#grieving with appreciation too!

[mega-delicatelysuperbcollector]

TWO "MELISSA DAYS" LEFT!

Two more “Melissa” days Left to sing her praise… Before “Mom” leaves And he grieves, While trying to mirror her ways! – Jonathan Caswell

[lyhil]

Nightmares and Dreams that Haunt the Night Commander Harukehn - @harukehn

[squishosaur]

hey man. i'm just saying. why would we put inexperienced teenagers with over-inflated egos and obvious emotional issues into combat classes and make them claw their way to the top of their dorms and expect things to just run smoothly. who actually thought this

[scream-mans-friend]

the past two years ive been both employed damn near close to full time and going through a dense degree program, but my office internship is now over and I am hunting for a full time gig which does fill some of my days, but i still have not had this much free time in a long while. so im finally circling some of my fic ideas/drabbles like a shark that smells blood in the water and im finally developing the plot so it has an actual story that i feel good about...

[scattered-winter]

i have to say i'm getting sick of hearing stuff about jesus and heaven rn

[apollumihelios]

as a second generation immigrant, it's weird and a little frustrating to try and create a world inspired by my culture when i feel so disconnected from it in the first place. it feels like something is missing from my life and I don't think any amount of studying will fill that void. but i want to try. everything I am revolves around this world I've created and it's been a good start for me to reconnect with my greek roots after being so indifferent my whole life.

I've been writing on and off for years, but only properly began this endeavour about four years ago when I was really questioning my life. to cope with everything I began making maps of a simple fantasy world, and creating small towns with insignificant lore in minecraft. but I became bored of creating standard medieval stories, I longed to see my culture within a genre I loved so much.

ultimately what pushed me to commit to writing was the lack of greek characters that were actually greek and well written, and not just used as a joke or to push a personal agenda (see literally every 'retelling' made by non-greeks). not to mention if anything greek happened to be in fantasy media, it's either an extinct culture with the classical aesthetic or the focus is on bastardizing the olympians. because that's all we're seen as; a dead culture whose only value comes from the gods. and that's just not true.

I wanted a world where the focus was instead on the people and their way of life, rather than the gods and epic wars. I wanted stories about families, friends, and lovers who didn't have any divine power at their behest. I wanted to read about the intimacy of the mundane, the beauty of being, and the tragedy of trying. I wanted to see my culture represented in a way that wasn't through the western eyes--which even I have been tricked by. I want greek stories told by greek people.

I don't know if my work will be any good or worth anything to anyone. maybe I'll get scared and none of it will see the light of day. I know this won't bring me any closer to understanding what I've missed out on, but just being able to learn and create something is enough for me.

[rosylamb]

Take all the time you need, my love. Forgive me for being selfish but please don't delete. I hope there will be a time when you feel as though you can come back. I can't imagine just not hearing from you ever again. Take a break spend time with family deal with thing how you need to deal with them. Praying for you and your family. Please leave us with the hope that one day you may return. You have been a beacon of joy, happiness and kindness that we all needed. Love you Rosie 💖

🎀 * ･｡ ⊹ Dear friend 🧸

What a truly kind message !!

Thank you so much for thinking of me ♡ ♡

I’m not deleting though c:

I just haven’t been around much because .. well you know my father’s condition. I do not like talking about it so I’ll just leave it at that.

Yet God is our lamp in the dark, and He is our anchor in troubled seas. For it is written:

Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand. (Isaiah 41:10 NLT)

It is not easy, but God IS there! Jesus came to His disciples walking on water in the middle of a *storm* !!

Peter himself was able to walk out on the water to meet Him there in faith, too .. and that is where we all find Him! Right in the middle of our storm He is always with us ♡

(Isn’t that so comforting ??? Wow .. just to know we are never ever ever alone .. even if it feels like it ?? Well guess what we’re not! There’s no need to be scared! Christ is waiting in our storm .. and He truly cares !!)

I am genuinely so touched to see my humble presence is appreciated, and cared for as much as you say, however :’)

My gratitude for your kindness and the smile you gave me cannot be put in words, and I wish I could give you the *biggest* hug!

So how are you doing? Are you in rough waters, too? Or have you been feeling joy? I hope it is joy .. but I’m sending lots of love regardless !!

(And of course some of the cakes I just made, many warm thoughts, and my favorite pink fairy dust!)

Please take care of yourself, ok? I’m wishing you the happiest day, and all the very very best in return ~ !!!

⊹ * 🤍 ･ ｡ XO ⊹

♡ ･* ⊹ 🎀 🧸 * ･ ⊹ ♡

⊹ XO ･ ｡ 🤍 * ⊹

[lilyfreshwater]

fine i'll say it: pretty much every way in which techno has been remembered pisses me the fuck off. the shock of his loss was trivialized to the point that he's not even remembered for the person he was, he's just the gamer who died of cancer

[spottyissleepwalking]

So. My grandmother just passed away.

I apologize if I’m not super active or friendly towards my moots for a while as I grieve and recover and try to help my family.

[greatsealed]

just thinking about p3 again and how much i love the team dynamic.

not all of them get along; they have their ups and downs, yknow, like Real People. they aren't always on each other's sides. they feel so damn realistic and its especially nice because at the end of the day, they do all care about each other. theyre like a big found family and i adore that

[femmenerd]

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[angelfoodscake]

still need to revise the design for bo’s sister but i havent been bothered aaug….

i dont even draw them in their og bob-omb forms anymore LOL . i’ve tried making her a canon look but i’ve attempted and gave up i cant do it

[merriclo]

i just had. the weirdest fucking dream

john cena (in his skirt, stockings, and heels fit) killed my dad and i was quite upset over it and then it turned out to just be a prank and i woke up Rageful bc what a rude prank. thankfully link from skyward sword wasn’t there though so that’s a silver lining.

[stellationaccismus]

ill be honest, i think a lot of people are hurting emotionally right now. like i can feel it in a lot places i go. maybe things are changing, and were gradually entering a new era of something. probably a time full of hardship and pain, but change that forces us to look within and realize our ways of living cannot stay this way. and we cant stay in the same way forever. change comes always, even if it is painful. but we can learn and adapt to new things, and maybe try to make things better this time. i just hope many people, myself included, dont get lost in despair as we face these changes. i hope your heart guides you to be better, to learn better, and to maybe seek out someone who is also hurting

[bottom-slut-unionizer]

I was asking about that. It's OK to feel some type of loss from losing a family member. Have you ever kept in touch with him?

Honestly not really. He was kinds in an on n off state, but was mostly in a hospital. Doctors figured he wouldn't live this long but he did. Guess I got good survin genes

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi! I hope your doing well while you read this request! May I ask for HSR Men (Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Welt and maybe Boothill) their reaction when after 2 weeks of disappearance from their s/o because of a mission, they came back to them all exhausted and slightly injured. If I can be more precise, can you describe how they acted when they had no news of their s/o et their reaction when they came back please?

Thank you for the attention you’ll give to this request ! I hope you’ll have a great day/night!

-🩵✨

This is a long one, so brace yourselves! And have a great morning/evening/night! 🦦🐿️

Blade

‘Where have you been?’ Blade hissed, anger laced his voice as he drags you to the nearest surface and eased you on it, keen to avoid worsening your wounds.

‘I was on a mission.’ You sassed, not wanting this to be your first conversation back from a near death experience.

‘I know that,’ he barks as he rummaged through the cabinets for a first aid kit, uncaring do the mess he was making in the process, ‘you’ve been on a mission for two fucking weeks and not once did it come to mind to keep in contact during that time?’ He adds, looking at you with a look that wasn’t angry but instead scared.

Blade had spent the past two weeks going utterly insane form the lack of communication on your end. At first he didn’t think much but by day 12, Blade was more or less ready to included himself in your mission. Unfortunately according to Elio, this wasn’t apart of the script and Blade was made to stay on the sidelines and await your return.

It wouldn’t take long before you came home but you came home in the worst of conditions that Blade had ever seen you in recent memory, and that made him extremely upset. Not at you though, more or less at the person or thing that made those wounds on you.

Communications were down, I had no way of telling you anything.’ You replied, having already grown annoyed at his constant pestering and prodding.

‘Well you should’ve.’ Blade muttered gruffly as he gently took your arm into his hand and examined the wound and had to bite his tongue from saying anything else, but found that task to be a bit too difficult for him. ‘Then I could’ve stopped them from hurting you.’ He added.

You groaned and punched your brow with your free hand, all you wanted to do was go to sleep but couldn’t help but feel warm on the inside at the idea of Blade getting revenge on your behalf. ‘That’s not necessary.’ You told him, trying hard not to wince as he cleaned your wound.

‘And why not?’ He asks, noticing your attempts and wordlessly tries a different approach in cleaning your wound.

‘They’re all dead.’ You replied nonchalantly and Blade couldn’t help but smile. ‘That’s my partner.’ He says but the smile soon falls as he finished patching your wound and looks you dead in the eyes. ‘However the next time you’re sent on a long mission I’m coming with, no excuses.’

You groan again, there was no winning with this man.

Jing yuan was trusting in your abilities to keep yourself safe but the longer he went without update of you nor progression of the mission, Jing Yuan grew worried that something had happened.

He already lost a lot, he didn’t need your loss on top of all that. He lost hope on appreciating that he was living once, he knew that if anything happened to you he would relapse into those old ways but with no chance of recovery.

He would try and fail many attempts of making contact with you, only to be met with static as a responses which didn’t exactly help his hope in seeing you that slowly began to dwindle the longer he tried, until he stopped trying all together.

In his mind you were gone a long time ago and he should start his grieving while he could.

However you did come back, but not exactly in the best shape…you were wounded and exhausted but to Jing Yuan you never looked more alive in that moment as he was quick to get you medical attention. Not once did the general think to leave your leave your side as you laid out on the bed, wounds patched up and fast asleep from everything.

He even slept in the chair next to your bed, making sure your sleep went undisturbed and had a familiar face to wake up to as to not feel misplaced somewhere foreign. Jing Yuan didn’t feel entirely comfortable in leaving you alone during this time, especially when you’re vulnerable and susceptible to a plethora of things.

Not when he barely avoided a possibility of never seeing you again. He didn’t care for the reasons why you couldn’t contact him, those can wait for another time, he only cared that you were back by his side and alive.

So he’d fall asleep with his hand laced with yours and his head resting on your lap, acting like your personal guard dog as he kept his body facing towards the door in the instant he had to protect you.

No one would take you from him again, mission or not, you were staying by his side from now on, generals orders.

Dan heng didn’t think much when you didn’t reach out and tell him about the things you’ve found that he might like whilst away, however that didn’t mean he didn’t have a bad feeling about all of it.

He did but he couldn’t prove why as it was too early into the mission to say why he felt that way. Dan Heng always trusted his instincts when it came moments of uncertainty as they’ve always been proven correct. However this was the one time where he really didn’t want that to be the case.

Yet the longer he went without the regular flow of communication between the two of you during missions, Dan Heng felt himself break out into a cold sweat during the night and out of breath from experiencing another nightmare where you didn’t come back from this mission, leaving him utterly heartbroken and lost for the rest of his days.

He couldn’t close his eyes for a single second without the nightmare flooding back to haunt him of a potential future without you, his other half.

He even had nightmares where you were calling out to him for help but he couldn’t hear them and was forced by an higher power to ignore your soundless cries and walk away unbothered. Those were the nightmares Dan Heng hated the most as there would never be a moment in his life where he would ever leave you to such a cruel fate; He’d be more than gladly suffer with you than ever abandon you.

So the moment you came home wounded and exhausted, Dan Heng didn’t waste time in getting you to medical, taking everything the doctor told him to help you heal seriously as your newly appointed caregiver. Some of the time he came across as strict but he meant well as all he wanted was for you to get better and soon, seeing as how you gave him the biggest fright of his life.

He doesn’t let anyone else near you.

You can blame it on his dragon noodle side as it grew overprotective of the fact that you -his mate- were in seemingly left in a vulnerable state. He didn’t care to listen to the reasonings as to why he should let anyone else come near you, not without knowing their intentions in descriptive depth, he could take care of you himself perfectly fine and without any outside help.

He was your partner, you were his responsibility but this was all just an excuse to hide the fact that Dan Heng was genuinely scared of letting you out of his sight, even if it was for five minutes because a lot could happen in five minutes. So now he stays close to you from then on as a precaution, holding your hand in his and squeezing it as thought he was trying to convince himself that you were actually with him weeks afterwards.

Boothill didn’t like the idea of you being so far from him and much preferred for you to stay in contact if you were going to be so far away from him for so long.

However nothing seemed to want to go the way he wanted as soon as he found that he couldn’t contact you. None of his messages were going through and neither were his calls, as he read and reread the message that said you were out of the area for his messages to get through to you.

Boothill grew more and more restless the longer his texts didn’t go through, still claiming you were out of the area, whatever the hell that means and had to actively find ways to de stress because of how often he found himself on the verge of blasting anything and everything that moved.

You were his anchor, his partner in crime and his voice of reason, without you Boothill was teetering on the brink of becoming everyone’s problem should you spend even another hour more away from him.

So when you did come back with wounds scarred across your body and looking as though you were on the brink of collapse, Boothill was made more worried than before. Your wounds weren’t very deep nor life threatening but Boothill didn’t care, you were hurt and he wasn’t made aware of it for the past two weeks.

He wanted to hunt down the bastards who made those wounds on your body and make them pay, regardless if they had a bounty on their heads or not, he’d gladly hunt them down just to set an example as to why you don’t fuck with Boothill’s loved one.

‘Don’t.’ You croaked, grabbing his hand. ‘Just stay with me and make everything okay cowboy.’

Boothill, not one to argue with you, especially not in your current state, obeyed your wish and stayed by your side as you slowly but surely recovered from your wounds with scars left behind as reminders.

Though that didn’t stop him from going off behind your back to hunt the bastards down, he never could let go of a grudge after all.

Welt basically worried himself sick when he didn’t hear anything from you the first couple of days, but was soon talked down from doing anything rash that could potentially put you in even more danger, regardless of his intention of being by your side.

Welt was restless for the remainder of the two weeks, double checking his phone for anything that could push him over the edge and force him into acting.

What happened to you?

Why weren’t you responding?

Were you hurt?

Were you in danger and he didn’t know?

So many thoughts floated in welt’s mind as he was left feeling powerless as he was forced to await your return, hoping that all his thoughts were just that, meaningless thoughts that had no real affect in reality.

He was wrong.

You did come home but you came back with some new wounds and a face that screamed exhaustion. You barely took one step before collapsing into Welt’s arms as he got you medical help.

‘What happened out there?’ He’d calmly ask one day as he held your hand, thumb rubbing the back of it reassuringly.

‘Communications were down,’ you told him as you squeezed his hand, just happy to be back home and with him, ‘then the mission went south as I found myself out of my depth on several occasions, I’m sorry Welt.’ You finish weakly.

‘There’s nothing to be sorry for.’ Welt reassures as he presses a kiss to your forehead. ‘Not all missions go according to plan and all that matters right now is that you’re safe, so please don’t apologise for things beyond your control.’ He adds as he watched you slowly drift to sleep, still feeling a little exhausted from the mission and everything that happened.

Welt stayed awake for a little while longer to commemorate this moment to memory, to treasure it during the moments when you were to be apart from one another again, but until that time Welt would hold you as close as he possibly could and keep you safe to the best of his abilities. Your safety meant a lot to him and he’d rather jeopardise his own safety if it meant that you’d never get hurt again, he’d do it in a heartbeat because that’s just how much you meant to him and todays events only solidified that.