#i'm alright though just venting lmao

[indestinatus]

waiting for a text message is the most embarrassing thing ever

[ganemouchie]

And they asked the sage, " Where is your heart!?"

He said " I dont know!!"

He said,

" I dont know."

[moonlit-orchid]

Normal people: vent about their feelings in a diary or blog post

Me: makes a whole ass zine at nearly midnight

[jankwritten]

vent post time pardners

part of my issues with the way I experience time is that one day to everybody else can feel like literal WEEKS for me. It's not every day, but some days, especially when I spend most of it writing or inside, not interacting with people, I feel as if I've gone multiple days/weeks without talking to anybody.

this then exacerbates my issues/fears that if somebody doesn't talk to me much for a day, they suddenly hate me. so if I'm perceiving one day wherein I don't talk to people much as more like 10-11 days, all of a sudden I'm panicking that everyone hates me and never wants to talk to me again because I've only said maybe 2-3 things to them over the course of what is, IRL, only one day. because I'm perceiving that to be ten times longer instead of the actual span of time that it is.

does this make literally any sense. is this like, a common occurrence for other people? i would like for it to stop pls, because it really fuckin tanks my mental health and i'm So Tired of that happening.

(more vent in the tags)

[haveateadude]

bleak horizons iii.

summary *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ opening up it's not easy, isn't it?

warnings *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ depression, self-harm mention, and disordered eating (not explicitly mentioned but you can clearly see it's there)

author notes *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ helloooo welcome to part 3!!!!!! i think this might be the last part (if u have an idea on how this can continue feel free to tell me. u can send a request or just leave the idea in the comments). also just saying, this stuff is based on MY issues and experiences with mental health, so this might not be truthful to everyone. my insta is @/starsfinder_ if anyone wants to vent or just talk :))

remember you're not alone if you're going through a shitty moment, trust me!! ik everyone says to ask for help, and even if that's soo fucking true i know some people are not listened (even if that's literally a fucking RIGHT). so, as i said, you can dm me <33 take care of yourselves pleaseee. can't stress enough how much i want y'all to know you're not alone. hi. hello. i care!!!!!!!! and i'm here!!!!!! so please listen to me when i say everything's going to be alright :)) i love youuuuuu

also, sorry for any mistakes. i'm sooo tired rn lmao

pt1 — pt2 — pt3

I told you a lie, désolé, mon amour

I'm trying my best, don't know what's in store

The next week, I stepped out of therapy crying. I got into the car, slamming the door.

“Hey,” Ellie says softly, looking at me with her hands resting on the wheel, her gaze full of worry. “You okay?”

“Drive.”

“But—”

“Just drive.”

“Okay.”

Ellie starts driving. I wipe my tears, feeling overwhelmed. My mother had called yesterday and made me feel like shit. I wasn't doing my best at school. Ellie and I hadn't gone out since Christmas. So basically, everything was shit. I've also had urges to relapse, and they're just not going away.

I cry. Ellie drives. This is okay. It's okay. Except that it's not, and I haven't told my therapist anything about myself yet. My mother hasn't spoken to me in weeks, and my father sent a cat video on WhatsApp this morning. And Ellie’s knuckles are turning white from how hard she’s gripping the wheel, which makes my heart ache because I know she cares. It makes me want to tell her everything, but the words are stuck in my throat, and I can't seem to get them out.

We arrive at the apartment a couple of minutes later. Ellie doesn’t immediately open the doors, and I've calmed down enough to answer when she asks, “Baby? Are you feeling okay?”

I nod, looking away. The people that I see walking around look sad.

“I’m fine.”

“It’s okay if you’re not, though,” she says. I stay quiet, doubting it. Ellie nudges me with her elbow, looking for an answer. “Hey.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I know.”

Ellie pats me on the thigh before getting out of the car. I get out, too. I don't bother eating dinner that night; I just go straight to bed and fall asleep.

The next few days felt monotonous. I've fallen back into my sadness, the type that isn't bitter but sweet. It doesn't make me want to relapse. It makes me want to stay in bed more hours than I'd like, takes my appetite away, and leaves me feeling nothing but numbness.

I wake up, go to work, study, attend uni, come home, and sleep. The cycle repeats and repeats, and I'm so, so very tired.

Today, I took the day off. I knew I was too tired to do anything, so I planned to rot in bed. Ellie knocks on the door, but I don't answer. I hear the door creak open and the light from the living room creeping in.

"Hey," Ellie says, her voice coming from behind me. "Mind if I lay next to you?"

"It's fine," I say with a hoarse voice. I feel the bed sink at my side, and then Ellie is behind me, wrapping her arm around my torso and nuzzling her face into my neck, leaving a kiss right there. I feel cozy and comfortable. I don't know if this will last. I hope it does because it's a feeling I've never experienced before—someone comforting me? That has never happened.

"Do you want to talk about what's going on?" she asks. I stay quiet. "I care about you. I'm worried."

I do want to talk about it, but at the same time, I don't.

"I'm fine."

"You always say that… You haven't gotten out of bed since you came from work, and the frozen lasagna you were going to make for yourself last weekend has been in the fridge since then." She stays quiet for a second, her fingertips caressing my arm. "You're not doing fine, baby."

Millions of thoughts go through my head. Thoughts I don't say. I don't want her to leave; I don't want her to see how I feel.

"I'm trying, though." It's easy to say since Ellie isn't looking at my face directly. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes. I blink them away; I blink, blink, and blink again. Fast.

Ellie stays quiet, her breath tickling my neck. She kisses the back of my head again, her hand holding mine. I hold it to my chest. "I know. But you don't have to be alone in this."

That hits me like a truck. I wasn't expecting to be held by her, let alone her saying I don't have to be alone. A tear falls from my eye, landing on the pillow. I sniff, and Ellie holds me tighter, not saying anything. She tucks a strand of hair behind my ear with her free hand and kisses my temple.

"I'm sorry," I say, in a moment of pathetic weakness. She hugs me even closer.

"Hey, no. Don't apologize. C'mon, turn around."

I let go of her hand, turning around. Her left hand cups my face and she kisses my cheek, then my forehead, and then she kisses the tears that fall on my cheeks. When she pulls away, she gives me a small smile, "You're going to be okay."

She doesn't want you. She's your friend; she doesn't want you. She will fall in love with you, not your brain nor your scars, and when she finds out about the way you think, she'll leave.

I wake up on Ellie's chest, it feels good to be comforted, I've found. Her phone is on the nightstand, so I just reach it and look at the time. It's eight o'clock. I've fallen asleep for two hours. I try to make myself more comfortable on her chest, attempting not to wake her, but my movements fail and she stirs.

"Hey," she says, her voice still laced with sleep. "What time is it?"

"It's still night," I say, closing my eyes. "We slept for two hours.'

"Feeling better?" I feel comfortable enough to shake my head. "Do you want to talk about it? I told you, I'm worried. And don't bullshit me with the whole 'I'm fine' shit, yeah?"

I stay quiet as her thumb caresses my back, "Did I tell you why I'm going to therapy?" Ellie shakes her head. "Well—back home I had some… issues. Mental health stuff related. I kept going back to depressive episodes. And one day I just asked for help from my mom, because I—I just couldn't stop self harming."

"Baby," Ellie says, hugging me tighter and kissing the top of my head. "What happened? Did your mother react well?"

"Yeah. Surprisingly. I got help. Got better. Sometimes it comes back, and I still get urges sometimes, but I can control it. It isn't as bad as it was before. But lately, it's just—yeah."

"You don't do that anymore, do you?" She asks, worried.

"No," I shake my head. "Not anymore."

"And what about the urges, do you still get them?" I nod, slowly. Ellie plays with my hair. "And therapy? Is it helping?"

"I haven't told her anything, yet. I—I don't know, I can't talk about it."

"What if I go to the next session? If you're okay with that, of course. If you still don't feel comfortable we can look for another therapist or another way to get you help."

I hide my face in her chest when she says the last word. I don't know why I've been refusing to get help. I don't know why I don't like that word. I sigh as Ellie stops playing with my hair and begins rubbing my back.

"I think—I think I would like it if you go with me."

"Okay. Okay, then. I'll go." The room falls to silence again for a few seconds. I feel ashamed for telling her. "I'm sorry you have to go through this… I wish I could do more."

"You're doing more than enough," I assure her. It's my time to hug her tighter. "You’re the first person I’ve talked to about this."

"Yeah?" She seems surprised. "I'm glad you talked to me. I'm here for you if you need anything—I mean it. You just have to tell me, I will listen… You could've told me sooner."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, don't apologize. I’m just saying, I'm here for you. I've been there for you, always. And… is there something I can do to help?"

"Just be there," I say. "That's enough."

"Mhm, I'll stay."

I think she wants you, a little voice in my head says. I think she loves you, and I don't think she'll ever leave.

Maybe I'll be okay, after all.

[randomsloredrops]

Random's Lore Drops - Papaya the Grate.

(I said I wouldn't post today, BUT I LIED) Alright Nyehers, Hehers, and people that only see Papyrus as the type of guy to never say a single mean thing, here is...

Papay- I mean, Papyrus, the Great Papyrus. So anyways, I usually see Papyrus depicted as this guy that'd never even so much as insult someone, let alone say something is bad. But, uh... He outright tells you that you're a 'freaking weirdo' in the Genocide route, and he also tells Undyne, RIGHT at her face...

Although, there are a few 'childish' things about him, like how his favorite food is Dino Egg Oatmeal, calling swear words "CURSED WORDS", and also being read childrens books to sleep by Sans. But then again, he's also a master of psychological manipulation (/j). He uses reverse psychology against Undyne, as well as using a psychhological technique found in "Yes! 50 Scientifically Proven Ways to Be Persuasive" (yes this is a real book. I found out about this book through this post.) against YOU, the player, in the genocide route. Not only that, but he's MUCH stronger than he's made out to be, as well as a slight confirmation to having blasters (not specified to be Gaster Blasters though) through aborted genocide, where, during the "date", he says...

There's also the fact that, in the pacifist pre-boss cutscene, where Flowey arrives, everybody has 2 vines around them... Everybody except for MOTHERFUCKING PAPAYA BENEATHSTORY

WITH A WHOPPING FOUR FUCKING VINES AROUND HIM! Now, would this be because he's tall? Nah, explain Asgore, Undyne, and Toriel with their 2 vines? EXACTLY. Now, note that it is canon that Papyrus is "friends" with Flowey, and presumably has been for many MANY resets, so Flowey knows Papyrus' true strength. Not just that, but Undyne calls him "Pretty freakin' tough!" And it's just because he's so much of a BITCH (pacifist) that she won't let him join the guard. After all, it'd be too dangerous... (WOMP-FUCKING-WOMP, he still joins in post-pacifist as the last guard (because it's not the royal guard anymore)). So yeah, he's brutally fucking honest, he's most definitely not some weakling, he's just a bit childish and naive in his interests. He also canonically tries to avoid sleeping, or sleeps an unhealthily small amount based on the phone call of "room-fire-1", or the first hotland room, where you get to see Sans as Undyne hunts you down. He also, uh... Within "room-fire-rpuzzle", or that weird wacky vent room where each jump puts you on a pressure plate and changes the places that you can jump to, and you have to find the right pattern to head forward, if you call him (after hanging out with Undyne), Papyrus first tries to hand Undyne the phone, before telling you to call Alphys, who made the puzzle, with the exact dialogue: "WELL, ALPHYS MADE THE PUZZLE, RIGHT? YOU SHOULD JUST CALL HER UP... AND SAY IN A HOT VOICE... ALPHYS... I NEED HELP WITH A... (AUDIBLE WINK) PUZZLE..." before Undyne basically goes "wtf no????", and Papyrus offers to do it himself, with another resounding "NO????". Anyways I did this despite needing to do hw because lmao idk I just, uhh...... procrastination lmao. Anyways, I'm not scheduling this for shit. BUHBYE.

[jazeswhbhaven]

At Summer's End, September Begins <3

(lmao at my fucking crappy quality thing I made)

Welcome to Fall, ya'll!

I know there's some new folks here so as per each monthly update here at some housekeeping rules:

It's chill here, but I don't tolerate any kind of foolishness including but not limited to: racism/homophobia/zoos/p3dos/harassment. If I catch you doin' something weird like that on the low, expect a block from me.

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Don't bring your beef with another specific user in my inbox to indirectly call them out. I'm not a mediator.

Opinions about the game negative and positive are welcome here. I believe in folks venting. Also understand though that I may not answer it depending on my mood. I also have opinions of my own so very fair warning if you do want my honest input.

No minors interacting with any posts of mine on this blog. WHB is not only an adult game, but I cuss a lot and make a lot of inappropriate thirsts posts so this space ain't for ya'll sorry.

What's Happening This Month for My Blog??

Well, lmao. I kind of forgot my goals for last month because my blog was interrupted by being shadowbanned for a few days so it really threw me off. But here's what to loosely expect this month!

More Inbox Requests being posted

Reacts for: Michael's Christmas Story | 5 Kings Card | Recap React of Mammon's origin story

More sketches of Cain, for the love of fucking hell if I can sketch out a full body of Astra for ya'll I will

That's pretty much it??? I know I have to work on my Masterlist and organize it but for now it's very WIP. I also expect that there's a Gehenna Event coming up because we got the new boi Amy showin' up like he did. I mean that should be good since a lot of Satan stans have been missin' their man (Astra too, she's been in Niflheim and Tartaros a lot in my fic blurbs)

Am I really gonna go for Zagan's future L-card?

Yes. Unless it doesn't look like it would be worth it. I would hate it if my money were wasted on a subpar story and experience. I'm callin' it but I bet they'll do that evolve thing for him (maybe) unless they only do those for revivals?

A Little Shoutout for ya'll! <3

I just want to say I'm very appreciative for all the interactions, follows, my moots, oomfs, and enjoying me enjoying this rollarcoaster of a damn horni demon game. We're nearly close to the anniversary of it's release and there's been a lot that's happened so far. I pretty much shit on fandoms a bunch because I haven't really uh...had a good experience majority of the time, but it's been alright here. I may be speaking too soon because there's always something ain't it? Lol But at any rate, ya'll are lovely, creative, and I'm glad to be included.

Thank you for dealing with me and my crazy, your lovely admin~ ♡( •ॢ◡-ॢ)✧˖° ♡ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

[fixfoxnox]

Ok but like since Compound Roach is a himbo we need a mini drabble of when he goes on a mission with the 141 and has the whole “sneak into a room with 15 bad guys, kills them all off screen, gently opens door to let team in” moment you described once, followed by him going apeshit with a machine gun he finds later in the mission like this boy is FERAL LMAO

This is technically the first drabble that I'm writing with Compound AU Roach I'm so excited I love he

"Doors locked," Ghost spoke lowly, "Someone will have to go in and open it for us."

There was a pause as Price considered his team. There were a number of men inside and, whoever went in, would have to take them out by themselves. No one would be able to reach them. That wasn't the problem, not for his team. No, the problem was figuring out which of the men would be able to get into the room.

"Any entry points?" He asked carefully.

"Above us," Ghost responded, "It's a vent system. Tight fit but it drops down right into the room. That's the only one."

"Right," he gave a deep sigh and turned back toward the Rangers behind them that had joined them on the mission. He was preparing to tell them that they'd have to move back, but he was shocked into silence as he and the rest of his team watched as the rangers helped one of their own strip out of his bulky gear. "What the fuck are you doing?"

The men ignored him. Once the man was fully stripped of his bulky gear, he handed his gun off and pushed past Price. "'Scuse me, sir," his voice was laced in a southern accent and he said nothing else before climbing the railing of the walkway they were on and using it to help boost himself up and into the vent. He disappeared for a moment before calling out, "Alright slide the gun in!"

His teammate that had been holding his weapon awkwardly shuffled past Price before reaching up to slide the weapon into the vent. "Got it, Sanderson?"

"Got it! I'll let y'all in in a second!" Things went quiet and Price just stared dumbfounded after the man. Did he realize that he was going to be in a room completely outnumbered? This was not good.

Several moments after and they could hear gunshots begin in the room. They couldn't see anything, but they winced at the sounds of loud banging, screaming, and gunfire that seemed to echo around them. After several moments, the noises stopped and they were left in an eerie silence.

After another few moments, the door in front of them was pulled open and they were met with the bright grin of the man who'd pushed himself into the vent. His hair looked wild and there was blood splatter across his face and clothing. Looking past him into the room, Price could understand why.

"All righty! There we go, doors open. Let me just get my gear back on and we'll be right as rain!" He pushed past the 141 members to start quickly putting back on his tac vest. "Oh," he turned suddenly, "Watch where you step, I nearly slipped on some of the blood on the ground. Don't want anyone banging themselves up."

Price stared at the man for a moment. What was it his teammate had called him? Sanderson wasn't it? He was going to keep an eye on him.

"Holy shit!" Ghost muttered next to Price. He sounded breathless and shocked, though Price also noticed the hint of admiration that tinged his words. He couldn't find it in himself to respond. After all, it wasn't every day that you watched someone latch on to the back of a juggernaut and stab him in the throat repeatedly.

They could do nothing but stare with shock as the man ripped into the juggernaut's throat, slinging blood around with every quick and precise stab that he delivered. It was only a few moments before the juggernaut was falling, slowly collapsing to the ground and forcing Sanderson to jump away just to keep from getting crushed.

Price watched him tuck his knife back into his belt casually, a bright grin on his face as he looked down at the man he'd just killed. It usually took the 141 far longer to take down a juggernaut.

"Oo!" he gave an excited squeal and ducked down, tugging at the weapon attached to the juggernaut's body until it finally snapped free, sending him stumbling into a wall with a grunt. "Guys look!" He turned to the group excitedly, "Mini-gun!!!"

Price stopped the head of the squad that they were working with, "What's his name." He pointed to Sanderson.

"Gary Sanderson," the squad leader answered with a chuckle. He obviously understood Price's shock. "Though, he prefers Roach."

"Break through that line!" Price called, grunting as he was forced to duck behind cover to avoid being shot. Of course, their team would run into a practical army of men on their way to extraction, "We need to form a path to the extraction point!"

"On it!" Roach called out with a grin. Price couldn't even find it in himself to be shocked anymore when the younger man stood from his cover and quickly opened fire with a grin on his face. The mini-gun he'd taken from the juggernaut's body cut through the enemy soldiers quickly and soon, he was leading a path through to extraction with the 141 and the rest of his squad following behind.

"Provide Roach covering fire!" He called to his team. They were quick to listen, forming up in a defensive position around the younger man and tossing grenades and bullets into the waves of enemies, helping Roach to thin the crowds. It was clear, though, that Roach and the mini-gun he'd found were doing the most damage. It was like, somehow, every bullet that the younger man shot was hitting its mark.

They moved to their extraction much faster than Price had anticipated and, as he found himself sitting on the plane that was taking them back to base with the sound of Roach talking excitedly about how cool the mini-gun he'd used was, he knew that he'd found himself another member of his team. After all, he certainly wanted skill like that on the 141.

[undercover-monsterlover]

Oh! Someone who does jjba matchups? You're a blessing. Can I please get a matchup (with a male character)? You can choose what part you want, love them all. If you're still open, of course, if not, you can ignore this. No worries and thank you! ❤️

She/her, Gemini, INFJ, 26

Personality: I'm a warm and affectionate person generally. I'm respectful and kind to everyone, with no exceptions, but I never accept disrespect or ill intentions towards loved ones or myself. Can get intimidating really quickly if it's needed. I'm self-assured and confident enough to stand up for others or myself. Not afraid of conflict. When I'm sad, angry, or anything like that, I bottle up everything and walk it off until it fades, even if I know it's bad. Another flaw is that I hate admitting my vulnerabilities. I deny them to always look strong and tough, but I'm trying to be nicer to myself too. I love listening to others, empathizing with them, and offering any type of help, comfort or understanding they might like/need. Huge romantic. My love language includes physical touch and words of affirmation when giving. I enjoy flirting with my partner and showing appreciation but also messing up with him just for the reactions. I've been told that I have a calming presence but honestly, I like calmness and chaos equally. I love challenges too. I work in Healthcare and I'm a huge geek about it, bringing random medical facts to the table even if no one asked lol. Favorite romantic tropes: forced proximity, old flame, enemies to lovers.

Hobbies and random likes: working out (helps me let out that bottled-up stuff safely), reading, learning anything new (curious about anything), long walks and deel conversations, dressing up (dresses, skirts), connecting with people on a deep level, the colors red, pink, black, sweet perfumes, tea, flowers.

Looks: short (but can and will kick ass), curvy, hazel eyes, and honey blonde hair, some freckles, a tattoo of a crescent moon.

I hope this is not too long or confusing. Thank you again, have a lovely day/night! Don't forget to take care! ❤️

Alright, I'd match you with...

Mohammad Avdol

You strike me as a very strong willed individual, who would require someone who isn't intimidated by strong women, or "emasculated" when a woman succeeds in something he couldn't. And I believe that Mohammed Avdol would settle for no less than someone as strong and dependable as he is. I think he would be initially attracted to your acceptance of conflict and turmoil, and your ability to "roll with the punches" so to say. He'd also deeply appreciate your openly affectionate and warm personality, he hates people who try to "play it cool" around people they like. I bet he'd make a romance tarot spread for you and subtly imply you'll end up with a man who has a "firey" personality lmao.

Based on his character profile and his actions in the show, we know he's a warm and confident person, just as you are, and I think you would be a total power couple. You'd be the kind of couple that everyone wants to come to their parties or events to "kick things off" and get people feeling comfortable. You'll both also totally keep everybody safe, even though I think some people would be jealous of your relationship.

I believe that due to how you both are such strong people that try to ignore their more negative emotions, he would know exactly what you're feeling, to an extent that's almost annoyingly perceptive. And in public I'm sure he'd let you keep up the mature, responsible side of yourself, he knows how important it is to appear tough, especially in intense situations, but in private he'll always offer to let you vent or just be vulnerable around him. He wants to be your rock, through thick or thin. And you of course have an equally intuitive sense for his emotions. I feel like you'd have a very fluid dynamic, always taking the role the other is currently indisposed to take. If he's acting impulsively, you'd be the one to remind him to think things through. If you are trying to ignore your own needs in order to save face, he'll be the one to remind you that it's ok to think of yourself.

He would love how romantic you are. He's all for the sappy tropes, weekly dinner dates even if things are busy, buying you flowers randomly, this dude would totally give you massages, honestly more for his enjoyment then your benefit if he's honest. I think he would be an incredibly attentive partner, especially considering how intimately he understands you. He's always very considerate of you you may take things, but he's also not one to shy away from conflict, so he'll always bring up whatever's bothering him, and encourage you to do the same. Any arguments between you two would likey end in a good compromise, though it may take a while to get there, since you both have such strong personalities.

I feel his favourite way to show love would be gift-giving, wether it's an old book he's read and think you'll like, or more fancy Egyptian perfumes and fragrances then you'll know what to do with. He loves seeing the appreciation on your face when he gets something you like, which means he's always trying to remember everything you like, even if it's just something you picked up to look at in a store once.

Also when things got serious between you he would absolutely get a tattoo in the same style of yours, a sun to match your moon. You'll have a very push and pull relationship, always making up for what the other lacks, and reflecting back what they need, and I think the sun and moon imagery fits that dynamic quite well.

[crushingcasanova]

More.

Darling, Kisses, Obsessed, Vent.

WAVES. HELLO AMORISIMO :D Darling: What makes your darling special compared to everyone else? Why them? - Alright let me type two paragraphs really quick LMAO. I like @zennotixs because she is herself, and she is incredibly sweet and kind and generous with bun's love. I like that he has an active social life, knows what rot wants, and isn't afraid to take it. She's adorable, like fleeting clouds or like a delicious cinnamon roll--only around every once in a while, but appreciated and savored when he is. I like you because... well, it's hard to put into words, I suppose. I could write endless letter and poems to try and encapsulate the ways in which I love you, but none would come close to describing the majesty that is you. You are like the rainbows split from the sun, the gentle breeze outside, the quiet beauty of a flower's first bloom, the smell of perfume both familiar and tantalizing. I want you in ways in which I could never possibly verbalize; soft and tender, passionate and intense, and so much more. I want you to learn me and yet I want to learn you even more, each facet of your being worthy of admiration and praise. Do you understand the way in which you make me feel, loved and cherished and chosen above others? I want you to feel the love and obsession you have always craved from another being from me, and none else, because nobody else is worthy of loving you as I do. Does that make sense? Kisses: How do you act around or with your darling? Is it different from the way you act around everyone else? - More uncaring of upholding my image, I suppose! I let them see more of me as I am without keeping appearances. My definition of darling is a little strange, because it's only referring to people I'm obsessed with, but theoretically speaking, everyone I surround myself with (who see the real me, at least) can be considered my darling to some level. Darling specific, though, gets a lot more of my constant affection and doting throughout conversation (saying random "I love you"s during conversation, pestering them with specific thoughts I had about them, etc). Obsession: How obsessed are you with your darling? Have you ever stalked them? - I have differing levels of obsession for my darlings, I'd say, because of the frequency of which we correspond and such. I've stalked both (online) however, and have a shrine for one (whereas I memorize the stuff for the other). I have a lot of love to give for those in my inner circle, especially my darlings, so I would say on a scale of 1-10? at least a 9 for one of them. Vent: Gush, rant, or vent about your darling or anything in general. - Man you want me to talk about you so bad... /teasing Okay, let me think. I kinda already yapped about why I like them, but both of them are sooooo busy. That's the problem of being into someone with a busy social life and someone who has so many people to tend to... I wish I could just totally monopolize them and always be by their side! Maybe I could shrink myself so I can always be in their pocket or something...? But stars above, I just want their attention all the time, and I want to learn about them even more, so it's like... torture when they're away (but fun when they're back, since they always have cool things to tell me!)

[slasheru]

Hi :3 I’m kinda having a bad night rn but I’m distracting myself by playing slasher u (for like the 10th time lmao) and I was wondering: how do u think the dateables would react/what would they do if their partner was having a really bad day? It’s alright if u don’t wanna answer lol and I hope ur having a good day/night <3

<3333 Of course! I wrote a decent amount of Slasher U when I was having a hard time myself irl, Hex's "how's your day" dialogue is actually something I put in to cheer myself up when I was writing it (:

Tate: Tate's had SO MANY bad days he might be an expert at helping you with YOURS. It's immediately hugs, blanket city, asking you about it and letting you vent if you want, listening, and if you don't feel like talking, he's there to tell you about HIS day or some cool thing you both discovered, like a movie you wanna watch. Tate is a BIIIIG cuddler. He's already passing you the flask and shutting the doors to the A/V lab so you guys don't get interrupted by randos (because Tate figures you could use a good cry, and he knows HE wouldn't want people around for that - besides you!) Tate's Bad Day empathy is off the CHARTS. He would hold you tight til either the sun came up or you felt better, whichever takes longer. He would also fight anyone who came to see you who you didn't wanna see, even though he KNOWS he'd get his ass kicked. Worth it, to save you.

Hex: OH NO! MY BABE IS HAVING A BAD DAY! :(((( Hex goes into SUPERHERO mode - he might be a little bit TOO enthuasiastic about cheering you up, at first, but his sole purpose in life is now making you feel better. Hex would try really, really hard and really really deeply to understand you and your pain as best as he can, like, REALLY leave no stone unturned. His love language is "understanding people". Hex's go-to cheer-ups are: Picking you up like a prince/ess, buying you food and coffee, hugging/cuddling you on the couch while you watch TV, showing you memes he found, never leaving your side, and doing acts of service like giving you a back rub or getting you your fave ice cream from the campus convenience store. He'd fall asleep on you/near you/with you all day/night just so you wouldn't have to be alone. :) He'd also sneak into any class big enough not to notice him, just so he could keep keeping you company!

Laila: Laila is the one person (besides maybe Sawyer) who would ACTIVELY try to fix your problems, haha. My darling Player is having a bad day?? Who did this? Sit down, have some tea, I've already come up with a ten-step plan to fix your problems AND I'm gonna start as soon as you feel comfortable enough for me to make some phone calls while I cuddle you til you feel better! Laila's got major "S/HE/THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES >:((((" energy so she'd be a great mix of actually comforting and vulnerable, especially if you had a hard emotional time, and handling whatever it is that made you upset - she knows more responsibility at a time like this can be crushing, and she's your Final Girl, dammit! Don't worry about a THING, Player - Laila's on the case!

Juno: Juno knows any world that hurts the Player they like/love is the WORST and SUCKS and Player is the BEST and FUCK ANYONE WHO THINKS OTHERWISE!! Though Juno's go-to cheering up is definitely partying and shenanigans, they'd actually ask the player what they'd like. Their favorite way to cheer people up is distracting them from their troubles, so Juno would probably plan all KINDS of fun date-style activities from parties to walks to pranks to adventures, for however as many days it takes for you to smile again. If you're a partier, they'd drop molly with you and talk for hours and hours about feelings. They would ALSO harbor a deep grudge against whoever/whatever did this to you (even if it's an inanimate object/concept, like, failing a class).

Sawyer: Sawyer would feel your pain/sadness VERY VERY DEEPLY. He'd probably start by spending hours listening to you or holding you, then ask if you wanted him to actively try and fix the problem. He'd spend a HUGE amount of time with you comforting you, basically kicking his aftercare into overdrive - Sawyer's the kind of guy who would cancel work or class to comfort you. (And if it got to the point where he'd be fired, well, looks like he's asking his boss/professors to work from home so he can be with you). He's also the kind of guy who definitely orders food and booze and weed and VHS tapes right to the dorms so you wouldn't have to go anywhere. He'd get REALLY protective - he's not letting anyone hurt you ever again, though. EVER - though he's not restrictive about it. The second anyone calls you a name behind your back, though, BAM. Sawyer's knife, their face, etc :V Sawyer's respectful of your boundaries more than anything, so he'd want to show you how much he loves you WITHOUT you ever feeling stifled or uncomfortable.

I hope your night gets better!!! <3333

[i-am-very-heck]

waking up

context! this is a sequel to this fic of v's nightmare, so i suggest you read that if you haven't. this fic is basically v venting to obie lmao. hope you enjoy!

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it was the middle of the night. v tumbled out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump. they scrambled to sit up as their eyes darted around the room. they were in the antique store. they were nowhere to be seen. v hugged themself tight. their heart was racing and their breathing was heavy. they were so caught up in their own emotions that they didn't notice the person they were sleeping with had gotten out of bed too. obie kneeled down and placed a hand on their shoulder.

"V... Ya alright? That was a mighty violent wake up ya had there..."

their head snapped to look at him. obie could only see fear in their eyes and... were those tears? he cupped v's face gently with his other hand and spoke in a much quieter voice than before.

"Hey, hey... I'm here for you. Nothing's gonna happen to ya while I'm around..."

v stared at obie. he could feel their heartbeat gradually slow down to a still high, yet more normal tempo as their staring continued. they seemed a little less on edge, a bit more relaxed.

"...D'you wanna talk about it?"

...

they didn't say anything, instead they hugged obie tightly and buried their face in his shoulder, sobbing into it. he had almost immediately returned the hug.

"I getcha. Just take your time, sugar... We've got all night."

so they sat there in each other's embrace for a long while. obie had began tracing little patterns into v's back to comfort them. they had an unrelenting grip on his shirt for a time. eventually, their sobbing had calmed to just little hiccups and sniffles. v's grip had loosened as they finally spoke, though they were very meek.

"sniff- I had a- a nightmare... It's one I used to- hic- used to have a l-lot... 't had to do with-.. with my... 'imaginary friend'..."

"Hmph- Well, they don't sound real friendly-like if this is how they make ya feel."

they nodded into his shoulder with a soft 'mmhm'. the two stayed like that for a moment longer before v pulled away. they looked off into the dark corners of the room.

"... You... You haven't seen the shadows... looking back at you.. H-have you?"

he shook his head in the darkness.

"Can't say I have. Is that somethin' that you see?"

... "... Yeah."

v floated to their feet and held a hand out to help obie off the floor.

"Get up and I'll tell you about it. I really need to get this off my chest anyways."

he took their hand and was yanked up to his feet, stumbling a little due to the very sudden change in altitude. v went to turn on the lights and sat back on the bed, patting the spot next to them for him to sit. he did.

"Ugh- Where to start with this..."

they took a moment to collect their thoughts and sighed.

"Well, as far back as I can remember I've been able to see this thing following me around in the darkness. It was almost like my shadow came to life and for a while I considered it my imaginary friend since, y'know, no one else could see it. It wasn't 'til midway through grade school or so that it got... aggressive. They wouldn't leave me alone. I would have that same nightmare night after night... God, it made me such a messed up kid. I was so stressed all the time..."

v looked down at their hands, they were shaking. the more they remembered, the more tense they grew. they took a deep breath and continued on.

"They eventually stopped showing their face--or eye I guess--and that was that, or so I THOUGHT-"

their apparent anxiety had melted into frustration. v's hands had balled up into fists.

"Ever since I got here its been rearing it's ugly head around every dark corner I've seen and it's complete bushwa. I have absolutely zero clue what beef this thing has with me and to be frank? I'm sick and tired of it. I'm tired of it telling me I'm not strong enough, that I'm weak. I've already got so much on my plate that this is the rancid cherry on top!-"

v snapped. they shot up from their sitting position and began pacing around the room, gesturing wildly along with their speech. they were almost yelling at this point.

"First my uncle goes missing and I get called in to save him, but uh oh! Turns out I've made enemies with the damn shadow government! Now they've sent their most powerful accountant to balance my books or some bushwa like that-"

"Not only that but I found my mom's brother who's been been working on finding her since she's been missing for some 20-odd years. Which is good! It really is. But I'm worried that I'm gonna mess up some part of his weird science plan to locate her and he's gonna go missing too!"

"Also, this whole adventure has been stressful and confusing- like, why are there so many gangs in this city? What the hell happened at Crystaldream Lake to make those time anomalies?? What the HELL was Mudhenge???"

their pacing landed them by the odd faerie sculpture, which v socked in the head as they were so worked up. there was a loud crunch as their fist made contact with the wood. obie stared at them with surprise. this was the first time he's seen v get genuinely pissed off at something and it was a bit scary... they had a look in their eyes that was telling him that they'd break more things if he didn't step in. obie rummaged through their nightstand and snatched a handful of pencils.

"V, wouldja c'mere? I got somethin' for you."

v's head snapped back to look at obie in a way that shouldn't be possible for someone with bones. they dismissed their anger with a shake of the head and now had a curious look.

"Huh? What's it?"

they floated over to him. obie was taken aback by the sudden shift in tone. there wasn't a drop of anger in their demeanor anymore, just intrigue. he just pulled them in to sit back down.

"You never fail to give me whiplash, V. It ain't a big thing but it is quite odd seein' you flip from one emotion to another like a coin."

he gives them a little squish and a kiss on the forehead. they giggle, leaning into him more.

"Glad to see you're doin' better, hun."

obie stands. he sets the pencils back down on the nightstand and goes to the light switch.

"I think it's 'bout time to flop again, so lights out. Ya follow?"

"Mhmm... Sounds ducky to me."

with a click the lights were shut off. obie made his way back to the bed to cuddle with v, v making grabby hands at him until he got there.

and so, they both drifted off to sleep peacefully... no night terrors to be seen.

[ghostlycoze]

How does ECF eat, did he give himself a mouth to enjoy tastes?, something like spearmaster's needles?, or something else?

Oooh, this is a fun ask! Ironically that actually WAS Fates' original concept! He was going to have encountered Spearmaster and took inspiration from it's needles, creating his own so he could have a weird little digestive system situation going.

I didn't end up sticking with that because it just felt like an iterator in Spearmaster cosplay, so... Well, now he's just a furry lmao

Instead of using food to keep him fueled, he keeps his neurons with him in order to keep him powered! I imagine it's sort of a Bluetooth system, like how Moon has her neurons just floating above her head.

But when you live in the wild, you need to protect those babies better. Soooo

His big ol tail? Totally hollow. Useful for balance and such, but also for storage of BUGS.

Technically he would be fine if he had them flying around, but we know how tempting they are for scugs, just imagine every little creature out there chewing on this guy's braincells.

However, the idea of him with a mouth,,, Is very cute I can't deny. After seeing @csavii 's iterators with mouths idea, I decided to mess around while I was doodling

He would probably like blue fruit. Man is NOT squeamish like ya girl Moon he loves them bugs. (If he didn't know any better he would try to eat his own neurons. He's so stupid <3)

But yeah, I feel like if Fates had had more support and encouragement for his project, he would have incorporated a mouth and a whole digestive system to really fit in with the world! He can smell through the vents I always forget to draw on the sides of their jaws, but cannot taste—I'm sure he definitely wants to though. Mans is hungry with no stomach

Hope that answered alright, tldr: poor lad can't eat! how will he hibernate!!

Thank you for the ask :]

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 8: The Stolen Lion

Training time for the princess! I'm not sure if it's canon or not, but I feel like Lance is the best flyer out of all of them, so it's nice to see that he's the one training Allura up there

Lance talking smack and still getting proved right when Allura can't hit him Why did a smack to blue's forehead send a jolt of electricity to Allura?? She's free-falling right now and that doesn't make sense

Someone else saved Allura this time! He was pretty snarky about it too when the boys finally got to her in that traction beam

Introducing Prince Bokar, I know his story, but it'll be nice to see how it plays out

He's looking for a bride and destiny led him to Allura apparently, but she's not buying it Now she does after he says he'd never hurt her

Lance being sassy again and starting his human lie-detector streak THIS MAN IS TRYING TO GET HIS ADRENALINE ANYWHERE, FLIPPING OFF THE TOP OF RED LION LIKE THAT

"You, up there, come down!" "Alright I'm down, your high and mighty majesty" GET HIM LANCE

Nanny said she wished two young men fought over her, this is probably where the Allurance started I'm an allurance shipper but not for this voltron show so right now I'm only reacting to nanny with heavy judgement

Pidge and Hunk being the only real ones who help Lance, but Keith is just staring down Bokar for being a piece of shit LMAO

Lance making good points about Bokar travelling by himself when a prince wouldn't do that, especially if he was in search for a bride

Apparently Lance knows how a space pirate fights, more angst material for meee

NANNY HAS NO CHILL MY GOD

Pidge learns not to insult the woman that gives him desserts, apparently he likes astrocakes which I like to think are just moonpies with a different name

R E V E N G E

And the reveal that Bokar really is evil His plan is to kidnap Allura and blue for Zarkon, fun Oh and apparently Koba is still watching on Arus and tormenting the mice while he's at it lol

Lance is still on his rampage about Bokar being evil, he's right of course, but man is he volatile

COBRAS IN THE VENT LANCE WAKE THE FUCK UP SINCE WHEN DID LANCE HAVE A KNIFE UNDER HIS MATTRESS

Lance's room number is R110, Keith's is R112, Hunk and Pidge came out of the same room which I assume would be either R111 or R113 I like to think Pidge and Hunk were having a sleep-over holy shit it keeps switching between r110 and r112 for Lance, jfc why does animation do this

MORE COBRAS suddenly the other boys have daggers, I guess they all have em

mmmm they want prince Bokar to pilot blue, obviously it's still early one as the princess agrees that she shouldn't be in blue unless in emergency but still GROSS they haven't tested his combat flight skills, I'm very much a stickler for the rules

This is where lance's sharp shooting skill probably started, he shot at bokars arm but only to hit the cobra under his sleeve which revealed that bokar was indeed the reason why the cobras were in the castle

I don't like that the princess just faints at the sight of a cobra, I know it's a very real fear for people but still that girl has seen nightmares come alive I think she can handle a danger noodle

Alfor ex machina returns again, is alfor part of voltrons spirit?

bokar tries to threaten her to fly blue but she refuses to but keith makes the weird ass call to follow his commands maybe it's to get them out of the water

AND THEN SHE FAINTS AGAIN WHEN SHE SEES HIS ACTUAL COBRA FORM ok this one i kind of understand but goddamn girl get a GRIP

out the open head hatch he goes apparently he can glide with those cobra wings of his

Voltron when we didn't even wake up Allura? I mean I guess she's awake now but maybe make that obvious to the audience guys

Prince bokar is technically listed as a robeast, but it's just his name, he weighs 3960 short tons in his giant form though

suddenly a real lion fades in and roars as voltron is slicing bokar in half? ok i guess

Lance calling Nanny out for being superficial lmao

Allura makes a weird comment about being watched, so she doesn't get taking in by a pretty face and then almost whispers "Unless I want it to happen" girly pop what uh,,, what are you implying here

Episode end! This was a fun one, it's always interesting when the villains stop trying to be obvious and start being smart by sending in spies to get to the team instead

[when-did-this-become-difficult]

Mike is probably tearing Kingstown apart to find Iris, terrified that Milo got her and something happened to her. Meanwhile she went over to him😭

Don't get me wrong I love Iris and her finding Milo is probably either some sort of trauma response or smth else is going on, but I'm so sad.

Why couldn't Iris and Mike just be happy on the boat😭 (alright done venting now)

@tangerinesgf oh it's DEFINITELY a trauma response...idk I have a lot to say about this thank you for the opportunity lol

first off i wanna say I prefer them platonic, if this gets anywhere close to sexual im gonna throw a fit, she's so so young and traumatized but thank god so far it doesn't look like they're going that way

but anyways yes! Iris's choice is fascinating BUT I think it makes so much sense if you look at her response to everything and everything that she's experienced in her life...when Milo was in prison, he was still so powerful that he dictated the exact terms of her abuse, and once she was out she had a moment of peace with Mike, but I genuinely feel like the first two episodes of this season have demonstrated to her that Mike does not feel like he is in control. and that is totally normal and understandable from my perspective, and the perspective of like, any grown observer, but she's not...idk her whole life has been determined by these evil powerful men so it's like...to her there's clearly this choice between Milo and Mike—Milo, who is cruel but exceedingly powerful, even having managed to escape prison, and Mike, who is kind but very obviously overwhelmed and not all-powerful, who is clearly losing at the moment in the battle between Milo and Mike, right? Like, she sees Mike's stressed-out face when Milo's brought up and she knows because he tries to get her to go into witsec that he thinks Milo's definitely a threat...I'm so sorry I'm just repeating myself over and over, I'll stop. I will say, I absolutely adored the one moment she had with MIke's mom, even though I remain kind of furious about how the main women on this show are portrayed (not the actresses, god bless them) but like. Fucking Taylor Sheridan pull it together man

from Mike's perspective! Oh yes, he'll be tearing the place up, but unfortunately, now that she's physically with Milo, I think she's gonna have to save herself a bit here, because Mike's not gonna be able to do it like he did with the last guys she was stuck with. Milo's a different caliber (which I kind of hate lmao but that's a rant for another day) and even though he remains quite mysterious, we've already seen that he's willing to cross all lines (killing three feds!) and is very clever and quick on his feet (see: how he took advantage of the riot). So basically, no amount of knocking heads together/good luck/street friendships is gonna be enough to lead Mike to Milo's door. Iris is gonna need not only strength, but also guile, to survive this one. And honestly man...idk. Idk if she has that in her. I hope that she does and that they manage to deliver that to us in a way that's believable, but ffs if I have to skip past ooooooooooone more naked scene with this thirteen-year-old-looking girl like adfs;lklfsadjafds I'm gonna be the one rioting I swear.

I do feel really really fucking bad for MIke about all of this ngl. it's not his fault he's only human & can't protect everybody. and I hope this doesn't impact his relationship with Kyle (re: Kyle not wanting her int he house) because Kyle is clearly going through it as well and that's the last thing we need, a rift between those brothers

[the1975attheirverybest]

I know you probably don't want people to vent to you, but I just had a close friend put me down for liking Matty and it's kinda messing with my mood. They said it was "kinda fucked up" that I liked him. They are a good friend and this kinda came out of nowhere and now Im sad. I know he says some bad stuff sometimes, but my life is so chaotic rn and my enjoyment of this band and Matty is kinda a reprieve from my life. I just don't want them to think I'm a bad person. I don't believe that Matty is bad, but some people don't see that and only assume the worst, and then I feel like the asshole.

- 🦝

Hey, listen, you can ALWAYS vent to me! Promise!!

Also, like, who else are you supposed to talk to? People who don’t know Matty/the band kinda won’t get this sort of thing. Only other fans do! So, this is totally fine.

And, yeah, to be honest, I used to get that a lot. From my sister even! Like, she’s really into punk and emo music. Like really hardcore shit. She does NOT like the 1975, lmao. Even though I’ve told her a thousand times that if she likes punk, she’d love Matty. Cuz he’s legit more punk than whatever bands she likes these days…the genre has devolved into a parody of itself, you can’t really do punk in punk anymore…BUT I DIGRESS!! My point is, she gets all of her impressions of Matty from Twitter. And, we all know what Twitter thinks of Matty. Like, when the podcast shit was going down, she was texting me screenshots everyday like “this is your Matty Healy?” It made me really sad.

It’s difficult cuz it’s not the same type of thing as when people make fun of me for, like, liking Harry Styles. They just think Harry isn’t a “real musician” (whatever the fuck that means) but, with Matty, some people actually think he’s a Nazi!!!!! Like my sister and I got into it a bit cuz she was like “If you’re fine with Matty Healy…I feel like you’re the type of person to end up in a toxic relationship cuz you’ll just let men say shit.” BUT, my thing is, she’s my sister. She knows me. She knows the millions of ways that I stand up for my students when our department policy is discriminatory against some of them. She knows my personal politics and who I am. So, if she can’t give me the benefit of the doubt and/or realize that, if I like Matty, then there must be something about him that PERHAPS! Twitter isn’t showing her??? Then we are in a sorry state as a society. You know?

Besides, I know lots of people say they wish Matty would tone it down for the sake of the rest of the guys and/or the band’s general image, but, I think that’s exactly why he doesn’t what he does. He’s asking for a little more nuance and real thought in debates around art. He doesn’t want art to become sterilized, corporate-friendly, performative activism, cuz art is where real thought and real resistance happens. And if there’s no space in it for push-back, then we lose as a society. So, the way I see it is, the fact that not everyone loves him, that he’s not another Harry Styles or whatever, is proof that he’s right and it’s working. You could try and explain that to people? Some people will get it, some, like my sister, will be like “yeah, sounds like you’re being brainwashed by a dude” … her loss honestly, cuz Matty has given me so much courage and joy and if she wants to dig in and miss out on it cuz punk Twitter can’t candle that Matty is more badass than them…then alright. She’s my sister and one of my best friends but she’s objectively wrong here lmao.

Bottom line is, they don’t have to love Matty but they love you. And if they do, they’ll understand who you are as a person is proof enough that you’re not a homophobe/Nazi/whatever the fuck the world misunderstands Matty to be. If they can’t see that, then, sorry but you may need a new friend? Hope that makes sense?

YOU CAN ALWAYS FANGIRL WITH US THOUGH 💗💗