#this one hurted :(

[jellysmudge]

Yall know that tiktok thing where people put quotes and match them with characters. I like to be sad.

[sailoreuterpe]

Louigan Week 2024 Day 3: Unspoken

[thickness-protection-program]

You want hate mail? You look like you're rude to wait staff. I bet you leave tips consisting of those fake dollar bills telling people to go to church

😲 The disrespect! I would defend food service workers with my life!

[prompts-by-anjali]

"Why did you bother coming here if you were just going to give me the silent treatment?" A asked, eyes alight with anger before simmering down. "We can't be together if you keep punishing me instead of talking it out."

B didn't answer them. Just glared at the wall behind A's head.

"Fine, then," A breathed out, staring at the ground. "I think we're over, B. I hope… I hope you find whoever can make you happy. Because that clearly isn't me."

When A looked up, feeling light for the first time in months, they found B staring at them, open-mouthed.

"What?"

"I don't want to do this anymore, B. I'm," A scrubbed their hands through their hair. "exhausted, I think."

"We just had a fight. These are how fights go," B spat, desperation lining their still-bitter voice.

A shook their head. "Not the type of fights I want. I don't -- I can't do the quiet thing. I like talking. But clearly that's not what you like. So… it's best to just move on, now."

B opened their mouth, ready to make another argument, but nothing came out. And A took the opportunity to do what they should have long ago.

They left.

[is-on-its-way]

[soulsxng]

ALSO i wanna know Ber’s current feelings of Seth after *grimaces and gestures* eeeverything that happened between them,

@fatestouch | Relationships | Accepting!

"Ugh, I don't want to talk about that..."

Ber crosses his arms across his chest and fixes his features into an expression of decided displeasure.

His feelings toward Seth were still...a mess, to say the least. He still didn't think he had been wrong for attacking Sivel like that. For threatening the Vasyrus king. He had helped to steal Innaius away-- Ber's grandmother, and Lerato's mother. Seth's own grandmother was so important to Seth, and yet the Seer hadn't stopped his mate from taking Ber's.

...At the same time though, it had been under the order of Creation, at the time. Ber understood that. He understood that neither Sivel nor Seth had much choice in the matter, and yet...

But he hadn't been thinking about that when he and Seth had gotten into their fight, afterwards. He had only thought about how it had effected him. Expected Sivel to just...let Creation punish him (or worse) for refusing to go through with their orders. Expected Seth to have agreed.

Both he and Seth had said so many things to each other in their fight. They renounced their relationship as siblings, and it had been so long before they even saw each other again, after that. They had only made up with each other enough to be on amicable terms for Lerato, Hayden, and Kiara about a year ago.

And yet...maybe it was the pregnancy making him feel this way, but...

"...I miss him, okay?" Ber mumbled under his breath, brows furrowing stubbornly in response to the tears that began to sting his eyes. "He's still an asshole, and I still don't think I was completely in the wrong, but like! I guess...maybe...I might have...been an ass to him, too."

"I really messed up, saying a lot of that stuff to him. I didn't even actually mean it, but it just came out, and..."

"I'm just saying that, like, I'm still upset about all of that, but I still want him to be my brother! I still want him to be around to meet this baby, and hang around, and do stupid stuff together again!"

"We already apologized to each other though, and it didn't even really get us that far...I don't know how to fix it..."

[imtheiliad]

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Well I can tell you where I wasn’t, I wasn’t in Atlanta when Taylor sang GORGEOUS on PIANO

[not-poignant]

🤯, 🤭 & 💔 for the kinkmeme

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

The ones I'm not writing, lmao.

Okay but in all seriousness, I would say I struggle with mysteries, because I don't enjoy them in general. (I'm that person who always looks up the answer so I don't have to deal with the 'mystery' part which I generally find incredibly boring, so no, I can't really write the genre either). Ditto westerns.

I actually don't think I really struggle with romance, contemporary, action, fantasy, adventure, science fiction, erotica etc. I don't even struggle with hard science fiction. I don't think I'd struggle that much with horror or psychological or even supernatural thriller. Every time I've written elements of horror or thriller genres into my works, it's been pretty well-received actually. I'm just not really drawn to it. Genres are pretty easy to 'get' frankly (I did a media degree, I have done tertiary study of genre, so...formulas I understand). I struggle less with genre and more with base conceptuals that can be found in any genre - for example, I struggle with plot-based over character-based storylines. And that's true in any genre.

Oh! Actually I think maybe I struggle with procedurals and 'case of the week' style writing. That's what Eversion was supposed to be, and I profoundly did not like doing it, so basically removed Connor from the case and told a different story, lol, so I think that's one too!

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

It's two and they go hand in hand: Angst and hurt/comfort. I think they're on just about every single one of my works. And they're usually among the first two I add.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Hmmm.

Strange Sights because it represents a time in my life that was extremely damaging for me, to the point where I nearly have deleted it several times (I won't though, it doesn't hurt in the same way anymore - time heals some wounds and all that).

All of The Ice Plague because it just did so badly re: engagement (Underline the Black is about to eclipse TIP 3 for kudos in almost a quarter of the time and far less words, lol, sigh), and it became the death knell of the Fae Tales canon, which was supposed to continue. I grieved that for years, on and off, until I finally accepted reality. In TIP 1, we could say it was just...teething issues. In TIP 2 (which did worse than TIP 1) we could be like 'oh well, these things happen.' In TIP 3, which has done the worst of any long fic I've ever written, across two separate accounts, I just put my head in my hands and never felt further away from trying to draw in readers and keeping my career going. I can't tell you how many times I nearly quit.

(I had some great times writing it, but I also had a lot of 'why am I even still doing this to myself' times while writing it too, and then I'd remember the readers that were engaging with it and commenting on it, and I'd remember like... I need to make a living, and I'd also remember that the characters deserved their happy ending, and I'd keep going).

Honestly, nothing else really comes close to TIP, especially TIP 3. I actually felt relieved when it ended. Everything I've written since has been more popular and drawn in more people. It speaks for itself. It just makes me sad as well, that proportionately, less than 1/7 of the readers of Game Theory ever got to read Augus and Gwyn's true happy ending and epilogue, in All that We Were, All That We Will Ever Be. It's just a massive drop off overall, and makes me feel like I let folks down.

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From the fandom meme

[kai-rbsreadsrecs]

When I tell you I cried reading this on my lunch break 😭😭😭😭

𝐻𝐴𝑈𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸

—a/n: hii i am pasi and i like to make people cry and suffer.

He didn't mean it. right?

"You are so fucking insufferable. My wife was so much better than you. You can never be like her."

It stung you. your heart raced faster as fear, panic and pain seeped in your blood. You and toji had gotten into a petty arguement earlier. It was only a matter of time before it turned into a full fledged fight the way none of you were backing down. usually, you both would've just been mad for a few hours before apologizing to each other—although your apologies were in the form of long hugs and favorite food—but this one took the worst turn.

The room was silent for thirty seconds after the words left his mouth. Tears threatened your eyes. To be honest, you did not even have the energy to put a fight with them. So you just let them fall.

"I know." You finally spoke but it was a broken whimper. "I know, dammit." You bit your lips, holding in your loud cries. You wanted to sob till the neighbors knew something was wrong, but you suppressed them. "I can never be like her. She was perfect. She was beautiful. She—she would never get on your nerves like me." You stammered between sentences. "I get it. I respect her." Toji looked at you with raging eyes, his adrenaline still hadn't calmed down but you could spot regret when his brow softened a little.

"But, honestly toji...I don't give a fuck about being like her. I never tried to be. All I tried was to— to love you more that her so you could know your worth after you lost her." Every cell in your body tried to gather as much courage as it could to just stand there and being able to say this.

All the anger in his suddenly had vanished, replaced with regret and hatred for himself. He never wanted to make you feel like this. He never wnated to fuck this up, and make you cry. But now he had. He let his hand reached you, only to notice your leg stepping backward.

"I am never going to be enough, right? Fuck. I can't do this."

"No. Don't say it—"

"I think it's time I leave." Feet rushing towards you, his steps heavier.

"Don't say that. Fuck I am so sorry. I didn't mean it, baby. I..." Broken sobs left your lips. He wanted to kiss them away, but he didn't know if he could right now. Big thumb brushed away your thick tears, palm resting against your cheek. He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. Placing your body on the grey mattress, he climbed on the bed, laying next to you with your head on his arms. There were no words exchanged for the rest of the night. When your sobs stopped, he kissed your forehead as you passed out from exhaustion. The sight bought him both peace and pain. He promised himself that he will make it up to you tomorrow.

The sun was brighter the next morning, or at least that is what Toji felt when the sun rays coming from the window fell directly on his body. Usually, he'd wake up to the shade of your body. His eyes widened as he hastily sat up, finding you nowhere on the bed.

"No. No. No. Please."

He rushed to the bathroom, but it was empty. Kitchen? Empty. Hall? Empty. Wait. He moved closer to the coffee table when he caught a glimpse of what seemed like a note.

"Thank you for everything and I am sorry I wasn't enough. Goodbye Toji."

A loud thud emerged as Toji's kness met the floor, clueless eyes scanning the room. It qas more silent than usual. The kind of silence that was killing him. Has it always been this quiet?

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[hoofpeet]

14 year old artists listen to me right now (gripping you by the shoulders) STOP caring about your "internet presence" right naow. Draw slower and stop trying to boil your art down to an acceptable marketable brand

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[techorgana]

I gotta do everything myself in this house ):< 

(pls rb)

[myhiddenquerencia]

Look at you, Wiping your own tears With the same hands That long to be held

Ayesha Zahra

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚