#just to get the sick out of their community you know. getting real desperate

[tricoufamily]

commune time

[thediaryofaurora]

General HCs

=Tim Wright/Masky=

- Twenty seven, only a little older than Brian.

- 6’0, buff dad bod.

- White with a small percentage of Native American.

- His childhood was ROUGH. His mom just dumped him off at a psyche ward whenever he started having hallucinations and rarely ever went to visit. He grew up completely isolated other than the other patients, never had any parental care or real friends. At around fifteen he burnt down the hospital and lived on the streets for a few years.

- After he was able to get into college he met Brian, and they immediately got along. Tim can’t communicate his feelings or even know what he��s feeling, but Brian can easily read people, is easy to talk to, and open minded, which is exactly what Tim needed. In all honesty, Brian’s the closest thing he’s ever had to a family.

- He is so desperate to feel any sliver of normality. Living at a strange, paranormal mansion, not remembering anything he does on missions, and not being able to have any normal social life makes him physically ill. Occasionally the proxies get a month or two off and that really the closest he ever gets to feeling normal, or even happy. Being able to watch TV in a normal house, go grocery shopping, get a part time job, do anything without worry or guilt, it’s the only good part about his life.

- Genuinely has a smoking issue, if you couldn’t tell. Goes through like two packs a DAY and has to buy them in bulk like a middle aged woman getting almonds at Costco.

- Has a little apartment a few miles away from the mansion with Brian. They were originally going to get separate ones close by, but Brian was too worried Tim would sieze out or have an episode to leave him alone.

- He gets sick SO easily. Not just from The Operator, he catches a cold at least every other month.

- Has an old, rusty pick up truck him and Brian drive around.

- Gets along surprisingly well with Natalie, sometimes they smoke together. It’s hard for him to understand her accent, but he doesn’t mind her company nonetheless. He finds her super interesting, and extremely intimidating — but he’d never mention that.

- Doesn’t necessarily mind Toby, but he does think he’s kind of an asshole. They get along on occasion, however he can be a jerk. To Tim he’s a snarky, reckless teenager, and to Toby Tim’s a nagging older brother who won’t ease up. When they have to work together Brian is usually alongside them, and his demeanor somewhat evens them out.

- Shockingly enough, he’s a morning person. Especially in the spring. Right before the sunrise when theres a light blue haze, dew on the leaves and buildings, and a cool breeze, it’s one of the rare times he feels peaceful.

- Almost exclusively eats microwaved meals. He can’t cook for shit and he doesn’t care enough to try.

- When him, Brian, and Toby are stationed away from the mansion they stop at hole in the wall diners. He always gets a black coffee and scrambled eggs, he likes to see if the places make them any different than the others.

- He listens to country music.

- Can’t really figure out any new technology. He’s not old or anything, he just has no means to. Still has an iPod and listens to CDs.

- More onto Masky now!!

- Unlike Hoodie, this guy does have malicious intent. Can and will attack anyone who possesses him off or gets in his way.

- EXTREMELY short temper. Won’t put up with Toby whatsoever and has beaten the shit out of him, no remorse.

- He is aware of what happens in Tim’s life, rather than how Tim doesn’t know what happens when Masky fronts. If something or someone slightly upset Tim, Masky is FUMING. Any slight emotion Tim feels, he feels ten times stronger — and more aggressively.

- Hoodie gets on his nerves, but they work well together. Masky is ruthless and doesn’t care what happens to who, while Hoodie is only aggressive by order.

- Masky prefers Kate over any proxy, even though him and Hoodie work together the most. She knows hot to shut up and get shit done, and he almost admires her for it. She’s fast, efficient, and not empathetic when it comes to victims. The only reason they’re not always paired together is because their killing styles don’t line up. She’s a hunter, while Masky is a brute that focuses on how he kills.

- He can front for extremely long, sometimes up to a few months, and when he fronts he does not sleep at all, which bites Tim in the ass.

- Extremely high pain tolerance. He can get stabbed and still be focused on getting the job done, he’ll deal with the pain after the fact.

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[rowdyluv]

blurb Extension to: Finding out They’re Having A Baby

word count: 1.3k

As if telepathy was real Ellen knocked on the door and entered after announcing herself. “Now that emotions are out. Let’s go both of you, out here. We’re getting this settled, and Luke.” Ellen’s tone of voice started of soft and turned to one only mother ready to discipline has. “Your father and I raised you better than this. I thought you knew better than to raise your voice at your significant other. Even when angry you can keep a level tone of voice.” Luke’s face falls as he glances over at the love of his life. He knew yelling at her was wrong. He knew everything he said to her was wrong.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to her like that.” Luke’s voice was sincere, but it was clear his heart was racing. Ellen was right, when was she wrong? Ellen and Jim did raise Luke better than he was acting at the moment and he was the one feeling sick now for it.

Rosey’s mother had stayed seated on the sofa waiting Ellen to bring them out, a concerned expression etched on her face. She had never seen her daughter this distressed and it was a side of Luke she had never encountered either. They sat down at the small table in Rosey’s dorm room’s common area, the silence echoing around them like a question left unanswered.

Ellen’s eyes bore into Luke’s, her words a gentle yet firm reprimand. “You need to learn to communicate without letting your anger control you. You’re not just hurting Rosey, you’re also damaging the trust between you two. She’s your partner, not someone to be talked down to or dismissed like that. You have to apologize to her, not just to me. Your actions in there were unacceptable and unnecessary. You two acted as adults, you bear the responsibility of adults.” She wasn’t condescending or rude to her youngest son when reprimanding him, but she made sure he knew that she was serious.

Luke nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of his actions. His eyes reflected the storm of emotions brewing inside him: regret, anger at himself, and a desperate longing to take back his harsh words. He turned to Rosey, who sat with her arms folded tightly across her chest, her eyes downcast. The room felt as if it had shrunk, the weight of the silence pressing down on them like a heavy blanket.

"Rosey," he began, his voice quivering with sincerity. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I had no right to accuse you of joking about something so serious." He reached out a hand to her, but she didn't move to take it. The air was thick with unspoken words and the scent of her perfume, which usually brought him comfort, now seemed to taunt him with its sweetness. He got up off the couch moving to kneel in front of her, “I’m sorry I called you by your legal name..Rosey, honey please.”

Her eyes remained downcast, but he could see the slight tremble in her chin as she tried to hold back tears. He knew he had hurt her deeply, and the sight was like a knife twisting in his gut. The room was a canvas of shadows and soft light, painting a stark contrast to the turmoil inside him.

"Rosey, please," Luke's voice was a whisper, as if the weight of his apology could somehow break the delicate silence. "Look at me." He took a deep breath, bracing himself for her reaction. When she finally met his gaze, her eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and it was all Luke could do to keep his own emotions in check.

Ellen and Rosey's mother exchanged glances, both of them feeling the tension in the room. They had raised their children to communicate with respect and love, and this was a moment of truth for all of them. Luke's mother gave him a subtle nod, urging him to continue, to express the depth of his regret.

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, Luke," Rosey's voice was barely audible, "but when you shouted like that, it felt like you didn't trust me." She paused, her eyes searching his face for any signs of understanding. "And calling me ‘y/n'... it's like you didn't even see me as the person I have always been to you."

Her words hung in the air, a gentle rebuke that resonated through Luke's entire being. He nodded, his throat feeling as if it had been sewn shut. He desperately wanted to explain, to make her see that his outburst was born from fear and shock, not from a lack of faith in her. But the knot in his throat only grew tighter, making it difficult to breathe, let alone speak. He swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump that had formed.

"I know," he croaked out, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or make you feel like I didn't trust you." He took another deep breath, willing his voice to steady. "It just...it all came out wrong. I was scared, and I didn't know how to handle it." His eyes searched hers, seeking any glimmer of forgiveness or understanding.

Rosey reached out and brushed her hand through his curls, a gesture that was as tender as it was surprising. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of warmth through him, grounding him in a way that nothing else could. She didn't pull away from his gaze, and the warmth in her eyes grew, slowly thawing the ice that had constricted his throat. It was a silent apology of her own, an acknowledgment that she had contributed to the situation as well.

“Lukey, I’m scared too.. terrified really. But if I have you I think I’ll be just fine yeah?”

The moment the words left her lips, Luke felt the tightness in his chest ease just a bit. Her use of the nickname she had for him brought a ghost of a smile to his face, and he nodded, feeling some of the tension dissipate. He took her hand in his, the warmth of her skin calming the storm in his own.

He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "So, we're going to be parents, huh?" he whispered to himself, his voice a mix of wonder and fear. The reality of it all was sinking in, but the love he felt for her was unshakeable. He could feel the steady beat of her pulse under his lips, a rhythm that matched his own racing heart.

If Luke knew anything besides hockey, it was that his baby was going to have one hell of a mom. He had seen the way Rosey lit up around children, the gentle way she had with animals, and the fierce determination in her eyes when she set her mind to something. He knew she would be a natural, that she would love and protect their child with every fiber of her being. The thought filled him with a warmth that surpassed the guilt and anger that had consumed him moments ago.

“It may not be what we had planned, but there’s no one else in this world that I would ever, in any lifetime, want to be experiencing this with.” Luke assured Rosey.

Rosey giggled. “Silly boy, we don’t have a plan!”

“I know that I plan to marry you someday.” Luke’s tone was serious and she was shocked silent. “I don’t need to plan for anything else, you’re all I need.”

He gently pulled her into his arms, her eyes widened in surprise but she didn’t resist. He kissed her softly, feeling the tremble of her lips against his own, the sweetness of her breath mingling with his. It was a kiss filled with promise and love, a silent apology for his earlier behavior. He knew that words alone couldn’t erase the hurt, but he hoped that his actions would speak louder than any words could. “I love you, Ro, so so much.”

[bettysupremacy]

Steve-o

Summary: Steve thinks you’re very pretty, and desperately needs your number.

A/N: i love Steve. a lot.

The world stops for approximately 5 second when Steve Harrington first sees you. It’s heavy crashing infatuation that has Steve questioning, is love at first sight real?

He’s never been a believer in this sort of thing, you get to know them, you fall for them. At least, that’s how it was with Nancy. You can’t fall In love with a person you’ve never met, you don’t even know them. 

But that’s what Steve found so beautiful, the unknown. 

“Dude, why aren’t you walking?” Robin turns from where she stands, realizing Steve is no longer beside her.

“It’s her, Robs.” He breathes.

“It’s who?” 

“My soulmate, my pairing, my one true love.” He contradicts everything he believes in.

“Oh my god,” Robin groans annoyedly. “You cannot be serious right now, Steve.” 

He nods. “As a heart attack.” 

Papers scatter the Scoops Ahoy wheel table you sit at. They’re filled with words and colorful highlighter. Smart, he thinks, I know she’s smart.

“Get your ass over here and keep walking, we’re gonna be late.” He won’t budge. “God, please, Steve.”

“I need her number.” He shakes his head.

“You need one less late clock in.” 

Steve whines, breaking his eye sight on you for the first time. “Let me have this, Robs.” 

“I’ve let you have 3 late days, one more and Kieth said he’d fire your ass.” 

“Kieth says a lot of things.” He turns his head to her. “How do I ask? Name first? Number? Age?” 

“Well typically you introduce yours-“ 

“Fuck off, Robin, I know what I’m doing.” 

He takes a moment. Maybe he should’ve let Robin finish her advice, he’s never been this nervous to ask out a girl. 

“This level of melodramatic is a new low, Steve.” 

“Fuck off.” This pushes him to walk into Scoops. 

When he reaches the table, it’s an obvious realization that you’re studying. The papers are neat despite thrown around, and there’s a highlighter key next to your elbow. He feels guilty interrupting. 

Be normal! Repeats in his head like a mantra. God!

“Hi,” he starts, he feels like he could throw up. “I’m Steve.” 

You startle. “Hi, Steve.” 

He laughs nervously. Robin rolls her eyes so hard her head tilts back and her hands come up to cover her face exasperatedly. You smile. Steve doesn’t. 

He takes a look around the room awkwardly.  How could he ever stand these blue and red lights? “I used to work here yanno.” 

You nod. “You work in the video store now.”

“That I do.” He bounces in his new shoes, “Wait, have you been in?” 

“Yeah, I come every Saturday.” 

“No shit.” He breathes. You look taken aback, a little confused, a little offended.

“I mean! No shit, I would’ve remembered a face so pretty.”

“Good one, dingus.” 

“Take a walk.” He replies quickly. 

“Do you.. need something?” You ask carefully. His face crumples and something sick in your heart twists. “Not to be rude! I just- English 101 doesn’t finish itself.” 

“English 101! You go to Hawkins Community? I was gonna go, I just wanted a taste of hardworking minimum wage life first” his eyes widen, “not that what you’re doing isn’t hard work!” 

Can the world just cave in on him now? Shoot me.

“She asked a question, Steve-o” Robin puts in. Unhelpfully.

He glares at Robin. “I was wondering if I could get your number? It’s okay if not!” He adds quickly. “Just like- maybe we could go out sometime?” 

Your head spins, pretty boy comes and asks for your number? You can’t mess this up. 

“You like movies?” 

“Uhh duh,” Steve laughs. Robin doesn’t know how much more she can take of this. “Totally.” 

“You pick a movie,” You smile, “and come over Saturday. I’ve got a really big tv.” 

Now Steve may be nervous, but he wasn’t born yesterday. 

“Yeah!” He seems overeager. “Yeah,” he fixes. “I’ll pick out a movie.” 

“Okay.” You smile up at him.

He juts out his wrist. “You can write it.. here.” 

Your laugh cuts through his nerves like a sharp knife. “Yeah, okay.”

Pretty pink highlighter seeps into Steve’s unblemished wrist. He watches you write your number moonstricken. Your fingers press into his skin warmly and something turns in his tummy, you’re so pretty. 

“Well I’ll be seeing you..” He looks at his wrist, “Y/N.” 

“I’ll be seeing you, Steve-o” She takes from Robin. 

He laughs, turning to walk with Robin again. “Steve-o” he mouths. 

Robin is sure to have an aneurism. They were supposed to clock in 3 minutes ago. 

“You happy with yourself?” 

Steve grins, big and boyish. “Yeah, I am.” 

[threepandas]

Bad End: Happy Hunting! (1)

I should have known better. They told us. TRAINED US. Over and over, drilled into our heads! Don't assume! Don't PROJECT Human body language onto alien species! Think that just because they look similar, are ACTING similar, their brains are in any way WORKING similar!

Not every species pack bonds! Some of them are PREDATORS. Be CAREFUL!

I was an idiot. A fucking IDIOT!

I gasped for air. Ran. Ran and ran and RAN. Desperately trying to put distance between me and the hunters behind me. I could hear screams. Crashing. The sound of weapon fire. The air here wasn't RIGHT. Too high in oxygen? Too low? Some other trace element, slowly poisoning my lungs?

I didn't know. Scared! Oh god, I'm so scared!

I thought he was my friend!

Thought THEY were my friends! Stupid. So God damned stupid! You really will pack bond with ANYTHING, won't you?! They bare their teeth and you fucking thought it was a SMILE! No wonder I barely graduated. They never should have-!

A root catches my foot.

Crashing to the mulch of the forest floor. Scramble to get up. My ankle on fire. Hurts. Oh god it hurts! Ignore it. Go! Keep going! Gotta get OUT! Find a ship. Any ship! Radio for help!

All the trees look the same. Am I even going in a straight line? Deeper or across? Away from civilization? I don't know how to survive here! Can I even drink the water? No. Run! Just RUN! Nothing else!

I can't hear them.

Him.

I thought he was my friend.

My grades were shit. Worst of the Best, but ultimately good enough. Got to see the stars. The galaxy. Meet real life aliens. Was a glorified gofer for the Earthling Diplomat's Entourage. Galactic Council offered staff. Wasn't really an offer. We took um. Some of them were the "better" guards then the super military badasses we had brought.

Military badasses were pretty offended.

But I was a gofer. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Just here for the aliens, right? Yay getting to meet some, right? I couldn't even PRONOUNCE their species name. I was mortified. Tried my damnedest. They thought it was hilarious. My pronunciation was god awful. Was calling them the cutesy babified version of "office chair".

Met Wolfe. He seemed FRIENDLY. Kind. Considerate. He told jokes. Asked about my day. I started sharing. Hobbies and interests. Stories about home. Explained weird human behaviors. We were close. I... I thought we were close! Was it a lie? Was everything A LIE!?

When my rotation in space was coming to an end, I was SAD! Fucking HEARTBROKEN! That I might never see my friends again. Since communication between our two planets wasn't even stabilized yet. Might never be. I wanted to savor our time together. Treasure it!

But then things started to go wrong.

Random malfunctions, that delayed and delayed us. Lost communications that nearly caused interplanetary incidents. Took days and weeks to fix at a time. People went MISSING. We looked. Every time we LOOKED!

They're dead, aren't they? Oh god. Dozens of crew members DEAD.

Then the engine "broke". Conveniently just close enough for us to make an emergency landing on this planet! And oh, would you look at THAT! A sacred cultural festival!? They won't help us unless we join in.

It's a MARRIAGE HUNT.

Heavy emphasis on the HUNT part!

They weren't surprised. Not a single one. Every last one just turned too different people and... and...! Wolfe planned this. THEY planned this! We're gonna die. I trusted him and now I'm gonna DIE! Can't breathe! Branches whipping at my arms and hair and face, as I RUN. Down slopes. Across shallow rivers. Even as my limbs BURN. I... I HAVE TOO-!

A powerful wall of muscle slams into me.

I scream. Thrash, even as I fall. My arms are easily tucked and pinned against my side, as the body covering mine rolls with me down a slight incline. The smell of wet plant matter and upturned soil thick in the strange air. Dizzy. I feel sick. Oh god please no!

Heat and pressure pin me down. Arms like thick steel bands. Still, I struggle, like a cornered animal. I have too. They always tell you to FIGHT. Only chance and survival. The deep rumble of crooned reassurances in an alien dialect fill my ear. I can feel how DEEPLY he breathes me in, before each sentence. Like hes been holding back and finally no longer has too, is giddy with it. How his hands already spread possessively, eager to explore.

And he's strong. Oh god, he's so strong! Please please please! Let go. LET GO!

"Shhhhhh shh shh, is 'okay' now. I have you. You ran so hard! Did so well! My precious little human~ so brave. So strong. You did it! Now, no one can EVER seperate us! You don't have to worry anymore. No more tears~" Hunter, Warrior, oh god it was never a GRIN-! His teeth are so sharp. Pressed so close to my skin!

"I'll take care of EVERYTHING~"

I'm scared.

[deadbydangit]

Hi! Welcome back :) Can I please request how Nurse, Plague, and Mastermind would act when they're desperate for attention/affection? I saw this prompt for some of the other killers and thought it was a great idea.

I believe I can. Please enjoy.

When they want your attention

Nurse, Plague, Mastermind

Nurse

Sally isn't a needy person.

Sure, she'll want affection.

But she's not clingy.

She knows when to give space, and she knows when to get close.

She's also very good at communication.

You always know when something's wrong.

So it's very rare when she acts up for attention.

And it's not really acting up.

Usually, she'll just ask you.

But there are times when she's feeling particularly sensitive and doesn't want to say that out loud.

Times when she's remembering her husband, his death, or her time working at the asylum.

Those were all particularly traumatic times for her.

During those times she's more likely to seclude herself than to come find you.

Romantic or platonic, Sally has a very mother-like personality.

She wants to be the one taking care of you, not the other way around.

Rather, she doesn't want to burden you with her problems.

Therefore, so isolate herself.

And she'll get very quiet.

Oftentimes, you'll see her staring out at the sky blankly.

Maybe even crying.

But she tries to hide that.

Although it's not a way of begging for attention, it's her way of saying she needs somebody.

Needs you.

First, make sure she knows you're there.

She's not someone you want to startle.

After, just bring her in for a tight hug.

No words need to be said.

Just you, holding her.

That's all she needs.

Plague

Adria is the complete opposite of clingy.

She actually prefers her space.

That's not to say she dislikes receiving affection.

But she's definitely not as touchy feely as some may be.

While she likes to be around you, she doesn't like you to be close to her.

She really doesn't want to get you sick.

And, occasionally, she'll vomit without warning.

And you really, really, don't want to get hit with that vomit.

When she's having a better health day, she's more likely to indulge you with some hugs.

Maybe a kiss on the head.

It's her way of protecting you.

When she has bad health days it's pretty obvious.

She'll be bedridden or stuck over a trash can of some sorts.

It's not exactly asking for attention.

But, it's certainly a time where she'll need more attention.

She prides herself on being able to take care of you, to look after you, to make sure you're safe.

Not being able to do so?

It makes her feel inadequate and pathetic.

If you ask her if she needs help she'll adamantly say no.

But she's really hoping you will anyways.

She doesn't like to ask you for help.

Again, it just makes her feel like she's failing as a partner and a protector.

Make sure she has access to water at all times, and make sure there's a trash can by her.

She couldn't ask for anything else, even if it's the bare minimum.

If you really want to make her happy though, start reading a book and sit beside her.

If you pick something out that you know she enjoys, she'll practically feel better right away.

Adris is particularly interested in poetry about nature and the ocean.

It may not be the ideal way of asking for attention, but you're all she needs.

Mastermind

Wesker says he's not a needy person.

Keyword being says.

He may act all cool and aloof.

But underneath his cold exterior?

A real softy.

Don't tell him that though.

He's as needy as they come.

But he's so subtle about it that it makes you think you're the needy one.

And he does that entirely on purpose.

He's trying to maintain his whole tough guy demeanor.

One of the most annoying things he does is hide your things.

But he's so quick about it that you merely think you misplace them.

That's all part of his plan.

You'll go crazy looking for it before finally asking him for help.

Why does he do this?

Because he knows you'll give him attention if he finds the item for you.

And he always does. That's because he's hiding it behind his back.

Other times, he'll pretend to be heavily invested in work. So much so that he forgets you around.

Only for you to go up and give him a hug.

He'll pretend to be annoyed, but he secretly overjoyed.

If none of that works, he'll simply just pick you up and take you away.

Where?

Anywhere he can safely be alone with you.

[coffeegnomee]

ugh sometimes watching Kab pov I get real sympathetic for how difficult it must be to be in her brain and just be so confused all the time and exhausted about masking her feelings to make other people trust her and her pain in wanting to be vulnerable and receive vulnerability and feel deep reciprocal love.

But then she says shit, really fucking mean and toxic shit towards mental health and healing and it triggers my own fight or flight and i become a ball of rage.

And like, I do get it. When you start your journey of mental health healing you often become the toxic one as you throw the shit people have said to you at everyone who also has similar mental health issues as you. (been there done that) Doing it to process your own rage at being told these things, or thinking, out of desperation, that if you can just get them to fix themselves quickly, you can fix yourself quickly. The bullied becomes the bully.

But then time passes and you realize this shit is hard to overcome. (or maybe it won't ever be overcome! and that's okay!) And you stop being toxic and you start being compassionate, to yourself and others. And eventually you start to heal and become confident in your own self worth and the validity of your emotions.

But before then it's the fucking worst place to watch someone be in. And that place is unfortunately where we are right now.

below is a short transcript of the convo this reflection is based off of. it can be triggering so like, don't feel obliged to read it.

11/10/24 kab vod: "I have no idea what's happening"

1:42:00 KAB: “what about how he makes me feel? Why is it so important what he feels and to accommodate everything he’s feeling? Why do i have to conceded to that???”

1:44:00 “I’m sick of having to accommodate to everyone else’s actions” 

realizing your masking is hurting you is one of the worst realizations (imo). bc the mask keeps you safe, but if you can't process or give worth to your real emotions, it's not serving you.

so she swaps from processing her own feeling to being angry at zam.

1:47:00 She gets he needs time and space, but “We don't have time for to try and sit and process your emotions properly. Do it after we deal with this fucking issue [...] sometimes you just need to toughen up” 

Fucking hell the trigger i just felt for just toughen up. 

1:48:00 “i need to know what he’s thinking so that we can work together. In a team!” 

what team!?!

“‘Does zam really hate communication more than he likes spawn and the server’ literally. Like pick your priorities dude.”

I’m going to fucking throw up. Because yes. Actually yes. Unfortunately and actually yes. He's gotten a lot better but like.

1:53:00 “I dunno. I wish he would care about himself as much as i care about him. Hard to see him like this [pause] maybe he does need more nurturing than i can give him bro ugh. I am just not- i am not good at that shit. I think it’s stupid [..] when you have a job to do [..] just shove your emotions away for a bit. And then you can process them later” 

I was going to say this is just eclipse, but I just realized that maybe it's just this is exactly the perception Zam had of Vi: that Vi just wanted him to move on when he couldn't. All his deepest fears of what Vi wanted from him are being personified into a new person. 

(also he is shoving his emotions away and that's why he's not processing it and giving you an answer for why he "doesn't know"????? but since he's not a perfect ball of joy and masking to you and because he is doing what you can't (shove emotions away) you are in rage)

1:54:00  “But it’s like, while there’s a life or death situation that literally determines the entire server we don't have time to be like, holding your hand, you know? Like, you're an adult” ughh fuck. being broken is inconvenient for others and age is seen as an invalidation to any of your real brokenness. If you're old you no longer have the right to be broken. Can we please change this narrative? thx

“If he cared enough he would actively try and do something to help himself in this situation” 

Interesting choice of words to say "he would try to help himself if he cared" complaining about others not "working" on themselves (and you can never know if someone is working on themselves bc you're not in their brain) helps nobody bc you can only control yourself.

“You just want to sit and feel bad about yourself” no that's what you're doing kab

“He got me to fucking open up to him and pour my heart out and is now turning his back on that entirely. That’s what i’m actually more upset about” 

oh the naive belief that because you pour your heart out to someone they must reciprocate. That is the risk you take when you are honest with someone about your feelings. They are at no obligation to reciprocate ever. Never ever. But that doesn't mean your feelings aren't true and it doesn't mean you shouldn't have done it. Love is a risk.

But also she feels she was forced into it. Forced to be vulnerable and she hates the vulnerability. She doesn't remember (or believe) that Zam promised to not use it against her. She isn't willing to give him the chance to not use it against her. He simply knows and that is a threat.

So love turns into spite. Instantly. And she doesn't want to talk to him anymore. And decides that she will just be fake to him.

oh girl. keeping the mask on doesn't help anything. 

“I’ve lost a lot of respect for him today. I’m done trying to impress him”

and so the mask returns. and healing stops.

[allwormdiet]

Extermination 8.3

Oh fucking boy

This isn't a really revelatory passage, it's just like. Even more reinforcement that Leviathan is a fucking beast. More dead, more downed.

Taylor the fact that you even bothered to show up is above and beyond what should ever be asked of you, you are fifteen for fuck's sake, staking your life against the defeat of a hateful animate Splash Mountain is not your fucking purview! You should be playing Minecraft or something!

"Sorry I wasn't traumatized in a way that lets me save your life" Hello??

I can't imagine Taylor gets to feel like a part of most communities, honestly. Also I'm not sure that the cape community is any kind of monolith, so whether she "fits in" with them all is kind of moot.

Byyyye, Iron Falcon.

That's such a funny thing to ask somebody, honestly.

And then this is a crazy hardcore thing to ask somebody. This arc does a lot to establish that Skitter is just straight up on another level when it comes to comfort on the battlefield compared to even veteran capes, girl will nearly get pulped by Neptune's fucking wrath and then wonder why other people died while she's still conscious

Oh, Taylor. I'm so sorry, he only gets worse the more layers you get into him.

Also. Okay so Gregor the Snail felt like a pretty sympathetic perspective on how fatphobia stings people, but the life and death of Chubster in the realm of this story... kinda sucks. Like oh no, he's too heavy for Skitter to save him, have to leave him to drown I guess. I'm not saying it's an impossible circumstance, it just feels crass to have it in.

Hey Flechette, keep up the good work girl

The thing I keep coming back to with the Endbringers is that. Okay. These things have been causing horrific damage, mass death, and world-changing devastation for decades, and they've never been killed, and only one cape has ever meaningfully made the things fuck off in the history of ever. They are considered to be the most likely cause of extinction for humanity. Every time it seems like they're winning, even in the short-term, it's just the setup for another knockdown. It's giving them hope just so the despair hits deeper. What are the odds that's on purpose? What are the odds that everything the Endbringers suffer except Scion is just play-acting for them? Selling the capes' moves like it's a wrestling match, even as they don't feel a goddamn thing.

What if it's all just a sick game to an alien god?

This is so cool and so, so fucking dire.

God that's dark

Sacrifice play. Some desperate attempt to redeem himself in the public view maybe? A genuine belief that he can make this stick? I dunno. It doesn't matter, unfortunately.

What a way to sell the fucking outrageous devastation that this monster unleashes in the span of. What, an hour? Less?

Also hey what good is all the missiles and lasers and forcefields if Leviathan is just gonna pick the whole PHQ up and smash it onto the shoreline

So many goddamn downed, it's crazy. And y'know, knowing the rest of the arc we know Tattletale's still standing but of course Skitter is fucked up over losing Tattletale, that's the last person she's got who's willing to extend a hand towards her.

Most powers are dead useless here let's be real

Hey, good job Eidolon

Fucking brave of y'all to be shooting Bakuda bombs anywhere in the same ZIP code as someone you care about, but also god it would be so cool if this had actually worked. Just fucking lock Leviathan down in time out for a hundred years or so, buy that much time? Shame it fails.

Well. I'm not gonna miss the fucking Nazis, but rip in peace Dauntless, we hardly knew ye.

Triumvirate member tagged out. Alexandria was already down for the count, wasn't she? Or she at least stopped showing up at some point, so now it's just Eidolon repping the Big Three

although I guess if you asked Eidolon he'd call it "just Big Me"

First dead kid out of the lot, I think, if we don't count Falcon dying off the battlefield. Sorry, Shielder. I think Leviathan knew you were strong enough to keep being a problem. Gotta be fucking awful for Laserdream though, watching your brother die violently in front of you is. I actually can't imagine, thank fuck.

And then Sundancer down but not out. Honestly if anyone was gonna have decent odds of doing damage I'd have given it to The Fucking Sun, but that doesn't do much for defense does it.

Fucking outrageously brutal, god.

Man. I didn't even think about the fact that this thing is silent the entire time. No Godzilla roars or shit the entire time, nothing except for the rush of water.

Clockblocker keeps coming in clutch to save the day against citywide threats... Someone please for the love of god stop putting these children in the line of fire.

Also interesting that Taylor might be the only one here whose first response is to get him out of the water, for all that he's been her enemy.

Clever.

Taylor can be really harshly judgmental at times but I'm gonna be real I'm with her on this one, Trickster what the actual fuck is your problem. Like good job I guess but what the hell.

Y'know, the fucked up thing is that Armsmaster actually isn't wrong here, and his plan could've worked if he was, uhh. Genuine about it.

Does everybody's ability to give a speech go down the fucking toilet when an Endbringer is within half a mile of them? Is that what it is?

Current Thoughts

Wildbow really fucking knows how to put a battle together. Our POV character isn't actually fighting through 95% of this entire arc (and maybe shouldn't have been fighting in that 5% but we'll get there) but you feel just totally surrounded by the death and devastation that's raining down on all sides.

Unfortunately, I think it's about time for Armsmaster's big reveal on how to lose an arm and a shitload of credibility in record timing.

[starryluminary]

Oddly specific ask but: do you have any hcs for how Noco's first kiss (I mean serious kiss not the ear incident) could have been like?

Yes, actually. I am a strong believer that they had their first real kiss on Island before Noah was eliminated (or at least that’s what I like to believe). Here’s how I see it happening:

(Uhm. I kind of got carried away and wrote way too much, so I put it under a read more. TLDR is Noah apologized for the ear kiss, Cody admitted he liked it and they both kissed for real)

The night of the end of the Awake-a-thon both Cody and Noah are stressed out about the ear kiss incident. Noah in particular is kicking himself cause he actually thought he could have a friend in Cody. They had the most engaging conversations about the latest video game and about mean kids at school and about how the island sucked and he was having fun for once and he just had to ruin it by kissing Cody in his sleep. It kept him awake. It made him sick. He had to apologize to Cody.

And so he goes, getting out of bed and out of the cabin to look for Cody. He sees the lights on in the communal bathroom. He trots over to the bathroom, hoping to find who he’s looking for so his walk outside wasn’t for nothing.

Lo and behold: one Cody The Geek in his pajamas doing nothing but staring at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn’t even notice the figure at the door until it knocks, startling him back to reality. There’s a pause as they make eye contact for the first time since the incident. Silence. A beat passes.

“Hey.” “Hey.”

Noah doesn’t let Cody say another word before he blurts out a fast “I’m sorry”. He lets another beat pass. He doesn’t know how to do this. Still he tries, saying he has no idea why he did it and how he’d understand if Cody never wanted to even look at him again because of it. He doesn’t admit how the conversation they both had was the highlight of his stay at Camp Wawanakwa so far, or how guilty he feels knowing that having the incident televised could potentially ruin his life.

Not out loud, anyway.

Yet another beat passes by as Cody takes in Noah’s apology. He stares at Noah, who’s gaze has moved to fixate on the floor. He smiles. Despite everything, Cody smiles. Noah doesn’t understand how. Cody says it’s “all good” with the confidence he so desperately pretends to have. He wants to be able to hang out with Noah again without the air of awkwardness between them- it was an accident, after all. He doesn’t admit he’s spent all this time in the bathroom figuring out how to talk to Noah again, or how being kissed by someone for the first time made him feel something he’s never quite felt before.

Not out loud, anyway.

Noah manages to look at Cody again. He smiles with him. They leave the bathroom considering each other friends. They couldn’t be happier. They don’t admit this out loud, of course.

So they talk over breakfast in the mess hall. They hang out in the free time before the next challenge. Cody hears Noah laugh for the first time. What a beautiful sound. Noah sees Cody loosen up and swing his hands around as he talks for the first time. The motions are mesmerizing. They talk into the night, enough that the Gopher boys kick them out of the cabin. They gladly leave- who needs them?

They settle just outside the mess hall. They’ve gotten so comfortable around each other in such little time, it’s almost sickening. What’s even more sickening is Cody absentmindedly admitting the kiss on his ear felt nice.

…There’s that all too familiar beat again.

Noah raises an eyebrow in curiosity. It did? Cody wants to explode for the slip-up, but stands his ground instead. So… maybe it did feel nice. Maybe… he wouldn’t mind feeling it again. He wants to at least try to save face, say he wants to feel it with Gwen instead.

Noah, shockingly, doesn’t let him voice the thought.

It was quick, but it was there. It was real. That glittery feeling of being kissed. Noah must be out of his mind to have kissed Cody again- on his lips, no less. A million different thoughts crossed Noah’s mind, but none of them were louder than the stars in Cody’s eyes. Or the redness of his cheeks. Or the shakiness of his breaths.

The beat that passes this time is full. Full of questions asked with a look and answers expressed in a movement. It’s hardly even noticed as they both lean in to feel that spark again.

Cody tastes sweet. Kind of like candy.

Noah tastes like mint. Maybe he knew this would happen.

For a first kiss, it wasn’t bad. Maybe because they had nothing to compare to. Maybe because they liked each other more than they thought. Maybe because the feeling was exhilarating and they both so desperately wanted to feel it again.

Not that they’d ever admit it out loud.

[snowwybear]

Mother Goose | chapter three

Summary: all you can do love despite the world filled with hate. For 3 years you have been dating your loving boyfriend Joel Miller, while also being a motherly figure to his teenage daughter Sarah. The two of you get separated the day of the outbreak never to see each other again. 20 years later the two of reunite.

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Warnings: spoilers for the hbo show and video game, fluff, mentions of injuries

~2034~

"Hold still," you say, your voice firm as you press the cloth soaked in alcohol against Tommy's side. The sharp scent fills the air, mixing with the stale smell of sweat and blood.

"Ow!" Tommy flinches, his face scrunching up in pain. "Watch it, will ya? I’m not made of steel, you know."

You roll your eyes, continuing to clean the wound. "How many times have I told you—"

"Not to go down that trail, I know, I know," Tommy interrupts, raising his hands in mock surrender, though his grin never falters. "But what can I say? I got a knack for bad decisions."

"You’ve got a knack for reckless decisions," you mutter, pressing the cloth harder against the gash on his arm, earning a hiss from him.

"Hey!" Tommy flinches, trying to pull away, but you hold him steady, your grip firm. "I’m already bleedin’ here. Don’t gotta add insult to injury."

"Maybe if you listened for once, you wouldn’t be bleeding at all." When the outbreak happened, you ran blindly, fuelled by adrenaline and terror, desperate to get as far away from the infected as possible. It wasn’t just fear that drove you—it was survival.

For days—maybe even weeks—you searched, clinging to the fragile hope that you could find them again, that somehow, against all odds, you could reunite with your family. But as the world crumbled around you, as cities fell and society devolved into chaos, that hope began to dwindle. You wandered through broken cities, dodging infected and ruthless survivors alike, the weight of uncertainty gnawing at you every day. Eventually, the hope of finding your family faded into a dull ache—a distant dream you barely allowed yourself to think about. The days turned into years, and survival became your only focus.

It wasn’t until a few years ago that Tommy Miller stumbled upon you during one of his patrols. By then, you were a shell of your former self—tired, ragged, barely holding on. You had seen too much, lost too much. But Tommy recognised you instantly. Despite the layers of dirt and exhaustion on your face, he knew you. You could hardly believe it when he said your name, his voice filled with disbelief and relief. In that moment, all the time and distance that had separated you from your past seemed to collapse. For the first time in years, you felt a spark of something you hadn’t dared to feel in a long time—hope.

Tommy didn’t hesitate. He brought you back to the community in Jackson, where you were met with kindness, shelter, and safety—things you hadn’t felt in years. You had grown so used to looking over your shoulder, waiting for the next threat, that the warmth of the community felt almost unreal. But it was real. Tommy and the others nursed you back to health, offering you food, water, and a place to stay. For the first time in a long time, you felt a sense of belonging again.

In return, you offered your skills as a nurse to the community. You tended to the sick and injured, providing medical support in a world where such knowledge had become a rare and precious commodity. It wasn’t the life you had imagined for yourself, but it was something. And more than that—it was a purpose. You were able to help, to contribute, to be part of something larger than just surviving day to day.

"There, all done." You finished patching up Tommy, securing the final bandage around his side.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Tommy said, his voice softer than usual as his fingers lightly grazed the bandages, wincing slightly.

You nodded, wiping your hands and beginning to clean up the supplies. "Try to stay out of trouble, alright?"

Tommy chuckled, though there was a sincerity in his eyes. "I’ll try... for you."

You gave him a small smile, packing away the medical kit. "I’ll hold you to that.

-

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden hue over Jackson as you locked up the clinic. The familiar sounds of the community—children laughing, adults chatting—felt oddly comforting, a reminder of how far you’d come since the chaos of the outbreak.

You took a deep breath, savouring the crisp evening air, and turned to head home when you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure atop it, his silhouette unmistakable. Joel. The years melted away in an instant, your mind flooded with memories of the man you had thought lost to time. He looked older, lines etched on his face, but that same protective intensity radiated from him.

Beside him was a girl—Ellie. Tommy had told you that Sarah had unfortunately passed on outbreak day, but he didn't tell you about this other girl. In fact, he didn't tell you when Joel and Ellie first turned up in Jackson.

Time seemed to freeze as you locked eyes with him. All the years apart, the worry and the longing, culminated in that single moment.

“Joel,” you breathed, stepping forward, almost hesitating. You had imagined this reunion countless times, but now that it was here, you felt a rush of emotion swell within you.

His expression shifted, a mix of surprise and relief washing over his features. “You’re here,” he said, his voice low and rough, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

"Hi.." You whispered hesitant to make any moves. It has been a long, long time since you've seen Joel. You didn't even think he was still alive, but here he was standing in front of you. You didn't know what to do, how to react - do you run and jump into his arms? Or do you keep your distance? You had changed so much since you last saw each other.

You could see the tension in his shoulders ease as he took a tentative step toward you. The wind rustled the leaves overhead, and in that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

“Is it really you?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

You nodded, swallowing hard, emotions bubbling just below the surface. “I thought- I didn't know if you were still alive. After everything…” Your voice trailed off, the memories of the chaos flooding back—fears of being alone, the uncertainty of survival, the ache of separation.

Joel took another step closer, and you noticed Ellie shifting slightly, glancing between the two of you. Her expression was curious, as if she could feel the weight of the moment but didn’t quite understand it.

“Ellie, this is—” Joel started, he paused not quite believing himself that you were standing in front of each other after so many years.

“I’m [Your Name]. It’s nice to meet you.”

Ellie offered a shy smile back, her eyes darting between you and Joel. “So, you two know each other?”

“Yeah, we go way back,” Joel replied, a softness creeping into his tone as he looked at you, momentarily ignoring the slight teasing glint in Ellie’s eyes. He stepped a little closer, the distance between you narrowing as if no years had passed at all.

Ellie tilted her head, clearly intrigued. “What do you mean ‘way back’?”

You chuckled lightly, the sound breaking the tension. Joel rolled his eyes, huffing, and sent Ellie a glare—silently telling her to mind her business.

The playfulness quickly faded into a heavy silence. It had been years since you’d been in Joel’s presence, and though the familiarity was there, the weight of time hung between you both like an invisible wall. You shifted on your feet, unsure of what to do or say.

Joel cleared his throat, his voice low and rough. “Tommy didn’t tell me you were in Jackson.”

“I didn't know you were still alive; I guess I just assumed... he didn't tell me you were here.” You rambled, trying to make sense of this sudden reunion. You had processed the possibility of Joel's death so long ago that when you arrived in Jackson, you didn't think to ask.

Joel's eyes softened, a mix of guilt and surprise in his gaze. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but the words seemed to fail him.

Ellie stood beside him, glancing between you both, clearly curious but wisely staying quiet. Her presence made it even more awkward—another reminder of how much time had passed, how much had changed.

“You—uh—settled here then?” Joel finally asked, shifting uncomfortably, his hands gripping the strap of his pack.

You nodded. “Yeah. I help at the clinic.”

Joel looked down, nodding slowly. His silence said more than words ever could. The years apart had been brutal, and now, standing here together after so long, the air felt thick with everything left unsaid.

Ellie, still watching you with wide, curious eyes, finally broke the silence with a small smirk. “You guys really know each other, huh?”

You and Joel exchanged a glance. “Yeah,” you said, your voice soft. “We go way back.”

Joel let out a quiet, almost reluctant chuckle, but his gaze stayed fixed on you, the years of distance and loss etched in his expression. You swallowed hard, emotions bubbling just beneath the surface, unsure of how to bridge the gap that time had carved between you.

As the sun dipped lower behind the mountains, you both stood there, awkward and unsure, but undeniably connected, just as you had always been.

[je5hko]

Simon Henriksson

headcanons!

I know there might be not much cry of fear enjoyers, but here it is! simon headcanons! ( sick simon )

TW: angst, suicidal tendencies,self harm

sexual topics

Simon is a smoker, obviously, but he’s also picky when it comes to cigarettes. His beloved ones are red or blue Winstons or Malboro gold. He rarely smokes anything else (except when he’s really desperate)

His sleep schedule is fucked up, and i really mean it. Dude can go 3 days without sleeping, and then sleep for 15 hours straight.

The meds. He was supposed to take meds at first, but his mother was not really a fan of that idea. She was convinced that the therapist wanted to drug Simon with pills.

Simon was home schooled through the primary school, and first years of high school. From the lack of communication and social life, between him and other kids, he couldn’t really catch up with other people at school. He was also bullied because of being the “weird kid”

He was also the smartest guy in the school, always having the best grades and all that.

Thats how he met Sophie, firstly helping her with schoolwork, and later listening to her problems. He couldn’t really do much about her personal issues, but he tried his best to be there for her.

Never had a real friend who would listen to him, help him with his problems, and just be there for him. So whenever theres a person who’s nice to him, he becomes obsessed with them (or the other way around, cuts off the contact and dissociates himself from anyone)

Simon wasn’t exactly an extrovert too, he would avoid social interactions and spending time with others, just because he felt like its “right thing to do” and "he doesn’t belong with people"

His depression problems started when he was 10 years old, at first struggling with daily basis of his life, and then ending with caging himself in his own room .

He’s dyslexic. Do not change my mind.

Simon tried to find some kind of coping mechanism for himself, so he would feel a little bit better with spending time alone. Unfortunately the coping mechanism he choose was self harm.

His bestie (who later abandoned him) obviously found out about his self harm problem, she tried to help him somehow, talking with him about this, but it didn’t work.

When Sophie rejected him, he tried to overdose with his mothers antibiotics, or anything he would find in the house. He really loved Sophie.

Whenever Simon was in class (before he locked himself in a room again) he would try to plan his suicide, how would it look like, what would he use to take his life, etc.

Every time he tried to masturbate, he would cry in the middle of doing that… or after.

After the car accident, he wasn’t fully paralysed, he could feel his legs from time to time. If he ever had the opportunity to rehabilitate, and try to recover, he would definitely try to walk again. But he just… couldn’t show himself to the other people. Embarrassment took over him.

He’s really scared of getting actual help, so going to the doctor was almost impossible for him to do. He did it for his mother, that he loved very much.

Speaking of his mother, she was a good person, its just that, she sometimes couldn’t handle her emotions in a right way. She would take out all the bundled up emotions, such as anger, fear, sadness, on her son. Simon didn’t really mind, he knew that she had really tough times throughout her life. He was convinced that he deserved every abuse he got, justifying his mother.

His dad left when he was 10, then his depression started. (what a coincidence!)

He’s an incel. sorry.

Thank yall for reading! it feels so good to be back on tumblr! :D let me know in the comments if you want more cry of fear headcanons!

[antiendovents]

(Hello! We’ve submitted anon stuff to your blogs before, so you might know us as either Willowcore or 🧡🍂, not sure which)

I’m not sure if this is allowed since this vent isn’t fully about endos, but here we go-

i wish we were seen as real people. we’re VERY fictive-heavy due to co-morbid disorders and our main coping mechanism being escapism. i’m a fictive of june/john egbert from homestuck (please call me june!) and i’ve noticed that we’re never really treated as real people. like we have this “friend” (it’s complicated) who doesn’t view us as different from our host and thinks that we’re all her friends even though we don’t know her.

we also have another “friend” who only sees us as fictional characters. they’ve been weird towards us and have invaded our personal space, made gross sexual and transphobic comments (which was weird considering they’re trans too??), and get weird whenever we deviate in any way from our source. they’ve lied to us about not knowing our sources (we’re hesitant interacting with source fandoms and will usually be more reserved about our source memories and stuff around people who we know are fans of that media). they lied and so we said WAYYY more than we would have if we had known they were obsessed with us and our sources.

we also get scared talking about being fictive-heavy because endos ruined it. people now assume that every system with a lot of introjects is an endo and isn’t a real system and it sucks. we didn’t go through everything we did just to be accused of faking. it really hurts and everyone who says that endos do no harm just ignore it.

i’m a real person. we just desperately want to be treated like everyone else. we’re sick of feeling alienated and ashamed for things out of our control.

(sorry for any spelling mistakes!)

hey June, or 🧡🍂 anon! I'm really sorry your "friends" are treating you and your system like that. That is disgusting of them and just horrible. I really hope things get better with them (obviously I don't know you or them so I'm not sure what advice to give on that end other than just saying you have our support if you need anything!)

And we kind of get you, we don't consider ourselves fictive heavy but we have lots of fictives so we kind of understand the fear and we're sorry you feel that way. I hate what endos have done to this community and I hate that they've made it so you and other fictive heavy systems have to fear being fakeclaimed more than they already do

You are real people and we're so sorry people treat you like you're not.

[eparvierr]

see cheerpreacher is so interesting to me because both karen & becky have devoted their lives to other people. becky with her patients, karen with her family (& probably church and community as a whole)

long ramble post incoming. sort of incomprehensible to some probably !!!! to most 😭. warning for. idk like one small paragraph referencing sex

and they just. aren't true or good to themselves. i feel

they both so Desperately need to stop living only for other people and i feel like they could really really figure that out together? indulge, care for themselves, be honest with themselves...

in my opinion they also just feel so guilty. like.

becky feels an insane amount of guilt about stanley, karen is dealing with internalized homophobia & the guilt of "leaving" her family & religious guilt.......

and then ofc all the insecurities. karen has never been with a woman before plus she's older than becky and she has a kid, how could someone like becky (who could have anyone) ever be interested in her.........meanwhile becky is like

i feel like. after getting to know each other maybe through the hospital? becky works there & karen reads to sick kids, or something. they're totally taking care of each other, confiding in one another, telling each other things they haven't told anyone else. and then.

they realize they're gay. and of course they don't tell each other it because karen has a fucking family and is a good christian woman who's married to an amazing guy and she Can't be gay. at the same time becky feels so fucking bad, almost predatory, for having thoughts like these about a woman who's like the first real friend she's had in literal years. angst potential !

when karen slowly starts accepting. it. the fear of being predatory also reaches her bc she is about. 7 years older than becky. & she takes care of her (reminds her to drink lots of water, be nice to herself, they have conversations abt her trauma, etc) & she's actually terrified becky sees her as more of a mother figure. which becky doesn't. but karen thinks she might so it's a whole new layer of "i'm disgusting i'm dangerous. she trusts me & here i am having these thoughts about her"

but even if. even fucking if! you know what let's go there. maybe becky likes the feeling of an older woman being nice to her & loving her. she never got it as a child (headcanon) so why should she deny herself now. even if she wants to call karen mommy sometimes when she's going down on her & making her feel safe and warm and good. as if a mommy kink is so scandalous we've all read fics with it. why am i being so defensive. it's because i'm projecting BUT STILL!!!!!!!!!!

this is so. omg. i'm so sorry everyone schere 🖖

all in all their sex life is calm and good and. really slow and warm. and it's exactly what they both need. they need attention and care and love and that's what they get from each other....

they're so sweet. they're sweet and good and warm. so sweet

[anemoiashifts]

the exploitation of mental health within the shifting community.

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im saying this with the intention to not send a wave of hate to anyone but a shitoker with 50,000 followers who confessed (on reddit) to to lying about it shifting for about 2 years & has bragged about making just under $2000 in sponsorships & then goes onto call ppl who shift mentally ill, schizophrenic & delusional. they’ve also they know how easy it is to lie bc ppl are “wanting an escape”. they’ve entertained the idea that “to save their asses” they should — if they do confess to lying — to make it out like she was doing it as a way to get tiktok followers, as if that isn’t preying upon ppls desperation to get out of toxic & harmful situations & wanting of a better life.

taking this for what it is, I want to talk about the exploitation of ppls mental health within the shifting community — mainly shiftok.

it’s not secret 85% or shiftok is mentally ill kids who want to escape this reality out of loneliness or destructive & toxic situations. i take such an issue with this because of this reason specifically (other then the speed of misinformation & drowning out actual ppl who are educated / want to shift). if someone believes shifters are really just “mentally ill 13 year olds” — her words not mine — why not…idk ? try to squeeze in content trying to encourage ppl getting better ? but , no. ppl who lie about shifting can’t do that bc they’re blinded by numbers & profit & not the well being of children who are struggling deeply. if shifting is real & made up & “grown ass ppl who believe in it too, sadly” —again, her words not mine — believe in shifting , why are you knowingly profiting from mental problems ?

this isn’t simply ppl “lying about shifting”. it’s other children & adults build a platform & make profit from the exploitation of peoples desperation for a better life. we need to start looking at it this way.

the only ppl who are worse then anti-shifters are the ppl who knowingly lie for years. they’re the sick ones, not us.

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sorry if this brought the vibes down a tad. ive been looking for an excuse to speak up on this for a while. id like to expand upon this conversation more as there’s so many thoughts i have about it in the future.

to calm your worries , yes shifting is real. no , im not lying about shifting. all we can do is wish the best for these kind of ppl & hope they’re able to stop chronically lying & learn that their actions do have consequences.

again , please do not try & find this person. im not trying to ruin someone’s life as they’re fifteen themselves.

[creature-wizard]

hello, i know it's been while since you've talked about the neville goddard shit but i wanted to share my experience and the mental anguish LOA caused me and still does. as someone who discovered the LOA thing when i was 18 and would scroll manifestation blogs endlessly. at first i was happy and excited to learn that i was seemingly in control of my own reality but as time went on i would start to become more and more suspicious.

the one thing i've noticed is that these blogs constantly contradicted themselves. one moment they would claim that robotically affirming works and that you don't have to actually believe your affirmations while the other times they said you have to "feel it as if it's real". and then when people said that they believed wholeheartedly and they still didn't get what they want, they would get gaslit by these LOA blogs who told them that "they were just reaffirming from a state of lack" and "they actually didn't genuinely believe and were still stuck in a victim mindset".

the other thing is that i once sent an ask to one of those blogs genuinely seeking helpful advice to manifest ridding my grandfather of his sickness. the only thing they told me is "yes you can, just feel it real". i kept affirming over and over that he was healthy and well and he still died in the hospital the next day. and these ghouls are gonna tell me that i manifested his death? FUCK YOU CUNTS TO THE MOON. BY YOUR LOGIC A CSA VICTIM MANIFESTED THEIR RAPE DESPITE BEING A CHILD WITH NO CONCEPT OF RAPE

i still need some type of assurance that the EIYPO shit is not real because that claim messed me up mentally beyond belief. i genuinely think i developed a type of psychosis because i saw these people constantly say that "i was talking to a different version of them in my own reality" and "everything is a result of my assumptions" or some shit. i legitimately still cry and have mental breakdowns at the idea that i am the only concious being in the universe and my loved ones are just "NPCS with no free will". what an absolutely psychotic and isolating thing to say. i have internalized so much of it that i don't know if i will ever be able to function normally again without seeing other people as "not actually real"

i've considered taking therapy because i've been exposed to so much of the LOA community's gaslighting that part of me still believes that even as i'm writing this to you, my mind still thinks that you are just a "projection of my assumptions". i have no fucking way to prove to myself that i actually live in an objective reality and not in a "reality of my own making"

i had to talk to my mom about this because it got so bad i genuinely couldn't function. i had to hear from her own mouth that no, i didn't create her, she was very much a real, concious person. yet i still don't know what's real anymore. i genuinely wish i never fucking discovered LOA because my grasp on reality is completely destroyed. i would have been fucking normal and happy if i never found out abiut neville. i desperately need some reassurance that the law of assumption is not actually real, that this is a concrete reality and neville was lying about everything.

Thanks for sharing your story, and I'm so sorry EIYPO messed you up so badly.

(Also, just a quick note here, using the word "psychotic" like this is ableist! Psychosis can produce delusions that other people aren't real, but EIYPO isn't that. EIYPO is a form of intentional dehumanization. Anyway, moving on now...)

So, here's one thing to consider: All evidence tells us that humans are inherently social. Societies and communities are our natural state. We suffer deeply if we are removed from all human contact.

If Goddard is correct, and if EIYPO is true, then why is this?

If we (or even just you) are God, and if God's natural state is one of pure individuality, why invent societies and other people at all? Why would Neville Goddard's version of God even care about this kind of thing in the first place? An asocial god would not choose to manifest its existence as a social species, because such a concept would be completely alien to its nature and would hold no appeal. In fact, it's questionable whether such a god could even be able to conceive of such a thing in the first place.

The simple reality is that Neville Goddard came up with this idea by spiritualizing modern western individualism. He was strongly influenced by ideas that can ultimately be traced back to Phineas Quimby and the New Thought movement.

But yeah, if you were God, and your natural state was one of pure individualism, you wouldn't have come up with other people in the first place. Their very existence in your life inherently disproves EIYPO.

For anyone reading this: If you are leaving or questioning the Law of Assumption and need help, please see this post.

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Less of a question and more of a comment, Im sorry if its in the wrong spot lol, I just had to say this. I promise it’s not a hate comment, and sorry for the length.

I have never in my life seen something that has made me feel so physically ill. I feel genuinely sick reading this, and mentally exhausted from it. I have never read anything that has ever made me want to do something about these topics so badly. I hate this comic, and feel every fiber of my body crumble that I can’t do anything to help these women. It’s such an uncomfortable and painful feeling to see such heinous acts being done to people who i know are just down on their luck and never deserved this. I hate to sound cliche, but this was the eye opener of the fucking century.

You should be proud of your work, you’re doing something that I haven’t ever seen work as effectively and as potently as this.

One question I guess; I unfortunately can’t donate, but what else could us readers do? This comic destroyed me and I’m genuinely desperate at this point to see some happy ending come out of this, and I don’t know what I can do.

Thank you for this question! And sorry for ruining your mood, I think... TL/DR: Giving a shit is free. I recall this one lady being interviewed by a local news reporter regarding her views on the homeless problem in her neighbourhood, and she said something that stuck in my mind: "The more I have to [pick up] human feces, the less empathy I have." I think that one comment really hit home why we're at this point in society. People connect with the characters on the Bunny Cruise because we see their backstories, how they got to where they are, what they've lost along the way, what they dream of for the future, and how they've suffered in trying to reach for that dream. But, even though we know the guy OD'ing on the sidewalk passed out in his own sick must have had a life, have dreams, it's not something we think of in the moment. The difference between the Cruise and real life is that the girls have each other to support them through it, but we will walk over or side-step the heroin addict on the sidewalk without a second glance. That "mentally drained" and "physically ill" feeling is the cognitive dissonance talking. It's when we're forced to confront an perspective that challenges our way of thinking, or in this case, face a fear that perhaps the only difference between us and 67, 10, the twins, or that guy on the sidewalk, is just pure luck. For a lot of us, this is something very uncomfortable, and it's much easier to put it out of our heads and move on with our lives. And politicians take advantage of this fear and apathy far too often. Famously, Mark Sutcliffe (Calling you out, asshole), the recently elected Mayor of Ottawa, campaigned on zoning land for more large, single-family homes rather than more compact, affordable housing. He called it "preserving the community and keeping it safe", but we all know what that really means by now. Or they will call for increased police spending and promise to be tougher on crime (which Sutcliffe also did). Because having bad luck or being neglected and abused by capitalism is a crime now... I think the easiest thing to do, is to just think about it, and speak up when the issue comes up. All too often, things like homeless shelters, affordable housing projects, and safe injection sites, don't get built because people don't want to think about the people living on the fringe of society. But the thing is, people with nowhere to go have to go somewhere.

I donate to a women's shelter because I've worked with women fleeing violence in the past, and it's an important cause for me. I also realize that I am in a very fortunate position to be able to pay rent and have a little left over to put toward charity work. But speaking up and spreading the word is free. The next time someone wants to veto a safe injection site project, speak up against them, ask them what millionaire real estate firm is lining their pockets. Vote for that city councilor campaigning to build shelters and affordable homes. Have a relative who says "the homeless deserve what's happening to them"? Shut them down, ruin that christmas dinner. They sound like a dick anyway.

It's not much, but I think if we can all treat our fellow humans a little better instead of kicking them to the curb, we can make a bit of a difference in the world.