದಕ್ಕೂ ಮುನ್ನಾ ತನ್ನ ತಾಯಿಯ ಮೃತದೇಹಕ್ಕೆ…

[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)

[laurachouettepoetry]

In this world, you can’t carry your love on your sleeves— that’s why we hold it in the cages of our ribs. - Laura Chouette

[professionallyunstable]

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

[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,…

[lesbianwyllravengard]

I want more female characters who are just so bad at comforting others. Not for lack of trying or caring, they just get so so awkward when someone's upset, and they try to repeat things they've heard even if it doesn't necessarily apply to the situation, or they accidentally say the wrong thing and make it worse. If someone cries they panic and throw every single comfort technique down at once and it only helps because it's such bizarre behaviour

This post is for all women including trans women and op loves trans women. Terfs kill yourselves

[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

[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…

[laurachouettepoetry]

And the rain washed all the guilt from my hands— finally watering the flowers that bloomed underneath for all this time. - Laura Chouette