#lol i love this okay

[crumplstiltskin]

bros au but they're 12 years apart and jujutsu tech scouted sukuna quite young

[mintytrifecta]

[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all (blank) a very pleasant (blank)" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant rosh hashanah". In front of Bugs there is a jar of honey, a stack of apples and pomegranates. In front of bug's mouth there is a shofar.]

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[almondcroissantsandink]

going absolutely insane because this is one of my favorite quotes from the book

[fifizero]

pajamas !

[lizardkingeliot]

The vampire bond. There is no human equivalent. It's a bond that can never fully be severed. A bond like that makes you believe there are only two of you on the planet. Freedom and chastity wrapped in one person.

[hornetvoid]

"moments like this make me glad to be awake."

[morningstarwrites]

outfit swap! (aka two idiots)

[verflares]

would you like to live deliciously?

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Suddenly, bell bottoms aren't so bad

Bonus sketch, because I had to vv

"Stop checking out my assistant, Stanley."

[upon-the-snow]

early mornings after nightmares

[inkskinned]

so while i was writing the book, i became violently suicidal.

this was mostly due to the fact that i had a very bad reaction to some meds and my brain stopped producing any serotonin. also i was in the last semester of grad school where it's actually illegal to feel anything but dread. so it wasn't going well.

somewhere in the fog of it i became aware i needed help. nobody was taking clients or my insurance. i didn't want to do inpatient care - it wasn't right for my needs. there's not really an "in between" stage between "inpatient" and "no care," but i was trying to do the right thing. i was trying to activate the chain of command that was my emergency plan. i knew i needed help now.

i used betterhelp.

i know, i know. i'm a straight-A student and so smart and so clever, how could i ever use something so blatantly bad. to be honest with you, i didn't feel particularly keen on it from the getgo - things that seem too good to be true usually are. also, if something online is free, the price is usually your privacy.

the thing is that there was kind of a global pandemic happening at the time and i worked 5 jobs alongside of being a fulltime student and also like writing a book on the side. it is a miracle that i even thought about getting help. i would love to tell you i had the mental wherewithal to like, process whether this was the right choice for me. mostly i was desperate. i was so suicidal that i was trying to find a reason to stay inside of fortune cookies. i was the kind of suicidal that looks like splatterpaint. i hadn't been that bad in an entire decade.

they took my data. i gave them it freely. somewhere out there, they have a dossier on me. on everything i survived. my story in little datapoints, scattergraphed beautifully.

the first woman told me that really i should be grateful, because (and this is a direct quote): "at least you're not anne frank." i said that i felt that statement was antisemitic, as anne frank's life and experience shouldn't be compared to like, a nonbinary lesbian in western massachusetts. the therapist said that i should try to use lucid dreaming to try to picture myself in an actually scary situation, like running from nazis.

i applied for another therapist. i was willing to accept the possibility that there was a bad apple in the bunch. the next therapist and i even laughed about how inappropriate that statement was. and then, in our next session: the new therapist said if i was struggling with body image issues, i should just work harder on my appearance. she spent 3 sessions in a row talking about how she was grieving, and made me memorize facts about her grandmother so "she can live on through my clients."

i am a three's-a-charm kind of person. okay, so what if the last person made me uncomfortable. i figured it was just a misunderstanding of priorities - she had felt she was sharing with me, i had felt like i had to take care of her. i applied for another therapist.

the last woman asked me to help her pray. she bowed her head. i stared at her, frozen, while she said: lord, i beg you: cure her. take the pain of being gay away from her.

i spent somewhere between 2.5 and 3 months on betterhelp. in that whole time, i was not getting the professional help i so desperately needed, even though i was fucking trying.

in the end, i survived this because i finally could get off the meds that were literally killing me. a request for a real therapist finally went through. i survived because my friends saved my life. because nick let me sob myself dry in his arms. because maddie took the razors out of my room when i asked them to. because grace slept over in my bed for like 3 weeks in a row since nobody trusted me not to hurt myself when i was alone. i survived because i got fucking lucky. because even when i was desperately suicidal, i was too old and too self-aware to take "you need to be prettier" as good advice.

the thing is that there's a 19 year old me who isn't like that. who would have heard "just think about how grateful you should be" and said - oh, i see. i would have assumed that is what it means to be in therapy: the same thing my abusers used to tell me. that i am just pretending and lazy. that i am ugly and unworthy.

betterhelp positioned itself to take advantage of an incredibly vulnerable community. it preys on desperation. it knows it is serving people who are not doing well mentally. it saw that there is a huge need for real, immediate, compassionate mental health care: and then it fucking takes your money and privacy.

i still get their ads on instagram. last night i watched as a woman in a pool pretends to talk to a different woman. they discuss her anxiety.

there's a 19 year old version of me, and she didn't survive this. she was too tired, and drowning. i almost fucking died. this thing almost fucking killed me.

in the ad, the woman playing the therapist takes a note on a clipboard and then nods once, sagely.

i have to admit it's a pretty scene. the steam and light coming off the pool water lands on the actresses. like this, it almost looks baptismal, holy.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[chiimaera]

‘ try me. ’ // @ persephone

MORTALS WERE SIMPLE CREATURES, their survival was fickle and ever under threat since they had reached beyond their means. whispers of the infinity stones in the human realm had been a surprise, along with the merry little band of heroes they seemed to throw at every problem that arose. it was so predictable that it took very little effort to find herself the concern of the season. the daughter of demeter was not the sweet little girl that her mother still believed her to be. the tragic story of persephone had pervaded the human realm, used as a cautionary tale for little girls to mind their mothers and keep away from men who might snatch them away. a tale that was believed so deeply that it had been far too easy to fool their so called protectors.

the air was thick with smoke and rebellion, mortal voices raised in war cries and chanting protest rhymes. the streets of new york were filled with their discontent, shouting and picketing at the steps of their institutions. she couldnt help but bask in the nostalgia — though that time there had been more rope and guillotines. her mother had very disappointed in her 'silly tantrum', riling up the mortals just to watch the chaos. boredom picked away at her sanity along with the ache of longing that never seemed to dull this time of year.

that was under she heard her name in a familiar baritone.

the goddess spun around, her flouncy pastel dress fluttering unmarred by the destruction that surrounded them. the street was vacant save for the man with the metal arm and his spangled flying companion. the moment that her gaze fell on the ever so serious expression on her husbands faces, the barren dry trees began to flourish and bloom around them. the dead flowers on stoops and balconies finally began to stand, home gardens bearing their vegetables and fruit. it was the middle of summer yet the surrounding fields and mountains had been stripped of their color — until now.

persephone grinned prettily, running toward @unseenking until she could fling herself into his arms. the chaos around them seemed to stop, the two mortal heroes watching in disbelief. if she had just been in a battle, no one would have known it. her attention was completely raptured by the man in her arms, eyes bright with elation and adoration that the spring blooms paled in comparison. that was until she realized that her husband was not reciprocating her joy. not that he was one to be jumping into someones arms — or smiling for that matter. her smile fell a bit, forming more of a pout.

" you wont understand— "

" try me "

her pout deepened, glancing back at the heroes who had picked themselves off the ground to stare in confusion. buildings were cracked, cars destroyed, glass and plaster glittered the pavement. she was not allowed to meddle in mortal affairs, her duties were to bring the spring so that the world kept turning. instead she had stripped this side of the country of its fertility, letting everything wilt and die. moods fell into depression, food became scarce. when faced with adversity that could not be controlled, mortals tended to rebel against those in power, grasping for solutions. so she offered herself as one.

worship of the old gods had dwindled with the passage of time, was it so wrong to remind them? yet they both knew that was not the reason for her meddling. not really. persephone looked up at her husband, arms still around his neck on her tip toes. despite being barefoot in the streets of new york, the soles of her feet had no markings, cuts or dirt.

" i missed you, my love, and i was so bored, " the blonde whined. a curse escaped the metal armed man, his anger held back by a hand to the chest stopping him. the goddess smiled with a sweetness that made her dangerous, hiding the cunning queen of the underworld under its bright sincerity. " historically speaking, the gods are supposed to test mortal heroes, are they not? "

[polinsated]

[soosoosoup]

Funk branch au

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