#thoughts from the asylum

[t4t-fagdyke]

oh? homosexuality and transgenderism are a mental illnesses? guess you’ll have to lock me in a padded room in a straight jacket along with all the other trans homos ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[thewornoutandtired]

Waking Up

When I first woke up, nothing looked familiar. I wasn't in my room, or a classroom, or any of my friends' houses. The bed felt uncomfortable under me, like it was much thinner than any of my other ones. I finally opened my eyes, looking up at a ceiling that was dimly lit by a light I couldn't see. The bare, off-white ceiling had a brownish stain on it that my half-asleep brain told me was an eevee.

Wait? Where the fuck am I?

The realization hit me like a freight train, and I sat up quick enough that I got dizzy for a second. As I fought the gnaw of panic inside me, I took in my surroundings.

The entire room was the same off-white color, save the fake wood flooring. I was laying in a twin bed in one corner, my feet hanging off the end, with a single sheet and blanket covering me. There were two chairs against the wall opposite me with a nightstand between myself and them, a window with built-in shades just past the foot of my bed, a nightlight built into the far-right corner, and a door with a little window in the far left. The room had no decorations, no electronics, no signage or any clue as to where I was.

Where the hell was I? The last thing I could remember was...getting into a fight? I remembered yelling, arguing with someone or someones, and then everything was black. My arms hurt, but I couldn't remember how I had injured them.

I tried to crawl out of bed, and realized that my right wrist wouldn't come with me. I pulled the covers back and saw a set of handcuffs locking chaining me to a rail on the bed. I also realized that I was wearing clothes I didn't recognize. I had never owned a pair of sweatpants or a t-shirt in this shade of grey. The long sleeves of shirt were really scratchy on the inside, like they had some kind of padding, and I figured that must be what was hurting me.

A shadow passed by the window, and I tried to call out to it. My voice was hoarse, like I had either been screaming nonstop or hadn't spoken in days. All that came out was a raspy croaking noise, but apparently it was enough. The door opened.

In walked an old woman wearing scrubs. She smiled at me as she flipped on the lights, but I saw it falter when she looked at my face. My rising panic must have been showing.

"How are you feeling, dearie?" She asked me. Her voice reminded me of my grandmother. It was soothing, and I could actually feel myself getting calmer.

"Where am I?" I managed to choke out, my voice still sounding like I'd been smoking since I was born.

"You're in the hospital, dearie, do you really not remember?" the nurse asked me, kneeling next to my bedside. She pulled a remote out of the nightstand as I shook my head. "I'm sorry for that, dearie. Would you like some water?"

I nodded enthusiastically at that, and the nurse pushed a button on the remote. It made a beeping noise, and she showed it to me.

"This here is a remote just for you. This one calls the nurse's station, these two control the temperature in your room, and this one is the nightlight.

A second nurse entered the room, this one a man who was probably in his thirties. He handed the nurse a cup of water and a smaller cup that rattled. The lady nurse handed me the water and let me take a couple of awkward sips using my left hand before she handed me the other one.

There were three pills in the cup, two oblong white ones and a circular blue one. I looked at the nurse in confusion, but she merely nodded.

"Take them please, dearie. It's important that you do."

I swallowed all three down, juggling the pill cup with the water cup before looking at the nurse again. "What were they?"

"One antipsychotic, one antidepressant, and one sedative." She said primly.

"You're knocking me out?"

"You're supposed to be out for another two days while your arms and insides heal, dearie. The next time you wake up, press the call button and either I or the doctor will come see you, okay?"

"Can I ask one more question?" I asked, already feeling groggy from the sedative.

"I suppose one more won't hurt." The nurse smiled kindly at me.

"Why am I chained to the bed?"

"Because you hurt people, dearie, and the police are afraid that you might escape or try to hurt me or someone else."

The shock from what she told me couldn't stop the chemicals from dragging me down, but her words did echo into my dreams.

[cloudcryptid]

A sharp smile and even sharper teeth, relishing the feeling. He could feel the power flowing back to it's rightful place. His lamb had served him well and made the right choice in the end. Something was wrong. Images of chains flickered over the lamb like an afterimage. Metal replacing a bell. The wool was falling into their eyes. Not falling. Dripping. His lamb was dripping. He watched, enraptured, as the lamb seemed to melt before him. This isn't how it was supposed to go. No he'd carved out a section of the underworld. He was to keep them whole in a place just for them. Why were they melting?! They weren't supposed to me- Narinder lurched awake, chest heaving, aching, barely able to grasp breathing still. The sheets, or what was left of them, were shredded and stained. Tatters of some poor attempt to appease him. He didn't understand. Aside from the melting, that was how it was supposed to happen. That damned lamb was supposed to give him the red crown. Submit and kneel to their fate. It was the plan. It's what he wished for. Wishes for still. So why did it feel like a nightmare? His bed feels cold.

just the lamb and background for anyone curious

[glitterliver07]

RAHHH CONFETTI CANNON REDESIGN BE UPON YE!!!!!

so yeah. I redesigned her slightly as well as giving her an actual job and some info after yk.. learning the phights a lot of the time arent canon i believ!!

her redesign mainly consists of giving her something that kind of shows her job and also trying to actually make her look in her 30s, bc believe it or not my biggest fear when it comes to confetti is accidentally making her look much younger than she is ESP when im drawing confettihammer, yikes.

I'll draw a more game accurate version soon, when drawing this i had just woken up from one of those long naps that leave u feeling like you got hit with something.

i did forget to put some more info on her sheet... oops.

Confetti cannon

she/her

39 years (damn girl you old /j )

5'0 or around 153cm(?)

From playground, has a bakery in crossroads

ranged, i imagine her cannon being sort of needing to be 'reloaded' but the thing with it is whenever it fires it fires in rapid bursts that do decent damage from a mid distance but much more damage up close. tho has some recoil. I imagine the phinisher being just her aiming then just. blasting the place shes aiming at with her cannon. (think skateboards phinisher mixed with rockets or something in the way it works). good damage but INSANE recoil

yeah thats what i got abt her!! confetti redesign !! possible moveset explanation soon :3

[smashstappen]

After seeing Brown's pathetic temper tantrum I take back saying Lando behaved like a child after last race, he was so incredibly mature compared to Brown.

Jfc, man, you're 60, get a grip! You're not a 16 years old hormonal teenager writing in their black book 'I hate you's around the name of the person who dared to buy that expensive cool top they were eyeing. 🙄

[unwritten-fanfiction]

I did a fanart

There's no path of trampled flowers around so I guess they all flew down while in whimsical laying position idk, just don't think about it lol

[drowningparty]

Anyway, fuck Dr Seward. He took away Renfield's agency, never showed him respect, and encouraged his delusions b/c he saw Ren as a novelty he could use to "advance [his] own branch of science" (90) if he made a study of him. Renfield comments on this when he stops eating live animals, saying Seward will need to get himself a new patient with zoophagy (320), b/c he knows that's all Seward wants — an interesting case study, not to sincerely help him.

Seward regularly puts Renfield in a straitjacket, chains him to a padded wall despite his awful cries (127), has his staff hurt him, and still has the audacity to think Ren should view him as a friend when he views Ren as nothing but a "pet lunatic" (179). And Ren does call him a friend, words dripping with sarcasm, but the sarcasm goes over Seward's head, he's such an egotist. He doesn't even get, when Ren says: "They think I could hurt you! Fancy me hurting you!" (132) it's b/c Seward's the one with all the power, hurting him.

Renfield's powerless in that asylum. He can't seriously hurt anyone. Seward just doesn't see himself, or his actions, as abusive. But he doesn't view his patients as fully-rounded people. It doesn't matter who they were before they came to him. Renfield's life before his delusions? Never comes up in his entries. Who he could be after he left, if his condition were managed? Irrelevant. All Seward sees is a case study that could make him famous. If he actually cared about his patients welfare, he'd have listened when Ren came to him in distress.

Ren only served Dracula b/c he took advantage of him, a desperate, lonely, delusional, queer, mentally ill older man who had once been respected by his peers before losing everything, and fed his fixed idea. A man who no one would believe. A man who would be easy to kill once he'd served his purpose. A man who wouldn't be missed, if he disappeared. Men like that disappear all of the time.

Seward saw the danger Renfield was putting himself in by meeting Dracula alone, but didn't stop him. When Ren tells him he'll die if he isn't sent away, Seward refuses to help. Renfield wanted to escape. His death wasn't a 'sacrifice,' that implies it was his choice to stay & die for someone he hardly knows. If Seward answered his prayers, Renfield would have fled and saved himself. He'd have neither helped nor stopped Dracula. B/c he wanted to live! He was in love with life! His entire monomania revolved around the desire to live by any means necessary, even stealing what hours he believed the lifeblood of a fly could give him! Instead, Seward kept him trapped in his cell, and left him to be murdered like a rat in a cage. A tragedy that could have been avoided if anyone had simply listened to him!

[valdotjpg]

hey boss, any thoughts on the upcoming elden ring dlc? ur fromsoft takes are always enlightened

dont quote me on this but i thjnk miquella might be in it.

[aq2003]

ive decided to make a uquiz

[martyrbat]

okie finished the lets play of arkham city while knitting and. hm..

[ava-of-shenanigans]

Thinking about how a Victorian asylum would probably be an ideal hunting ground for a vampire (a vampire like Dracula or Carmilla, who tended to prey on young women, that is). They were full of young ladies (since a lot of families sent their daughters or wives there for being “disruptive” or “disobedient”), the patients wouldn’t be believed if they tried to tell someone about what was happening to them, and no one would really care about them dying. Just a whole bunch of incredibly vulnerable people gathered inside one building. Plus, would it really be that hard to convince someone already living in absolute hell to say “come in” to the mysterious voice at the window that promises them freedom?

Please someone stop me before I start having story ideas.

[kittylordinfinity]

*screaming crying slamming doors etc etc* guys what in the everloving fuck happened to the voidkin asylum while i was gone???

[clamorybus]

i don't wanna call that lobotomy tiktok misinfo, because it isn't really, it's just that thing where it's hard to condense history into a 1 minute clip without stripping some context

[smashstappen]

Oh my god, McLaren have lost their grip on reality 🤣 I am on the floor, this is unreal, effin hilarious, that tweet literally screams insecure and desperate™️ 😂 If I were Oscar, h*ll, even Lando, I'd crawl under the motorhomes in embarrassment and tail it to Monza asap. If anyone asked me, I'd deny knowing those people.

[mycological-mariner]

This song is fantastic for insomniatic boat lovers

[swagging-back-to]

whats even more repulsive about asylums is how they advertise themselves to people who are thinking of voluntary admission. they show these lucurious wards with spacious and deluxe rooms, computer halls, a large cafeteria, game rooms, community rooms where you can talk to others

and then in reality youre confined to a 4x6 room on a cot 20 hours every day. you eat plain penne pasta silently at childrens tables while the nurses prison guards stare at you to make sure you dont try socializing or stealing the silverware, thats your breakfast along with various pills. then you go back to your room and cry until it gets dark. and on certain days youre allowed to go sit silently in a room watching an old movie just to have some semblance of escapism. you cant even look at anyone else or the prison guards yell at you. then you get pumped full of your second or third dose of drugs for the day and try to fall asleep.

the only people youre allowed to talk to are the social workers who would ask you the same questions every few hours every single day. trying to prove youre lying about the abuse youre talking about, apparently.