#the foreshadowing. it hurts

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Horse Meshi. Delicious, in Horse.

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~ IN A VOID ~ FORESHADOWING DEPRESSION PROMPTS

requested by: @crochet-cafe request: How can I foreshadow or hint that my character has severe depression? I want to make the reveal a big deal when it happens and catch readers off guard

Feel free to use and reblog!

having other characters associate the person's mood with their character traits ("they're always grumpy")

masking their depression really well but being absolutely drained and a lot worse as soon as they're alone

appearing as a 'neutral' person, when their neutral mood actually indicates the emptiness they feel inside

their growing passivity makes them fade into the background

the more excited other people get the more downcast the person becomes (they get perceived as a killjoy)

they don't accept invitations anymore

they always say they're busy but can't answer the question what exactly they're doing

they show no emotional reaction in a fight

everyone says about the person that they have such a hard shell

they usually have been very caring and sensitive to everyone around them but suddenly they seem like they couldn't care less

for more inspiration/how to help: ~ SHOWING SUPPORT FOR SOMEONE WITH DEPRESSION ~ WRITING PROMPTS

note: If you or someone you know feels that way and really needs help, please seek professional help <3

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[Chimera] sonic scribbles (omg and a cryptid doodle!? Yippee!!)

[bonnibelleangelica]

Snippet of Time Together- Chapter 10: Denial Part 2

“So, how long have you been here, Jaune?” Alyx cuts in, struggling to keep up with him.

“Oh- uh… Almost 5 years.” He answers, slowing down a little.

Finally about to catch up, I try to bring Lewis around so I can walk next to Jaune, but Alyx accidentally gets in the way.

“Wow… How long have you been alllll alone?” She enquires, waving her arms around and almost bumping us.

“I’m not alone. Ruby-”

“Are you dating?”

“Yes-”

“Are you married?”

“Well, no-”

“Why not?”

“Yeah Jaune, why not?” I call teasingly, stepping on the back of his shoe to trip him a little.

With a scoff and a playful glare back at me, he reaches out and grabs my waist, dragging us both to walk by his side.

“Because they don’t have any aisles for me to watch you walk down, and I want the whole package.” He remarks with a smile, kissing the side of my head.

“I’d keep my last name anyway. Rose is way cooler than Arc.” I taunt, earning a grumbly boy nuzzling into my cheek as I try to shove him off.

“Have you had sex?”

“Okay! Enough questions for tonight. Let's just go home so we can get you two fed and rested.” I sigh with a blush, bumping into Jaune as he snickers in my ear.

[stolasbuckzo]

- One week later since Stolas’s banishment-

Blitz: *tries everything to cheer up Stolas / or take his mind off recent events but nothing works*

Loona: *She frowns as she knows exactly what she needs to do to cheer him up*. “Hey man why don’t we hang out today. You can pick the location but I was thinking either Loo Loo Land or Stylish Occult. I’m not overly a fan of taxidermy but— oof!” *gets interrupted by a tackled hug*

Stolas: “I know what you’re trying to do here, and than you very much, I appreciate the thought.”

Loona: “Look . . . I know I’m not actually your daughter or anything but if you ever need to take the edge off and hang out as if we were father and daughter then let me know and I’ll cancel plans, if I have any.”

Stolas: *starts to tear up from the hospitality from both Blitz and Loona over the past week* “By the seven rings of Hell— how did I get so lucky to have such kind people to give both shelter and a job.”

[writing-whump]

Hurt leg

Hector's hurt after a fight with a wolf pack. His estranged brother Isaiah happens upon him. Reluctant comfort, broken leg, emeto out of pain, angsty reunion.

Hector was glad he was alone.

There were tons of things he had to deal with upon his return to the city. Many packs who have gotten ideas, while he was away. Conflicts his pack wasn’t sure to start, but that he could put a very quick end to. The first night he got back, he had already visited two pack leaders.

The confrontation today marked the third. He didn’t take anyone with him. As a show of strength, that he wasn’t afraid of bad odds and uneven numbers.

And a little out of concern that someone might see him like this.

The fight was vicious, physical and over quickly. If Hector didn’t have such excellent control over his shadow, it might have been worse, but he could heal himself with unrivaled speed. So it didn’t really matter how badly he got slashed with other powerful shadows. Not having to worry about getting hit gave him an edge in battles like these.

Except maybe he had a bit overboard tonight. His shadow healed all the slashes that would have been mortal - the one over his throat, the hit to his spine, the one that almost ripped off his arm from the shoulder down. 

As it happened, it was out of capacity for healing today. 

And his leg was very much still bleeding and broken. Hector couldn’t stand on it without agonizing pain shooting through him. Afraid he would black out, he limped his way to a nearby bench and resolved to spend the night in the park. It was alright. He was alone, it was calm and cold. His shadow would likely regenerate enough until morning that he could show up back at his pack’s central unbothered and healed, bringing news of victory that would only solidify his position as branch leader in the city. 

Uncle Grayson had been reluctant to give him command here, despite the perks the branch extension would have for the pack. Hector knew it was because of Isaiah’s presence. All the more reason to prove himself capable and unbeatable as quickly as possible. 

Hector leaned against the wood of the bench, careful not to jostle his leg. The wound didn’t look so bad, hidden under his jeans. It bled only a little on the back, and that wouldn’t be visible to humans in the dark. He felt the break though, the pain was pulsing through him with every heartbeat. At least it was in the right position, not sticking out in any weird angles.

Hector didn’t risk closing his eyes. Checking his phone, he found messages from Delaney that bordered on concerned. He typed a quick reassurance that everything went according to plan and ordered her to leave him alone. She was his second in the pack, but he didn’t want her around any more than he did anyone else. Maybe more than that.

His senses prickled with a new presence. Someone was coming in his direction.

Hector straightened up on the bench, stretching out his good leg and leaning against his elbow, like he was simply relaxing. If this was a human, it wouldn't matter, but a wolf could smell the blood. Well. He had enough of foreign blood on him that would probably mask his own. What an unexpected advantage of this night.

The figure appeared from the shadows at a slow pace. Unhurried. Without raising his exhausted shadow, he couldn't tell if it was a wolf or not until he was closer. 

The figure came closer, a long black coat flapping behind. Black slightly wavy hair was longer than Hector remembered, framing his face in an unruly way. The comb and gel were missing, though the suit was still the same. Leave it to Isaiah to never leave without his suit on. 

Jesus Christ. Just my luck. 

It truly couldn't have been a worse person to witness him in such a weak state. 

Not weak. Just unseemly. Hector wasn't weak and he wouldn't be intimidated.

"Hello, brother," Hector said with as much disdain and mocking as he could. Isaiah was a joke of a brother and Hector liked to remind both of them of that fact.

Isaiah said nothing, regarding him carefully. Hector immediately felt irritated by the silent judgment sweeping over him. The bloody splotches of his enemies on his shirt. The rips in his leather jacket. He couldn't have moved his injured leg if he tried, not even bothering to identify the exact place of the break. It simply hurt all over and blindingly so if he tried to stand. 

Hector crossed his arms over his chest. "Well? All done? Cause now you can hurry along. Nothing for you to see."

Isaiah's face was completely devoid of any emotion. "Do you want my phone? To call someone?"

Hector gave him a disbelieving look. "And what for?"

He had gone alone to fight the troublesome pack. He had overdone it and he would not call anyone to help him with a mistake or temporary weakness. He couldn't just as much as he wouldn't. Weakness was not something wolves allowed and not something the Wolfson pack would forgive. 

Hector was sure that was obvious even to Isaiah. They grew up in the same pack after all. 

"You are pushing yourself too hard. Again," Isaiah said.

"I fail to see how that's any business of yours. You don't belong to our pack anymore." 

Isaiah said nothing. 

Hector scoffed. He wished for a reaction. He wanted a pained wince, shock, anger, anything. Anything that would show what his brother was thinking. How much he regretted leaving, how hard it was on his own. 

Hector dreamed of following Isaiah into the city since he left. Leading his own branch and showing him how he succeeded him, how he would replace him as the next leader. He wanted to bask in Isaiah's misery, that surely came with being a lone wolf. No one would choose that fate willingly. 

Instead, Isaiah had seemed stronger, not weaker for his experiences, famous all over town as the wolf who didn't need a pack to get by, to be important and solve every argument. 

Now Hector was hearing he moved in with a wolf and a witch. They didn't call themselves a pack, not yet, but Hector didn't think they were far from it. It was an obvious move, an obvious betrayal of Isaiah's promise and just made Isaiah's leaving all the worse.

"Can't someone pick you up?" Isaiah asked, his gaze sliding to Hector's leg. How did he know, damn it all?

"I'm fine. Just a few hours until dawn and I will go back on my own." Just a bit of time for his shadow to recover and heal him. If admitting this helped get Isaiah off his back, then so be it. 

Isaiah gave him a long look and then stepped closer, offering his hand.

Hector glared at it as if it was a deadly viper about to bite him. "I don't need your help." 

"Yes, you do. Come on. My car is close by." 

"I'm fine on my own."

"It's 1 in the morning. If someone comes across you, you will make an easy target. Don't make such a drama out of it. Anyone sensible would have accepted help by now." Isaiah said, hand still in the air. "It won't change anything between us," he added quietly. 

Hector growled at him, flushing at Isaiah's words. Then he relented, uncoiling his hands and motioning for Isaiah to get closer. "Just to your car." 

Isaiah jumped into action immediately, sliding his arm around Hector's back and arm. "Lean on me," he commanded, hoisting him up.

Hector clenched his jaw, but Isaiah did hold his weight securely. He pushed himself up with his good leg, letting the other hang limply in the air, not touching. This way, maybe he could function. 

"Why the sudden urge to help?" Hector asked, his own arm wrapped around Isaiah, grabbing a fistful of his coat. 

"Don't flatter yourself. I would have helped anyone."

Hector clicked his teeth in annoyance and hurt. "Go somewhere and die already."

Isaiah only chuckled at that, unfazed. 

They made their way through the park, Hector's hurt leg hanging between their encircled arms. Hector hopped a bit awkwardly, but they were making progress, so he didn't complain. 

It wasn't until they turned the corner and left the sidewalk, that his hurt leg grazed against the asphalt. The road was lower than the park ground and neither of them noticed in their effort not to look at each other. 

The tiny pressure from the tip of his foot shot up his leg, jostling the break around the knee. Hector's breath caught in his throat in surprise and then the shock of the pain razed through him like lightning. He shut his eyes, trying not to scream through his clenched teeth.

"Sorry, sorry," Isaiah whispered in his ear, readjusting his grip. 

Hector tightened his grip on Isaiah's coat, but the white-hot pain made his whole body shudder, sparks exploding in front of his eyes. He couldn't form thoughts, he couldn't control anything, the world disappeared in pain, titling backward.

Isaiah cursed, his hold tightening as he stood between Hector and the gravity. And good thing he didn't let go. Hector pitched to the side instead, stomach jumping into his throat and shooting out of his mouth.

He couldn't stop himself and he didn't care. Only gradually, as the world came back into focus did he feel the dripping liquid on his lips. A puddle of whitish vomit formed under him. Hector blinked at it in confusion, before he felt the rest of it in his mouth and spat it out on the pavement in repulsion. 

"Sorry. Just a minute longer and you can lie down," Isaiah said, something urgent entering his voice for the first time. 

Hector looked up at him, his stomach flipping angrily. He swallowed, trying to hold it at bay now that the pain was subsiding. Isaiah squeezed his arm and pushed him into a vertical position again.

Hector gave up all pretense of toughness after that, looking only down at his leg, afraid of anything that could touch it again. 

So he didn't notice, when Isaiah suddenly stopped to get his keys out, opening the front door of a building he never saw before.

"Where is your car?" Hector asked weakly. The pain waves always came with such heat he was sweaty all over. 

"At its parking place, as always," Isaiah said nonchalantly, opening the entrance door with one hand awkwardly to shuffle Hector inside. 

They took the elevator up to Isaiah's apartment. Hector was too tired and sweaty and gross to question it. The pain made him so helpless and panicked with the mere possibility of returning he didn't care to argue. It could hardly be any worse anyway.

Isaiah brought him inside, not bothering to take off his shoes in favour of positioning Hector on the couch in the living room. Hector sighed in relief at being able to finally sit, leaning against the cushion and closing his eyes. The nausea was still there, rising and ebbing with no rhythm whatsoever and he was trying to breathe through it.

He opened his eyes only as he felt Isaiah unlacing the shoe on his good leg before inspecting the injured one.

"No. Don't touch it," Hector said through gritted teeth, face going white.

"Do you want to put it up?" Isaiah pointed to the empty space on the couch beside Hector. 

"I can't stretch it. It's the knee." Even adjusting to sit was jostling it enough to make Hector's breath hitch. He buried his hands into the couch beside him, curling his fingers.

"I'll get you some painkillers for it," Isaiah said gently. He gripped his shoulder again before leaving.

Hector wanted to glare at those casual touches that his older brother had no reasonable excuse for. Except he disappeared out of his sight, which Hector didn't like at all. Isaiah's measured calmness was steadying and his judgmental perfection made Hector hold onto the remnants of his composure. He was afraid he would crumble without it.

Wolves ought not to be good with pain, since their shadows carried their injuries. Hector had gone overboard and asked too much of his shadow more than most, but even he wasn't used to such prolonged pain. His breathing was getting fast with the strain, as if we were running and it was making the nausea stronger.

Then Isaiah returned, holding a glass of water and two white pills. Hector refocused on him, feeling his face going lax immediately. 

"Wolves don't use painkillers," Hector said angrily, reaching for the pills. He could wait out the pain till morning and be up and about as if nothing had happened.

Isaiah watched him with a small amused smile. "Obviously they don't need it." 

Hector rolled his eyes, swallowed the pills and grinned back at him. 

"What's going on here?" A new voice joined. Hector turned his head to catch the sight of a girl with long blond hair, a thick woolen sweater over her shoulders. 

"Hey. Nothing much. Just my brother came for a visit." Isaiah stood beside the couch, hands in his pockets, obviously trying to look unconcerned. 

The girl's eyes widened as if that was the first time she even heard Isaiah had a brother. Hector rolled his eyes again. That actually wouldn't have been surprising. 

"So you must be the witch," Hector said, straightening up. It was a welcome distraction. And she obviously was, for the smell of ozone and jasmine coming off of her. 

"No, this is Seline," Isaiah said chidingly.

The girl turned to him abruptly and then gave him a dazzling smile. Isaiah's face softened at the sight so visibly Hector frowned. That was way more emotion than he was ever allowed to see. So a witch touchy about being introduced as one? He had never seen that either. Witches were always proud creatures, angry at anything mundane that threatened to distract them from their magic. They wore the term as a title. 

Even if they become a pack, it will be one of weirdos. 

He let out a deep breath, leaning back again. The pain was becoming duller and he actually felt sleepy now. It still surprised him that after all these years and unfinished grudges between them, Isaiah's presence still put him at ease that way. 

He was not in the mood to fight it. Just for today.

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Gonna post some of my favourite comments on Time Together.