#i am fuckign wounded

[feathers-feathers]

the music crescendos and i yell "fuck yeah lets goo!!!" as i heroically dive straight into the arsenal bird's shield before it finished dissipating, killing me instantly

[theravencawsatmidnight]

I AM SO FUCKING BACK

Leland Coyle x F! reader.

W! Nsfw, dubcon, swearing, insertion.

WOOOOOO ENJOY I HAVEN’T WRITTEN FANFIC IN LIKE FOREVERS .

If this is liked ill do more!!! It has build up but i love it!!!!!

Every trial you managed to give Coyle the slip, whether you slipped by him, barricaded a door or just teased him from a distance. You were always one step ahead of the officer and each and every time he would bite his smoke in half while he watched the transporter take you away , the only sound of your snickers bouncing off the cold walls. But this trial would be different, he told himself . He would catch you. And he would do whatever he wanted.

The next few trials he was nowhere to be seen, the other nuts would be out and about while he hung back to watch you and your tactics, every move, every hiding spot, every little room you snuck off to just to get a quick heal fix. How would he catch you though? Should he do it outright? The man puffed out heavy smoke from his mouth watching you scramble around, you looked like you were in a bitchy mood. Rolling your eyes each time you got cornered and it was not him. Groaning when you could not sneak away to finish a task on your own. Poor thing. He let this go on for a bit, watching your friends distance themselves from you as the trials went on until they just went off on their own once they arrived leaving you all alone. This was perfect, a perfect opportunity.

The doors opened letting you and your friends into the dark parking lot riddled with cop cars, immediately they went off without you leaving you with a huffy face and hands on your hips. “Whatever, i don't need any of you to do this” you yelled off to them just for it to fall on deaf ears. Instead you stomped around the parking lot hearing the alarm go off inside the building only you did not bother to see who it was, Coyle was nowhere to be found lately so you had no one to toy with. “Probably dead, damn bastard” you said with a grunt under your breath as you wiggled into an open cop car door to pluck free some small medicine that was under the seat. “Everytime” you said with a satisfied tone. Tucking away the bottle you went on with your trial ducking from screams, gunshots and whatever else seemed to happen. Just when you had gotten inside the door you always went through to get to the main office was shut oddly enough. “Did they not come through here?” you asked tilting your head as you grabbed the knob to whip the door open only to get stabbed in the chest and fall on your ass. “ fuck!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!” With great haste you yanked the object out, dropping it to cover the bleeding hole in your chest and crawling under a desk panting heavily as you fumbled around the medicine, unscrewing the knob and hanging it over the wound just for nothing to come out. “What… its ITS EMPTY?!” you tossed the bottle away in a fit of rage swearing up a storm. “What the fuck?! How the shit is it empty, who just leaves an empty fuckign bottle ?! and who knew my stash was there…..” it made no sense, but you had more, more heals, antidotes, everything you needed in other places in this fuckin trial…

Meanwhile Coyle was lifting his baton to light his cigarette while he watched you from inside an old room, a smirk crawled up his face as he puffed out smoke. “Working so far” he thought to himself. Ignoring the bleeding wound you stumbled into the main office finding bandages placed.. Conveniently on a desk . Without thinking about it you quickly patched yourself up feeling great relief. It was… oddly quiet. Where was everyone? Your friends could not complete the Kill the Snitch trial without you. And where were the nuts? Is this some kind of new test? Whatever. “I just need to find them so we can finish and leave.” you told yourself as you made your way around the trial only to come up empty. Every hiding spot had junk shoved into it making it impossible to squeeze in. every little stash had empty bottles and even your secret room was flipped upside down. And… where was the Snitch? Your friends? You checked the electrifying room to find the chair empty and your friend's terminals already full. “What? But they can't do it without me…” something was not right… you decided to poke at the terminal as if it would help but no luck. Even pressing the button was left unnoticed. They had already left. “What the fuck? So i just have to stay here till a new trial starts?”

“It seems that way” said a voice behind you. Quickly you turned around to some Bambino standing there pointing his shotgun at you. “I'm here to deliver you to your DATE” he laughed wildly. While he was doing so you rushed off into the trial once more, trying to find any kind of hiding spot. Heavy footsteps were growing louder and shotgun shots were bouncing off the walls. Sliding down a corner you spotted an open door rushing in slamming it shut and barricading it with a heavy inhale of breath. “Fucker… maybe i can hide out in here.” you told yourself , unaware of the small burning light behind you that got brighter with each breath the mouth around it took. You stepped back a few steps tripping over some garbage onto your ass and felt your wrists get grabbed and tied together behind your back. “HEY!!! whatTHE !!!!” a cloth was tied around your mouth and your body was shoved to the center of the room till your back hit a flipped over chair. Your ankles pulled apart and tied to a leg of the chair leaving you very exposed to whatever had caught you , you thrashed about which led to an arm wrapping around you pulling you to the chair to tie your chest to it keeping you in place. And here you were, hands tied up, legs tied apart and chest tied to a god damn chair..

Heavy footsteps filled your ears making your heart thump in your throat , you were starting to sweat out of fear and your eyes were straining to see who had caught you in this dimly lit room. The figure stopped in front of you sliding on his heels with a cattle prod in one hand and his other on his belt. Your heart fell all the way to your ass as Coyle leaned down with the biggest grin on his face , he took in the fear on your face making him feel so nice inside . “well sweetness, whos got who now?” he asked with sarcasm on his tongue, he laughed up at the ceiling while you thrashed about as if it would free you .

“Ya know you been pissin me off,” he told you as he twirled his electric prod around. “Always making my day so fuckin hard and annoyin sweetness. “ his free hand found your breast sitting firmly above the rope , slowly he rubbed it watching you through his shades , every struggle, every bite down on the cloth, every bit of drool that fell from your mouth turned him on. “I was getting tired of it.” he got a firm grip on the shirt around your chest ripping it off you , the excess hanging off the rope exposing your chest to the cool air. “So cute, so I devised a plan, I know, crazy right? “ Slowly his hand traveled down to your raggy pants, he grabbed hold of the garment, ripping it to shreds with ease, leaving you with just your panties. “Always so snarky, bitchy and just flat out annoying” the hand with his cattle prod curled your clit in small circles and your body twitched. No no no… “mmhgg!! “ you tried to plead, beg, anything. You would never do it again… never ever ever… “haha!! Whats that?!” he held his free hand up to his ear to mock you. “Cant hear ya!!!” the circles turned into up and down rubs from the cattle prod as Coyle had his fun with you, he loved this to bits. You on the other hand, your body was reacting against you and a wet spot was forming from all the stimulation, your body was feeling heavy and your vision was fogging over. Coyle used his other hand to squeeze a nipple and twist it around, lifting it up getting a loud muffled scream out of you and what sounded like pleading for him to let go, when he did your body fell limp in your restraints but you were not allowed rest because he just did the same thing to the other poor nipple. All while Coyle tortured you you could feel yourself getting close to climax.. This stupid fucking body. Coyle had glanced down seeing your pussy twitch around and the wet spot leaking from the sides. The officer looked back up at you resting his free hand on his cheek freeing your nipple from its squeezing. Just when you thought you were about to climax the man smiled and moved his prod away sending you into a frenzy as your orgasm faded away. “ MFFFF” you thrashed around biting the cloth hard trying to get any kind of friction, any kind of stimulation … you just wanted to cum. Just once. Just one time and you would learn your lesson… Coyle did not tease your clit again till you had fully calmed down just to do it all again .Every climax you chased disappeared like it was never there. You were a mess, a sweaty huffing mess. The white panties were covered in your juices by now and left a spot on the floor under you. “Ya know sweetness this all could have been avoided … if you were such a bitch…” he tried to sound sympathetic but his body language said otherwise. Every time he moved the prod away he would smirk at you, or tilt his head or blow smoke in your face. The hours were lingering… your body was needy and tired… you were a sweaty mess.. And just when you were about to pass out an alarm went off waking you back up. Coyle threw his head back with a satisfied groan. “Finally a new trial, i'm feelin frisky though. “ the man looked back down at you brushing the wet hair from your forehead” do me a favor sweetness?” the man ripped your panties off and shoved the prod up your pussy just enough so it would not fall out but not enough to cause any damage to you. “Keep this warm for me, im goin scarin!” he laughed getting up leaving you tied up with an electric prod shamefully shoved up your needy pussy. Coyle opened the door and looked back, tipping his hat to you. “Dont worry, your my little toy, i wont let anyone in here” the door closed leaving you in the dark, the sound of the lock echoing in your head.

Tags/ @outlastrabbit

Thought you might enjoy this!

[sp1resong]

pleasepleaseplease talk about your ocs i am so curious

OKAY SO

i have... four? ish? main oc stories/universe atm, not counting random fandom ocs i make on the side that aren't linked to any big overarching story

those four are Dr. Paradise's Theory of the Self, Tales of Godborn (<- title i am planning to change but do not yet have anything to change to), The Poison Beneath, and Onelight's Dawn. the latter two are warrior cats, and the former two are generic cat furries (...and both started as wc. Me when i got the warrior cats autism instead of the good at math or science autism)

im just going to go off about dptots because.Good lord. i am so infodumping. my hands would shrivel up and fall off if i wrote any more of this i hope you understand

DPTotS is a story about identity, personhood, and necromancy, i guess. at its bare basics.

um. The titular Dr. Willow "Will" Paradise (she/her) is a reclusive scientist and self-proclaimed alchemist. In her younger days, she found some manner of fame as "Miracle Worker Will", a so-called genius who claimed to be seeking immortality itself.

she very suddenly fell out of the public eye in what can only be described as "the identity crisis of a century" following which she threw herself into the sea to test a theory of hers. and promptly drowned to death. (she got better)

now with a bond to the Abyss (yeah the ocean is a whole entire eldritch horror in this universe), along with several new and unknown neuroses and complexes, Will shuts herself away in her lighthouse (for the most part! she still occasionally attends social events--but it's odd, her demeanor has changed entirely almost overnight...)

eventually she drops her titular Theory of the Self, which proclaims that identity is invariably a facade, and that true selfhood is guided by motivation; by which parts of your mind drive your choices.

she splits the Self [or; the abstract entity who is capable of making choices] into three distinct guiding factors:

the Heart [representing emotion]

the Mind [representing logic]

the Will [representing desire]

(...before you ask, i promise i am not lying when i say i wrote that part long before i even knew who chonny jash was)

though it is not a part of her in-universe theory, on a more meta level there is a fourth factor, the Mask, which represents the charade of a cohesive identity, or the urge to adhere to social norms and etiquette even when every other part of you is screaming against it.

anyways! wow there are. Actually three more main characters. good lord. i am the fucking infodumper

um! the other main characters are Doe (it/its), Alice Grey (she/her), and Dorian Winters (he/him).

Doe is... the sole inhabitant of the corpse of John Doe. John died of a stab wound in a back alley and Will stumbled upon his corpse some time later. She wasn't about to look a gift corpse in the mouth, bringing his body back and attempting to recreate the conditions of her own resurrection in the controlled environment of her lab. If this worked--why, she would have earned her title of Miracle Worker! she would have found the key to eternity, to conquer death itself--

and work it did, or so it seemed, at first.

truth is, Doe does not remember being John. perhaps it lost its memory as some consequence of the trauma of dying and being resurrected, or perhaps John's mind could not be saved at all, and another was constructed in its stead.

whether a broken John or a new soul entirely, it doesn't matter, really! because we have Doe now. Doe, identity issues connoisseur (in other news i fuckign hate spelling connoisseur why does french have so many god damn fucking letters in it. Spellcheck save me), who lives life as a failed copy, a dead man's shadow, a mere shard of what it should be. does it imagine the disappointment in will's gaze when it lingers on its eyes (bright blue; her same color. john's were amber)? is the face in the mirror truly its own? when it looks down, are those its hands by right?

it knows the answer, of course. or... 'know' is not the right word. it does not know anything. it feels. that is all it can do.

alice, meanwhile, is a Completely Normal Cat with an Ordinary Life--which is to say, her issues at the beginning of the story are fairly mundane in comparison to whatever the fuck is going on with the other two (this fact will change).

her in-laws dragged her to some fancy party, once. she did not have a good time at all, and just kind of stood uncomfortably in the corner the whole time until she was approached by an Odd Stranger dot dot dot... just kidding it's will fucking paradise. Will decides to spare alice from the woes of Standing There Awkwardly and strikes up a conversation. alice is nervous at first, but will is like. scarily good at figuring people out (and figuring out how to get other people to trust her as a result), and alice quickly becomes comfortable around her.

they become fast friends! alice learns more about will, while will hears of alice's assorted wiles and woes.

she wants a lot of things, but she's too nervous to get them. she doesn't like her family, she doesn't like the city, she doesn't like the life she is living, she feels like everything goes by too fast and she will never be able to do all she wants to with her time on this earth.

will is sympathetic, of course. she hears her out and offers a shoulder to cry on, and offers carefully-picked bits and pieces of her own history and struggles that alice might be able to relate to. until...

um. long story short will pushes alice off a cliff into the ocean, thereby granting her will's brand of quasi-immortality (she does not age, and she is very difficult to kill; so long as abyss doesn't decide to pull the plug, so to speak. which it can do at any time).

now, alice, who literally fucking died and had her soul pledged to an eldritch horror without her consent at the hands of someone she thought was her friend, is rightfully fucking pissed about this. and one thing about alice is that once she's gotten over her initial fear of rocking the boat she is stubborn.

alice swears revenge. she misses will, she hates will, she never wantts to see will again, she wants will to apologize, she doesn't know what to feel or think. this all hardens into one thought: will has to die. she has to. she has to.

um.Admittedly this part of the story is Way less planned out due to being fairly close to the ending, but whateverr

oh yeah also doe has a character arc where it learns to accept that it isn't John, and that it doesn't have to be John, and just being Doe is enough. also it befriends John's widowed husband. long story.

anyways! some shtuff happens (i'm not... sure what yet), the three of them are brought to the seafloor by abyss in a dream. btw theyre all associated with some small element of abyss's imagery because fuck you that's why (alice has tridents, will has ink, and doe has.I haven't decided yet).

now, in this dream-state these bits of imagery become more real--will's palms are ink-stained, doe... ...i'll figure it out, and, most importantly, alice gets an actual trident because.First of all haha chonny jash hyperfixation and second of all. she deserves a large stabbing weapon okay

alice proceeds to threaten will's life! and yet will... doesn't react at all. alice holds her trident to her throat and will looks back, unmoved, looking, if anything, slightly bored as she stares at her death. and alice all but begs will for a reaction, anything to bring some catharsis into this bloodshed, anything to make this all worth it. by the end of it, she's sobbing on the floor and will is looking down at her.

and will apologizes, and alice doesn't forgive her. and she cant bring herself to do it anymore. and nothing will ever be the same again

and then some more stuff happens idk i dont even know how the story ends it just exists as a Cluster of Scenes That I Want To Animate featuring the Guys (gender neutral)

...oh yeah. and dorian. i forgot about dorian. fuckin uhh. dorian is will's college friend and a former singer slash musician, who had the misfortune of becoming rather famous for his music. and now he's a public figure no matter what he does and he fucking hates it. but he'd never go up front and say he fucking hates it, of course. he is passive aggressive forever and ever and

will crashes on his couch sometimes, as the most Normal of her friend group, and by Most Normal i mean literally just the only one not involved with the horrors (very low bar)

anyways.

the story also functions as something of a... parable, i suppose, about will's titular theory! will represents the mind, doe represents the heart, alice represents the will (...yeah, the character named will isn't the will. lmao. look, this was a later addition. and, to be fair, if she were writing the story, im fairly certain she would do this on purpose), and dorian represents the mask.

...and the abyss represents The ocean is really really fucked up /silly

nah, abyss's position in the metaphor is Up To Interpretation tm. as i see it, theyre a vague representation of mental illness, but eh. the author is dead here.

tl;dr: if there were three guys at the bottom of the ocean and two of them tried to kill each other would that be fucked up or what

[arcplaysgames]

hmmm where did i leave off....

To celebrate the Madarame Job, the team comes together for hot pot. It's a nice sequence! It's cute! Ann and Yusuke continue to be my favorites. Everyone bonds over their sad backstories and Reverie re-explains how he wound up with an assault charge.

Morgana is briefly sad that he doesn't have any memories to bond with the team about. Yusuke is as comforting as I would expect him to be. He has such a dry sense of humor, it reminds me of Akihiko when he starts to open up and has these really straight-faced little jokes.

AND FOR A WHOLE TEN MINUTES THE GAME LETS ME THINK YUSUKE IS GONNA MOVE IN WITH REVERIE AND I WAS LIKE "AT LAST, EVERYONE TOLD ME THIS GAME WOULD DELIVER SOME GAY AND NOW I GET TO HANG OUT WITH EFFETE AESTHETE MATT MERCER EVERY NIGHT, YESSSS" but no he decides to go to the dorms.

my pout can be seen from fucking space

He does leaves Sayuri in the cafe, which actually made me emotional for a moment.

MEANWHILE

I don't know shit about Akechi but he sasses Makoto, so I'm a fan.

Also, Makoto, idk gurl maybe people get on your case because you fucking suck? It ain't that deep.

Okay, one: RYUJI I AM GONNA GET YOU A FUCKING BALLGAG AND IT WILL BE THE LEAST EROTIC USE OF A BALLGAG IN THE HISTORY OF GAGS. WHY CAN'T YOU SHUT THE HELL UP.

Two: I'm about to vault over this table and throw hands with Makoto. This might be a new landspeed record for a character getting so fucking deeply on my shitlist, this might actually rival Ryoji The Insta-Creep Whomst I Hated in P3P, I despise this girl.

Makoto blackmails the team into going after her target, a mafia group that is going after students.

(I wonder if they are yakuza in the original JPN? I feel like "mafia" sounds extremely weird here. If for some reason you don't wanna call 'em yakuza, even "organized crime" sounds less weird, but what do I know.)

This game is really trying to pitch me on Makoto being in a tough position, but I am a complete no sell on this. I think because I flat out do not buy the idea that she didn't know about Kamoshida when multiple students were going around the school with visible injuries and everyone was talking about Shiho and Ann. Like, if Makoto swore she didn't know, she's either a liar or she's so fucking oblivious to suffering around her, she shouldn't be in a position of authority over anyone and doesn't have a leg to stand on against the Thieves.

Glad the game lets me convey my contempt to her, tbh.

Oh then right after, she digs up Reverie's phone number to call him to thank him.

Makoto, you are a full-ass stalker and we are not friends. You lying to Sojiro to get Reverie's personal cell number to call him is like the cherry on top of your stalker sundae.

Also, through this entire sequence I have squinting at her shirt collar to figure out what that is. It's a B and a J, for Boaz and Jachin, the pillars at the entrance of the Temple of Solomon and framing the High Priestess as she sits sentinel before the veil BLAH BLAH she's the fucking Priestess. In what universe. Whatever.

The only good Priestess I have seen in Persona thus far is Fuuka. As discussed previously, Yosuke was P4's real Priestess.

If she's not the Priestess and her collar stands for, like.... Japanese Baseball, I will uninstall this game.

Anyway, I started Temperance.

Mostly because I wanna know what the fuck is going on here and is it deeper than some asshats at Atlus going "what if we combined our Maid Kink with our Hot For Teacher Kink!!!!!"

Also oh my god when the fuckign framing device thing kicked in and Sae was like "YOU MUST HAVE HAD HELP AT SCHOOL" i about fucking died.

The framing device of this game unfortunately takes Sae, who had a great introduction, and makes her seem like an idiot.

........ GOD could you IMAGINE if this game had The Fox?

SAE: "It seems like you were seen at the shrine on a regular basis. You MUST HAVE HAD CURRIED THE FAVOR OF THE GODS. Who helped you????"

LOOK AT HER FUCKING FACE I'M CRYING. I almost flung my Odin away in terror. PUT THAT AWAY!

Do you... want me to play along? How much is this a chosen job and how much is necessity?

I hate to be That Guy but if this.... is actually a line of work Kawakami enjoys, that would be very Temperance of her. Taking subconscious desire and want, and connecting it to material needs like money. Temperance would be the card of "getting paid for what you enjoy doing," honestly?

But who even fucking KNOWS. In P3P I literally Noped out of the Temperance SLink and in P4G I never got to rank 3. I figure I owe Atlus to follow ONE of the routes so why not the one that raises the most alarm bells! For fun!

Meanwhile, Mishima continues to be a crisis case waiting to pop off and I just wanna scream.

And then. Oh. He's in Kichijoji? AKA my favorite location? HM.

Am I being fucking punked? Or doxxed? What is happening here?

I mean... again, the Jake English vibes are bananas through the fucking roof, but he's also a master of billiards and a (so far subtle) flash bastard about it?

This is not helped by the fact that if I were to assign, uh, a Certain Character I Wrote In A Story a major Arcana, Justice would be one of the best options for him.

Anyway uh. Okay. I'm paying attention now.

Even if he is still Beige as all hell.

Last note for this post, I finally kicked off Yusuke's link and

damn Sae you fucking got me, we were having Yusuke make counterfeit copies of high-value TCG cards and sold them on the black market to fund our work, YOU FUCKIN CAUGHT ME

I don't even know how to deal with Yusuke being the fucking Emperor. What the fuck is his domain? The art world at large? How the fuck does he exert power over that? Also, like, if that were his domain, that's more a Hierophant thing than an Emperor thing--

MY POINT IS, I DON'T THINK IN THESE THREE GAMES YET I HAVE BEEN SO BAFFLED BY AN ARCANA CHOICE. I can see Magician, Hermit, Priestess, Strength, even the Hanged Man if you wanna be Spicy. Ooh, or the Star, he'd be a GREAT Star.

The fuckign EMPEROR?

Is the game gonna pull another rabbit out of its hat and convince me "oh yeah he the emperor" like it did with Kanji? STAY TUNED, TRUE BELIEVERS but the odds are not in their favor. oh my god, Yusuke as the Emperor, I'm fucking flabbergasted. What the hell.

[h2whoalvr]

this isnt fucking fair oh my fucjinn god oh ynhj WHATVTHE FUCK???? HOW???? THOS ENUMBERS CANT FUCKIGN VE RIGHT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WHAR THE CULC EHYA TGcvvcvvccvvv??? i actual lu feel so so sos ick "get off the game then@ I AM I AM OFF THE GAME I AMM OFF THE GAME YOUVACNKOT EXPECT ME TO NOT VE UPSET OVER A GAME I ACRE ABOUT FUCKIGN BULLSHIT IM SO SO SOSO TIRED OF THIS WHY DO I EVEN PLAY THIS GODDAMN GAME WHEN NOTHING MATTERS ITS ALWAYS SHIVER WINNING. AND NOW FOR SURE IM GOING TO SEE SO MANY PEOPLE SAY SUPER MEAN SHIT JUST TO RUB SALT IN THE WOUND

[professionallydeadinside]

So, I'll start with Yati, the love of your life. Usually, she had herself be perceived as a writhing black ball of shadows, however, she looks very similar to how you draw her, except she seems to be in 70s/80s clothes, cuz she gives off fives of that era to me. She was killed by an ex-lover (let's go with shot or stabbed, I'm leaning towards stabbed multiple times), and deems it unfit to be sent to the afterlife, cuz she really has a lot of unfinished business and a lot of rage inside her. She seems normal when around other members of the household, but when she's annoyed, her eyes seem to disappear, and her wounds show up on her body and start dripping when she becomes super angry.

Silas gives off Wrath, Pride, or Lust demon energy (pls don't ask why, I do not know) and so he's (he/they, right?) Usually in a mix of the three in a more human-esque form. Is this a reason to say that think they'd be a spontaneous child of at least Mortivitch and Galante via how demon babies can be born according to your lore? ...Perhaps. Anyway, in "human" form, they're like, stupid tall and have curled horns like a ram, they're eyes are a complete solid color (leaning towards two different colors, turquoise and orange. Idk why, I think those colors suit them) They're also dressed very casually for a Pride demon, and takes more after Mortivitch, wearing pink like clothes. Their demon form, like their true demon form, is where I have the most issue, because for some reason they give off almost cthulhu-like vibes, but also at the same time give off vibes of like a wendigo. So, like, a really emaciated skinny creature, with tentacles for hair or something like that, or vice versa. Sunken in eyes, almost looking like a skeleton, but they have skin, but the skin doesn't look right, etc, etc.

And lil ol me. I'm going to be self indulgent. The radio host comes out a lot more towards the night time, but I imagine that I would be in 20s or 30s androgynous wear, and my hair is always constantly waving around, like radio waves. I don't have any eyes, just blank white screens that seem to every so often almost glitch in a way, except for when radios do it. If I do get mad, I just look less and less real, I seem to turn fuzzy and I seem to shift and whatnot, until I am a ball of incomprehensible stuff.

I imagine that you are a newly graduated art student, who was looking for a way out of your parents house or something like that, and found this super cheap, I'm talking like in the low 10K range, house for sale, and it was super pretty, nothing looked like anything was wrong, it was all recently updated as much as it could while keeping the original charm, and it was on a huge acreage of land. However, it was literally stated in the sale thing on Zillow, that it was like, Omega Haunted. You decided to take the risk, and bought the house.

-Kirk anon

KIRK I'M FUCKIGN OBSESSED WITH ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bibaybe]

I'm so curious about Rika and Chishiya's relationship!!Plz tell all

so i got two asks about this, so you can see their dynamic in season 1 here!

season two is where they're kind of capable of actually showing their feelings for each other in a public setting, so rika takes advantage of that most of the time. during the witch hunt at the end of season 1, rika got shot in the arm and proceeds to get shot a second time in the leg during the King of Spades hunt, so we get a lot of chishiya taking care of her, bandaging wounds, etc, and its super cute and sweet when she's not being bitchy. ("why am i the one that keeps getting shot, huh? couldn't you take one for the team?" "next time the king of spades comes around, i'll get shot if it makes you feel better" "you better.... actually, don't do that. i like you in one piece" "yeah, that's what i thought")

she doesn't hide her feelings for him in the slightest, but he still keeps a bit of distance bc, shocker, they're in the borderlands and he doesn't want to be wrecked if she dies, duh. but she's more of the mindset of, fuck it, i could die anytime, if i die i want to have been with you. but she doesn't push him or anything, just makes her stance clear and lets him do the rest.

i'm not sure when they officially get together yet? i've got 3(maybe 4 i can't remember) episodes left so i haven't mapped that out yet. all i know is that, if they meet aguni and heiya which i assume will happen? awkward if it doesn't bc i've got a whole thing planned out and might just make happen anyway. BUT i think they still aren't officially together at that point, but chishiya is more comfy with the idea at that point. but when they run into aguni, rika has to deal with how she used and hurt him and basically tell him that everything she did was fake. and at the end of the convo, he's like, "when did you start falling for chishiya?" and she's just like... awkward didn't think you knew sorrryyyyy but like forever ago and its kinda awkward but unbeknownst to rika, he'd suspected she had feelings for him towards the end of their time at the Beach, so during their time apart he had time to come to terms with it

also unbeknowst to rika, after their talk he talks to chishiya and is like "she's special and she chose you. you better realize how fuckign good you have it and not let anything happen to that girl or i'll kill you myself" and they come to a mutual understanding and idk if they ever tell her but thats a thing

also heiya trying to flirt with chishiya and him just kind of ignoring her and then seeing rika and chishiya flirting when they think they're alone bc the only time they get distracted from their surroundings is when they're together and being like i have gotten rejected twice now bc of this bitch i stg i'll kill her but then they actually end up becoming friends after they have to work together and idk its just kinda funny to me

anyway chishiya and rika being each other weaknesses and strengths is just something i really like thinking about and they are so fucking personal to me i love them

[gayspock]

ok night night

genuinely fuckingmadness what doesnt set me off what doesnt make it worse. i knowisound so fucking stupid and i start to go nuts sobbing thinking about how fucking little i must seem. then its like who is even caring that much. then i go nuts BECAUSE nobody is caring that much. then i realise none ofitwill change anything regardlessand it passes me by and im just fucking nobody and nothing. where was i. yeah what doesnt set me the fuck off i dont know i think everything just makes me melt down and i cant find anything. that even remotely fucking offsets it or anything that helps or anyhting at all that i can fucking hold onto like a fucking lifeline that i dont fuck up. and it doesnt matterhow much im exposed to it it just gets worse and worse and worse. i htink its the only thing i can ever fucking do. i think ican do nothing but rememebr the times ive tried to fuckingtalk to people in the past and howmuch of a frustrating fucking force i am but i genuinely donot fucking have anything else in me but fucking rot and even that is a fucking groanworthy fucking melodrama but its fucking true i cant fucking responmd to anything i just fucking let everyone dwn but theres nothing else there to do or to giveand if there really fucking im desperate to fuckingknow but i feel like its jsut circles . every attempt jsut feels like a resounding fucking rejection or fucking failure heres another thing that doesnt work thatmakes it worse thats this thats whatever let me rub it in for you like salt in the fucking wound i think

if eel sick iwth myself and start to go nuts htinking about how fucking hard it is to ever talk to people how fucking little there isleft to even try to do so how fucking isolated i am how little energy i have left in me how theres nothing for anyone to fucking latch onto how even if i somehow summoned enough energy, the sort ive not fucking managed in years, to somehowfind some sort of companionship in even the vaguest most distant of senses something something the loneliness that sets in isnt just that i dont think i can ever fucking try to make a connection anywaybecause i cant fucking do anything but tank it all and insert a fucking litany of otherbullshit and knowing if i could even manage to not be alone for a seocnd it would be gone sof ast when everyone fully fucking understands hoiw muych of a lost cause i am , like the actual fucking anger at how fucking incompetent a person could be and i fucking feel it and iknow its there and no matter how hard i try to fucking fight it because it doesnt matter itnever matters notihng means fucking anything and it hasnt for s so fucking long andi just breakdown i getupset and nothing shifts and its so so fucking pointless how hard it fufcking hurts and it never means anything its jsut so fucking trivial at this point try to fuckign find some fucking thing

i keep jsut getting so angry and hateful in response to everything to evertything and god help me i am trying to fucking bite it down please dont fucking be a cunt and take it out on everyone else but i cant fucking suppress it i fucking want to snap at everyone like who fucking caresany more its fucking nasty and its pathetic butevery time i see anyone else happy i just start to get so so fucking . bitter inside like its not fucking fair type bullshit i fucking hate everyone that has someone else in their life that they cant count the number of conversations theyve had on their hands outside of a work context in the past few years thattheres things they want to live for and things theyre excited about or things theyre even good at and have some fucking purpose in and i start to get fucking angry and upset knowing everyone else just fuckinggets to experience the world even its fukcing hard sometimes but ijust cant even figure out whatswrong with me knowing damn well its just nothing i jsut. pure fucking inadequacy pure fucking emptiness that nothings ever going to fucking fix it and i know nothings ever going to fucking fix it and i try to fucking just letmyself go sofucking much but i just get so fucking mad and uspoet like its anyone elses fucking problem and i cant . seem to fucking getanywhere or do anyhting or feel anything any more i think about howmany days ive just lost to jsut trying to make it fucking go away and somehow thats the best i have thats the best i can do or have ever managed to do and i thinki about the fucking way thats all im capable of i really fucking resent every fucking day i seriously do is anyone else crazy or like

[only-lonely-lovers]

07.24.2022

tags: dubcon, peeing during sex

notes: it is time to discuss hanako-san of the bathroom

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

あ：Do you-- like do you think that Nene has to repress the fact that she's ever used this bathroom & do you think she decidedly uses bathrooms like on the other side of the school or something

つ：i think she considers asking him about if he's seen her before or remembers her when she started at this school but she has to be like. i cant handle the answer to that actually

あ：Your brain instantly takes you to a day you took a bad dump or something and cried

つ：i do think its a, don't play where you work, situation. I must use different bathroom. we need to maintain an illusion of some kind.

あ：Can't like pee and talk to Hanako during breaks or anything. which is a shame

つ：LIKE SHE CAN'T BE THINKING ABOUT EVERY HUMILIATING BATHROOM TIME girls be eating they lunches in there and like crying and stuff, you know. she be dealing with her first period and trying to scrub blood off her dress…

hanako im sure watches her tawddle off to pee and is like, such a prude nene is….

あ：If that's how it's going to be……………………….. [acts wounded]

つ：I would be fascinated if Hanako had any sort of memory of Nene, but I think he did see people as indistinct blurrs. but all themore reason to just casually perv? I do think its been distilled to like [spaces out, smacks lips] oh this girl's shaved a shape in…. I wouldn't expect that.

[half-lidded] wow, nobody at this school knows this girl is like that. damn those panties are wet. she must have been fantasizing all day. [expressionless]

あ：I have always gotten the impression Hanako is uhhh so not valuing people as individuals its totally possible he has seen Nene before. I mean even when he was getting to know her I think he really saw her as little more than. well like idk her pea eyed fish form. spiritually My respect for you. as if you were just this 🎣

The fact is even a nice memory with Nene in the past is just soo long ago and a blip, only 1 night at tanabata, and he can't retain. i think seeing her at school is like nothing the uniform is a blur At most later he'd be like fuck…. wait that day. when i was looking at a stall and noticed a girls fat ankles

つ：the girls become just a sort of fetish concept. thisis the 1 thing about nene like looking at pussies and panties… nene's got some sort of skull and bones panties. its like oh… funny. uh huh… jesus her legs

あ：[just perched here like a gargoyle seeing]

つ：you can only hope that once or twice he did some kind of spectral thing if he were able, like spookily blow a door a little or some crap. [makes your pee stop] i do this

あ：Not me processing that earlier today i was thinking about Nene peeing during sex

つ：hmmmmmm

あ：today had a theme. FUCK I was the pee pervert

つ：it'd be so easy for nene to be so like WAIT, STOP… HANAKO-KUN and him to be like mmmnooooo no chance. sorryyyyyy. and

あ：Right. This is the thing. no stop doesnt mean anything wjrhgf and she couldn't be like I'M GOING TO. I think it's like frog in throat. but like crying. CMONGH DFJLGH

つ：no way could she say it distinctly. no way

あ：but then it happens and. I mean it's kind of your worst nightmare because he's gonna be like Ohhh……… if he was fingering you its like [spreads your pussy with other fingers]

つ：so thats why… this isn't a good reason to stop.

あ：It's the sort of thing where only later will Nene have to be like. I fucking guess i am fuckign with. hanako of the bathroom.

つ：if anything, psychologically very nice to see Nene's pee sink into the slats of wood and run down the floor. It is my domain and this is my girl

あ：You knowww that's what I wanna see

So often it is Hanako being like ugh sigh rolls eyes… at things Nene and Tsukasa wants, I think it ought to flip for a sec where Nene is like. ofmg. pee pervert hanako-kun!!!!!

つ：it would dawn on her quickly and feel like. donk

あ：sheesh!!!!

つ：BATHROOM…!!! he's so openly like. I succumbed to lust. he's fine with being seen as pee guy

あ：Lol yes In that way its basically canon

つ：he's so far from being like, ew don't be like that.. instead he's like oh you know

あ：tfw. if tsukasa was also there it'd just be two stupid boys being like oh nice

つ：never seen it come out so close before and so open

あ：The objectification. That hanako puts a girl through. where if he was like penetrating he would pull out but hold her by the hips and keep her hovered above, want to feel it drip down over cock. mm yes…. now this i like.

I will teach Tsukasa the opposite of respecting women What Hanako doesn't know is it's like his karma to be the one to pee self in any instances of past shennanies

つ：mmmmmmm pee… if she attempted to stop/freeze at doing it once she fully grasped what was going on, he'd just shove at her and get insistent. Poor nene, it's a gauntlet….

あ：goes. oh cmonnn…. yashiro. [rubs pussy] i'm sorry it is a gauntlet. the way this is a one-sided affair Your mortal body so novel

つ：sadly very vital that Hanako have ego trips of embarrassing her for his pleasure… but he takes joy in the aftercare, too. its the condescension yet care he can lay on thick…. and his willingness to lean into being your sick pervert boy

like ah, you think this isn't what I would want…? Why would you be embarrassed…. I want to see it. It feels good. Nobody else will ever see you like this.

あ：Uhuhm… Bullyish but also cooing excessively, petting… Purring voice talking you through this, but also not stopping anything. ah… you know. I wish Nene could think to compare him to Tsukasa when he's like this… when you get all❤

つ：they are extremely similar when soothing another!

あ：Boys who will creepily run their hands all over you

I do think Hanako just as much likes to watch her cry and then comfort her after… you like inducing all the emotions

[trxmxcxre]

I hate being stuck on how fucked up I feel after they broke my trust on something I told them that I had trouble trusting people over because its been broken several times. like I literally don't fucking care about this botch and I never rly think abt them as if they're a person but its just how fucking awful it felt to have that trust broken again and again and again by someone you thought u could trust. someone that knew that relationships and being close was something that was very hard for me to go on because every time. every time. we would get hurt. And not in misunderstandings. just hurt. its that trust issue. How can I trust anyone but myself if everyone eventually comes to break our heart over and over and over and over because they misunderstood something

that moment that changed things was never truly explained or understood. I guess he won't ever understand. its unnecessary. why did we pathetically beat ourselves up for something that wasn't our fuckinf fault in the end? I'm sick of the bits in my brain. I wished we all died and never came back. OR I wished I was just the only one. I might feel empty but at least I can deal with that better than knowing parts of us beat ourselves up over things out of our control.

after all, why the fuck was it our fault that we couldn't be online all the time? that we were sporadic? do I have to prostrate myself and go through the details of what happened to me and my uncle during that time? the abuse that happened? the isolation? the loneliness?

do I have to fucking explain how broken we were with how lonely we were for more than a decade of our life? to the point where it felt comfortable being alone? at least being alone, there's no one to hurt you. and it feels better being in the familiar cage that hurts, instead of elsewhere because we had no option?

I still remember crying on that call and how broken she felt and we felt and honestly, she probably did die on that day a little on the inside. I remember that. its like a wound that opens over and over and over and it never stops god it never ever fucking stops. I have to keep preparing for when the peaceful days come to an end. I can't let my guard down. I can't. ever.

being on my shit sucks. I know its not fuckign pretty, but what am I to do?

[colonelpancakes]

Continued

SORENNNNNN! I’m so glad he’s safe but also. OUGH. That uh. That cannot be easy to know your dad is doing that no matter how bad your relationship with him is. Ough. I love Soren

Ough, it cannot be easy to still be standing up and casting magic while you've got like. What I assume is a sizable incision in your chest. Viren…

Ough… The pain in his voice… Fuck. This show has gotten me to cry over Viren. I didn’t think it could do that. Holy shit. Viren’s voice actor, goddamn.

NOT THE FLASHBACK DRAWINGS!! OUGH.

Oh my god, fuck. Okay, yeah no I think this show is trying to kill me. Ohhh. Ohh this drawing is. Ough.

THE BABIES????? BABY CLAUDIA WIHT HTE LITTLE MAGIC WAND???? VIREN HOLDING SOREN’S DRAGON PLUSH???? OH.. OUHG>

I realized while screenshotting, since I could actually see the screen through my tears, that this is a visual parallel to the beginning of season three where Ziard sacrifices himself to stop Sol Regem from burning Elarion. Fuck. Ough. Oh the cycle.

SORENNNNN. His face when he looks up at Viren and Sol Regem…

OGUH> Yeah, you know what, just stab me in the heart too. The pictures of Claudia and Soren and ough. The way you can tell, even in the way they’re illustrated how much Viren loves them. In the way Claudia looks joyful and carefree with her hair getting caught in the breeze and Soren looks so proud and confident in his crownguard attire.

And then Viren looking at them… Oh… The expression… And the fact that it’s their season one selves. And the way that they’re all positioned in the frame so that it looks as though Claudia and Soren are talking to each other while Viren watches… Oh my god. I am actually sobbing. Oh my god.

THE FAMILY PORTRAIT???????

OH MY GOD I realized literally as I was writing the image descriptions that Viren and his family are in the same positions as Harrow's family is in that portrait... Harrow in Viren's spot, Callum in Soren's, Sarai in Lissa's, and Ezran in Claudia's...

Ohhh… The way that Soren was at one point so afraid of the spell, that it was used as a weapon of destruction, to hurt and kill people and now, Soren is relieved because it’s saving people’s lives, literally allowing them to get out of a burning building. Fuck. The fucking contrast.

Also, I like the clarification that the spell is temporary because I had always wondered what happened to the humans from Viren’s army after the battle.

"I am a servant."

Ough. I. I have run out of words. Um. Oh.

Oh my god that wound looks. Oh that looks really fuckign painful. Shit.

Soren looking back up at his dad and then having to walk away…

When I say I made a visceral animalistic noise when it cut from THAT to Claudia. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god this episode feels like being punched repeatedly in the face. Fuck. Oh my god, honey. Sweetie. Oh no, she’s looking for her dad she’s going to find out he’s dead, isn’t she. Oh fuck. Honey, darling sweetie. Oh god.

Ough. Oh my god, imagine going home for the first time in two years and it’s been burned to the ground. Honey… Love…

FUCK. FUCK NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS. Oh no. The panic in her voice when she has the realization… Racquel Belmonte is about to kill me again, isn’t she.

I just glanced at the runtime of the episode. I am less than halfway through. I am not going to survive this episode. This is going to be a very long post.

HI BITCH. HI STARRY BITCH.

Also, Ohh there is history here isn’t there.

Anak Arow? Sol Regem has another name? Ohh, interesting. Did not expect Sol Regem lore.

Oh?? So Sol Regem had a mate? Hello? And it it seems like Aaravos did something to her assuming this is going to go in the same way that Khessa’s death did. I really like the name Aithne Solaire, it's very nice to say.

Oh. Oh god. Okay that was not the answer I expected.

I. Um. I. Uhh. I think I had something to say about this at one point but its gone. Uh. Holy shit.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?

FUCKING CHRIST. WHAT THE HELL???

GODDAMN. WHAT. I. AARAVOS.

FUCKING GOD. THAT. Uh. That. That just. That happened. Oh my god. I did not expect that to be so. Goddamn.

I mean if you gotta say one thing about Aaravos it’s that he has flare. He certainly has style. He’s dramatic. Wow. Again. Y-7????

Continued in uh. Continued in reblogs.

Watching The Dragon Prince Season Six Part Eight: We All Fall Down. I made so many distressed noises while watching this episode that I actually hurt my throat

Under the cut as per usual.

Already, the shots of the people looking up at Sol Regem combined with the music is making me so fucking nervous is Katolis about to get destroyed??? Nothing better happen to Barius and Jellybug you hear me, they better make it out unscathed.

sakfdljskla it’s okay Soren, I heard “physical exercises” too. This is why I watch shows with subtitles.

OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT ESCALATED. SHIT.

That’s really bad, oh my god. Fuck.

Oh noo, honey… She had to leave her toy behind no…

Oh thank God, Soren and Opeli are somehow okay.

Guys, I appreciate the efforts, but I DON’T THINK ARROWS ARE GOING TO DO ANYTHING. Ballista? Maybe. Arrows? Definitely not.

OKAY CRAP IT GOT WORSE. They burned the bridge??? Man’s really just trying to kill as many people as possible, huh. That’s. Oh my god.

Oh crap.

OH FUCK! SOREN!

Okay, shit that’s a lot of blood um. Okay. That’s definitely a concussion. Hat’s okay, that’s good. Fuck. Soren you need to survive this episode, you hear me? You are not allowed to die.

Oh my god, the score here is. Oh my god. It really drives home the sense of fear and tragedy. The composers are fucking killing it.

SORENNNNN!!!! MY BOY!!! I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH OH MY GOD. I love the fact that he prioritizes citizen’s lives over the castle because 1) it’s absolutely what Ezran would want done in this situation and 2) it’s a direct contrast to season two where Soren causes MORE harm by insisting that a dragon be shot down but then 3) it’s a continuation of his character arc from that episode because after he realizes he made a mistake, he frees Corvus so that he can help evacuate the town. And then here, he’s making the call to stop shooting, sacrifice the castle, and focus entirely on evacuating the people. I love Soren so much, look at how much my boy has grown.

Is he going to get Viren out of the castle?

SOREN. SOREN, NO. NO SELF-SACRIFICING you hear me? NO. You are GOING to reunite with Opeli and you are GOING to be there to take care of Hat, Soren, I swear to god-

Oh, Hello motherfucker! I am about to reach through this screen and start biting you. Is that a fight I’m going to win? No. But it would be cathartic.

Oh, wow. Viren’s facial hair has really grown since the episode before last. I guess he doesn’t anything to shave with so that makes sense. Sure caught me off-guard though.

Oh? He’s asking VIren for help, I didn't expect that.

Oh! Soren you are so smart, I would not have thought of that, that’s a really good idea.

There’s a lot going on here, but also, ooh that’s interesting. I’ve always wondered how staffs were enhancing primal magic but then this answers it! They have primal stones embedded in them. Cool, I like that detail. Now back to heart-crushing drama.

Ohhhh Soren… I love Soren. The way he’s prioritizing people’s lives over EVERYTHING else, over any moral objections to dark magic, over the potential cost of any ingredient. Soren… You are so good.

Oh, god, what’s the ingredient for this one. It better not be another situation where you have to kill your child, if it is, I swear to god, Viren-

Oh. Oh shit. Ohhh noo, that’s um. Oh. Okay. Uh. Fuck.

SOFNREN! SONR NO. SOREN. NO. Not allowed, nope. Given all the emphasis on Viren’s value of his family this season I don’t. Think that he would sacrifice Soren. But. Honey. Darling, Sweetheart, no. I reiterate what I said earlier, Soren, you are NOT ALLOWED TO DIE.

VIREN DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.

Viren. Viren where’s Soren. Viren.

Oh, shit, Viren stabbed himself didn’t he. Fuck.

Yeah… Yeah, he did. Shit. That is. Yeah, that is a lot of blood.

I'm out of images??? Already??? Oh my god. Uh. Continued in reblogs

[colorisbyshe]

tbh i don’t even care about kink in the sense that i think everyone who personally has kinky sex is a Bad Person nor do i think ~all kink is created equal~

like i think some things in terms of just physical sensation can Feel Good (even including things that might seem violent like spanking/slapping if it’s done carefully and not with the intent to hurt) and be silly and fun and mutual without a power imbalance 

but like... i don’t know how you can say “yes a community that is primarily about men enjoying the pain of women in a sexual context is absolutely important to protect”

or “men who literally get off to women in pain are not misogynists or scary”

not to mention the different permutations of kink (race play, age play, rape play, power imbalance fantasies) directly contribute to the dehumanization of already victimized groups

so, yeah, while i don’t think all kink is inherently evil, i do think that those who defend all kink are dangerous and tbh if you use “vanilla” as an insult that says more about you than it does about the so called vanilla person who you are literally mocking for not wanting to conflate sex and violence

[summoning-potema]

i am sooooo sensitive about how i'm perceived at my job i wish i could channel that into actually working harder and being able to focus more on my work during the day

one of my coworkers is a really sweet guy and i get so insanely jealous of how easy things seem to come to him. but he works like 15 hours a day. i don't know if he sleeps. i'm not about that. i like my very distinct work/life balance

but anyway we both pointed out bugs in each other's code today and idk. i'm peeved that he did so in a public channel where i put an update instead of one-one, even though he didn't say *i* had something to fix

me being the big dummy i am read the message wrong and got so hot for a second like. was so pissed off because he didn't message me directly. only to realize that he worded it nicely and said it was his fault not mine 😥 i'm just like. ashamed of me sometimes

[thesilliestangel4ever]

Here's some self indulgent hcs ehe (~￣³￣)~

basically s/o has zero spacial awareness and is really clumsy

PT.1; ace, floyd, jamil & malleus

PT.2; deuce, epel, sebek & rook

CLUMSY S/O!

ACE

- probably laughs at u lmao

- but then asks if ur okay if its severe lmao

- low-key concerned when he sees how many bruises and scars you have on ur body, just from your clumsiness alone

- will patch you up if needed!

- teases u abt ur clumsiness ehe

- but if anyone else doss it he'll get pissy

- ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

FLOYD

- ehehe

- giggles probably

- he finds shrimpy so cute!~ always bumping into things

- high-key a fucking menace

- no he does not patch you up u have to fo that urself

- he thinks its cute (being clumsy is not cute its pain but go off)

- he doesnt like that fact that you get injured because of your clumsiness tho

- (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

JAMIL

-he has to deal with kalim and now you

- s e r i o u s l y

- poor guys always patching u up because you keep getting injured </3

- scolds u abt it too >:( (lovingly ofc ♡)

- genuinely rlly concerned abt u </3 ur always coming to him w/new injuries :''(

- once he saw u fuckign running into the doorframe, get up yelling "im okay!!!!!!!" and then running out the door... then immediately bumping into something and falling over.

- does not let you go unsupervised after that

MALLEUS

- rlly concerned for his little human ( ；∀；)

- he's just seen you trip over air and ram urself straight into a door ( ≧Д≦)

- winces whenever he sees you get hurt ;;

- he doesnt like seeing you hurt </3

- kisses ur wounds better ♡

- legit always has an eye on you when he can and when he cant he has lilia or sebek keep an eye on you for a while

- one time you tripped over a tree root into a bush with a bunch of thorns, got up yelling "i am okay!!", Running off and tripping over another root and landing flat on ur face

- he does not let you go anywhere alone anymore, he always has to be w u

- most likely holds ur hand 24/7 too, now

The End

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO BAD </3

[tahkannibal]

He fuckigng ruined me I am impure and I will rot . He has destroyed me and I cannot be fixed. I am nothing more than the ruins of what used to be a girl. I camnot br saved. There is nothing worth preserving. I need to be destroyed. I need to be eradicated actually. I wish he killed me. I wish that bullet wound killed me. I wish he fuckign murdered me I wish I was dead please I am nothing I am nothing there is nothing left I am nothing if not a punching bag i serve no purpose I need to be hurt you don't fuckic NG nget it I am nothing if not ruined or abused okease I need to he seen I need to be hurt I need to feel some th ign I need to be some th inf aomeone please take it out on me please I'm a horible person fucking TREAT ME LIKE JT

Actually. You don't understand what I'd do to regain that purity. It could be th e high, but I th ink I need to kill myself

[adampage]

the immediate horror and anxiety watching 1917 when I see this dude accidentally drop his open wound into the stomach of a decaying corpse being eaten by rats. it’s like finding out arthur has tuberculosis. what the fuck am I supposed to do for the rest of this movie, I’m fuckign losing my shit