#my brain is so fat rn

[qoppybirdie]

RIDDLE VON KARMA!!!!!! 👑❤️

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

greedy is such a hot word

[wariodemambo]

This isn't really anyone's fault or anything, but I'm feeling a little weird and out of place here again? Mental illness needs to stop kicking my ass.

[motherhenna]

So today was my first day teaching an after school elective theater class (10+ 2nd 3rd 4th grade girls) and holy shit y'all I have even more respect for teachers now than ever before because that was BRUTAL lmao it was like they could smell my fear and knew they could trample all over me. Maybe my viewpoint is skewed, seeing as I was a really meek, easygoing kid at that age, but I can't fathom just...blatantly ignoring the teacher when they tell you not to do something. I get theater is a bit more loosey goosey but damn I can't imagine treating any of my past theater teachers (or any adult for that matter) with such disregard. Hoping that they were just crazy because it was their first day back at school after summer break and they'll mellow out a tiny bit by next week.

There were two super sweet and responsible 4th graders that I'm probably going to have to lean on to get through to some of their classmates. Like appoint them "team leaders" or whatever.

Either way, no more Ms. Pushover next Wednesday--Miss Helen is gonna lay down the fucking LAW lol I'm going to print out a set of class rules and expectations and have the kids repeat them back to me, and I may invest in a fucking whistle to cut through how loud they can get. If any of y'all have a background in teaching or otherwise dealing with large groups of children, feel free to drop any tips or suggestions you might have to get a handle on a rowdy crowd of munchkins and gremlins without yelling or being overly strict.

[monachopism]

am i autistic or am i just paranoid. level: impossible

[bmpmp3]

why does everything i get really into always end up being so god damn niche. by the year 2035 i am going to be blogging exclusively about the interpersonal relationships between the pillbugs and snails hiding underneath the bricks lining the flowerbeds in my parent's garden.

[systelon]

doodle

[circusthing]

me, seeing art of a hairy male character: hmm, almost there, make him fatter

[binch-i-might-be]

also I had a whole anxiety attack before coming here because my neighbour glued a note to my door telling me to go to the town hall and buy special trash bags for my discarded rat bedding. because apparently I'm not allowed to put it in the normal trash

not very Speak today tbh. father asked me how writing is going and I almost cried in the middle of this folk festival

[fruityfroggy]

I’m serving ✨unproductive lump of lard✨ today 🎀

[mrs-bluemarine]

Bee tee dubs. I fell asleep thinkin about Doc. I need him to suffocate me

[sailor-tri]

Rating:M

Warnings: references to alcoholism/alcohol used as a coping strategy, murder.

Word count: ~1339 words

Memories of Prosecutor Nolle

Chapter 1: Mortem Oppetere

It had been a hard day in court. Another day on the stand, another inevitable death. It had to be done, the guilty could not go unpunished but it still weighed heavily on Hecate.

So heavily that they took to drinking away their sorrows weekly. This night was the seemingly the same as any other-- Hecate got in from work and then started the ritual of drinking until they got sick or passed out, It had been hard to sleep after all. The voices, their pleas, the accusations, the souls of the damned crying out -- it was all too much.

Keys in the key tray. Outer coat and scarf on the wall hooks, boots? Off, near the door. They didn't bother turning on the lights after all, they wouldn't need them where they were headed.

Wordlessly, Hecate made their way into the small kitchen, eyes locking on to the wine rack and fingers busy in their search for the right blend for tonight.

Merlot?

Hmm..

Chardonnay?

Not tonight.

Sherry?

Hell, yeah.

The rack, clinked with commotion as Hecate unloaded one of the bottles. Using the soft illumination of the city lights outside, they were able to read the label.

Williams & Humbert Dry sack medium Sherry

'Oooooo. Marvelous! Perfection.'

The bottle sounded it's signature *Mumpft, POP* as they uncorked the top, savoring the floral aroma wafting up towards them --the familiar sting of the fermentation tinging their nostrils.

Bottoms up.

The burn of old grapes and bitterness always came first, then came warmth. With a hearty swig, they made their way back whence they came, this time heading toward the comfort of the loveseat instead of the loneliness of the entryway.

....

Time slowed, the room rocked side to side feeling more like they were partaking in a boat ride rather than downing bottles of Sherry on the couch. Rather than having the intended numbing affect, it was becoming harder to keep the thoughts at bay.

The screams of the damned- usually muffled with enough drink had broken through, their shrieks blending in to unison into a accusatory chant.

'I'm a... Murderer....'

........

Ugh.

"Needa puke-"

Using wall to brace themselves, Hecate made the short trek to the bathroom to find relief.

Fingers gripped on the door frame as the rest of their body reached out toward the sink for stability. The room's sway intensified and if they weren't careful they'd get lost in the current.

Hunched over the sink, fondling the tap much similar to the undeveloped motor skills of a babe, they were able to get the water flowing and splash some on their face to sober up a little.

The sight they saw however as they rose and peered into the mirror was pure horror.

Urk!

It was like they stared at Grimm himself. Where their face should be, only a darkness remained, wreathed in a cloak. A glint of curved metal attached to a long dusky rod that the figure clutched, caught hecate's eye --a scythe, much like the one they lugged around and swung around in court everyday.

Unintelligible whispers filled their ears as they were confronted with their perception. Real or fake it was clear they couldn't escape being pegged as the angel of death, not even their own psyche would let them.

(..........)

(..........)

...!

The touch of leather is unforgettable -- cold and smooth, but becoming searing hot as the friction and pressure increased on hecate's neck.

"GERK-!"

The thundering thump of their heart beat drummed loudly in their ears as they were pressed towards the edge of the sink that stood before them. The pressure on their neck increased and with it, the warmth and outline of the attackers fingers through their leather gloves digging into their neck. Breathing was becoming harder now, nose and eyes stung with need for cool air and it felt like their head was going to blow.

"Gack, uck! let-"

They clawed feebly at the offending hands wriggling what they could of their fingers in-between the assaulter's hands and their neck. With their left elbow, they swung back horizontally praying that it connected with something to alleviate their suffering. Thwack, thud,oof! By the third blow some slack appeared in the attacker's grip-- using that to their advantage, Hecate used their back to bump the aggressors chest, gaining some distance and the ability to spin around to face them.

Hecate's blood ran cold as their heart accelerated. The attacker donned a long black cloak that shielded their features. Where a face should be, was only the depths of darkness -- much like the reflection they saw prior. The assaulter loomed over Hecate straightening themselves and reengaging in their previous pursuit, lurching forward before Hecate had time to think. Their hands reattached to hecate's neck, like two viper strikes before pressing down again, squeezing so hard their knuckles would be white under the thick leather of the gloves that adorned them.

"Grk- GAHT" they choked.

Hecate struggled against their bonds, trying to seek precious air as they were forced back over the opening of the sink.

What little energy left in their legs, they used to their advantage to kick strategically. The first kick swung towards the assaulter's right leg, connecting with taute flesh that lay underneath the cloak. The next went closer to center with hopes to land a more sensitive place. With all their might they stomped forward and connected with the attackers groin earning a strangled grunt as the attackers grip faltered and went to soothe the offended area. Using that time bought, and the fact that the assaulter was now hunched over, they launched a fierce kick to where they thought the chin of the attacker would be, which drew out a another pained grunt from the offending party, and made their escape through the bathroom's entrance.

'Oh god, oh god what is happening right now. This can't be happening.'

They barreled toward the kitchen in hopes of collecting their phone, but before they could get very far down the hallway, a large hand grabbed their left arm mid stride and yanked it back and upwards towards their right shoulder.

"ACK!"

Pain seared in their arm as the cloaked figure tightened their grip.

"Say your goodbyes, dear prosecutor... for the true angel of death has to come to send you to yours." the figure's clear and low voice whispered in their ear.

"What-"

Time slowed suddenly, a sharp pain increasing in intensity bloomed in their lower spine as a blade has fully sheathed inside of them. Hecate cried out in agony as the burning of the knife lit their body ablaze. It was like all of their cells, muscles, skin-- everything was on fire.

Despite drinking copious amounts of wine that night, nothing could numb this pain. The cloaked figure pressed the knife in further before ripping it free of their body and allowing Hecate to stumble forward, their legs unable to hold their weight and giving them up to collapse into the cold embrace of the wooden floor.

Hecate's eyes grew heavier and heavier every passing second as they lay there in shock, using the last of their lingering energy hoping to see their attacker one last time-- to get something anything to find out who has done this to them.

The attacker--the true angel of death-- had reached into his cloak and pulled out a cloth to clean the blood off the knife.

"Y'know prosecutor Nolle.... It's truly a shame~" he said with a haughty tone. "Our little game brought me so much fun, but it was time for it to come to an end."

And to an end it did. Because with the removal of the blade, blood sprang forth from the wound freely, steadily, coating the ground underneath Hecate as their breaths became slower and shallower. It was a losing fight to blink, each time getting harder and harder to open their eyes as the world shifted into abstract shapes and gaussian blurs.

Prosecutor Nolle.... has been chosen by death.

[Chapter 1] >> Chapter 2

[theangel-aziraphale]

If someone decided to make a TV show about you, which actor would you like to play you?

Oh that’s an interesting question…

I believe, if I had to choose.. there’s this fellow, his name gets mixed up rather often, but I believe he has been in a variety of films and shows… Michael? I think is his first name? He was a vampire I believe? He seems like he has the range to play me!

He’s also played a very erratic lawyer and Bill Masters. Both wildly different and yet… flawless performances!

[eatsless]

deep in my mental illness lately so making a diet plan and. i put down to fast every day. this is not a weight loss plan this is a "how to go to the er" plan.

[faaun]

i feel rly irredeemably horrible rn...longing for emotional support....anyway vent in tags

[smoothoperador]

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