#tw: suicide thoughts

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Okay, but what even IS an emergency request? Like, for money?

CW: Suicide mentioned, abuse

Heyo! From my understanding, emergency requests are fics or headcanons in which someone’s going through a tough time and is in need of comfort.

Like- an example of it would be: “Could I ask for an emergency request with Tanjiro comforting a reader who’s having an anxiety attack” Or “Could I please have some Dazai headcanons comforting his S/O having suicidal thoughts” things like that.

They can range anywhere from little things like going through a break up or having an argument to much heavier subject matter like dealing with an abusive situation or mental breakdowns. Depending on the author and their rules is how many topics they’d cover. I haven’t seen anyone charge for them, so I can’t say if that’s a thing.

Now- just to be clear; I could be absolutely wrong about this completely. I don’t write emergency requests and don’t plan to so I’m by no means an expert on the topic. This is more or less what I’ve gathered from blogs I follow that do emergency requests. Those who are more knowledgeable- please feel free to pop in/reblog this with more info or corrections to anything I may have gotten wrong.

I hope that clears it up! Like I said- I’m by no means super knowledgeable on the subject so I could be dead wrong- but that’s what my understanding of it is.

[devinheirofhera]

status: open | @calamitousstarters​ location: on the beach

So much had had changed in the almost full year Andrew was gone from Calamity and his underwater kingdom. The responsibilities of his title and heartache had begun to fuse together inside his chest causing a pressure that instead of turning into a diamond - something strong and firm - it began to crack and crumble. He knew he was on the verge of a disastrophe that would have left him either broken more so, bruised or dead. It wasn’t healthy the way he thought about himself as he looked in the mirror each morning wondering ‘why bother’. Everything good in his life was gone because of him, tossed aside because Andrew never saw himself deserving of any of it; a family, love, people that relied on him. So, again, he knew it was only a matter of time before he gave into that small voice that had always lived in the back of his mind so he left. 

Well he left after talking to his wonderful wife with a plan in his hand. 

He left to go find meaning for himself, to help the kingdom that he was now partly in charge of as a way to give himself a purpose. Moving from mer-kingdoms to mer-kingdoms that weren’t part of Calamity and The Forgotten, Andrew used his quick wit and charismatic charms to get them to help his kingdom should a war break out. He wasn’t a strong fighter, he honestly was a bit of a coward but this he realized he could do well. And so he did. 

Alliances joined their side, some more eager to help than others and eventually Andrew soon found himself looking into the mirrors in the morning and no longer thinking ‘why bother’. He had found his new purpose and passion for life and when he felt that not only was his work done, but that spark inside him was strong enough, he made his way back to The Forgotten. 

Back home. 

Andrew had been home for a few days when he finally found the urge to step onto land for the first time in almost a year. Scale exchanged he took his first steps assuming that it would be like riding a bike-- It was not. Falling flat on his ass on the sand, he let out a dramatic sigh and rolled his head towards the nearest person because of course he wasn’t lucky enough to be alone for this moment of failure. “Care to help me up? Seems I have lost my land legs as embarrassing as this is.” 

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@toxicmalicex​ said:  𝔦 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫’𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔢.

                ˜”*°•.        There is  a  smile forming  onto  her lips ;  a  smile of  relief ,  of contentment ,  of  everything . What’d  once  looked like  certain  death , like   a  dead-end ,  suddenly full  of  life , full  of  hope . They  were  there ; Ben ,  Alex ,  Layton , even  Marisa . They’d  risked everything  just  to find her ,  just  to save  her  , and  it  felt  overwhelming .  Both contentment  and  aversion  gnawing at  her  insides ; aversion  at  the herself .  Aversion  at thinking  that  she had  the  right to  even  think about  walking  outside , about  surrendering .  About abandoning  hope .  But it  didn’t  matter .  Right  now ,  it didn’t  matter  because they  were  there ; the  people  she thought  she’d  never see  again  were there .  And  she could  finally  breath again .

❝ I am  difficult  to get  rid  of , I  think  you know  that  already . ❞  There  is something  the  joking about  his  tone . This  month  at the  station  resembling more  a  century in  hell  rather than  a  research mission .  Looking  more like  a  certain condemnation  rather  than something  the  escapable . And  yet ,  it was  over .  And not  in  the way  she’d  ever imagined  it  to  be .

[commonzinnia]

death isnt enough. i need to never have existed

[rainywhispersblog]

[saebaragi]

hi here's a reminder to check on your suicidal friend if they're not replying for days, yk, maybe they didn't kill themselves, but they would feel nice knowing that you care if they did. just a suggestion btw.

[blueskittlesart]

Now that you're gone

[snuffysbox]

The canon heart event that made me want to do these comics to begin with 🌧️

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So, yeah, this segment is very dear to me on a personal level, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed drawing it. These updates are taking so long due to the backgrounds and extra characters, but this time, the backgrounds are simplified along with the colour palette, so hopefully the next update isn’t too far off! I know last year I took a month long break, but I have been managing breaks between updates, so this time it won’t be necessary. My goal is to have this comic done by April. Props if I have it done before then!

[even-disco-baby]

THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES

PROBLEM

The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?

SOLUTION

You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     It  hadn’t  been  a   choice  out  of  heroism .  She  knew  Snowpiercer  just  as  well  as  Ben  had ,  she’d  taken  most  decisions  with  him  by  her  side,  he  had  nothing  less  than  her .  But  Marisa  just didn’t  like  him ,  did  she ?  She’d  known  it  since  the  beginning ,  noticed  the  bitterness  in  her  whenever  she  brought  up  his  name .   It’d  simply  been  the  perfect  chance ,  hadn’t  it ?  Take  away  the  one  man  on  this  train  that  she’d  loved .   ❝ Did  you  feel  bad  at  all ?  Just  a  bit  when  you  did  it . ❞  Because  she  hadn’t  witnessed  hesitancy,  hadn’t  seen  the  slightest  trace  of  guilt .  She  hadn’t  seen  the  expression  of  no  choice ,  no .  She’d  seen   clear  determination .  ❝ Or  were  you  enjoying  removing  him  from  the  picture ?  ❞ 

It’d  be  easy .  Using  the  blade  the  way  Marisa  had ,  save  the  world  from  herself .  They  still  had  passengers  on  this  train ,  though ,  passengers  she  was  responsible  for .  She  couldn’t  die .  As  much  as  she  was  certain  Marisa  could  save  them  herself ,  she  couldn’t  just  go .  Ben  was  dead  and  they  couldn’t  bring  him  back .  She  knew  the  train ,  knew  enough  to  protect  it  from  nature  itself .   Knew  enough  to  face  the  threat  that’d  emerged .  It  didn’t  matter  what  she  wanted,  after all,  this  was  a  curse  she’d  accepted  since  the  beginning .  It  didn’t  matter  if  she  lost  everyone  she  loved ,  she’d  made  the  train  split .  She’d  spoken  to  the  people  of  Snowpiercer,  she’d  convinced  some  of  them  to  stay .  She  was  responsible ,  she’d  always  been .  Death  was  a  choice  she  didn’t  have  the  right  to  make .  Not  now .  Not  until  there  was  nothing  left  to  save .

❝ If  you  ever have  to  choose  between  me  and  Alex,  you’ll  kill  me .  Do  you  understand  ? ❞  Voice  was  firm ,  serious .  She  would  never  accept  to  live  by  killing  her  daughter .  Would  never  accept  to  take  away  the  future  of  the  girl  that’d  been  tossed  into  the  madness  of  old  rivalries  because  of  her.  She finally  had  a  chance  to  live  normally.  And  if  she  ever  saw  her  again ,  if  she  ever  got  to  hug  her,  talk  to  her ,  she’d  let  none  and  nothing  touch  her .  Knife  was  dropped  onto  the  ground ,  eyes  just  briefly  catching  sight  of  him .  She  needed  to  concentrate  ,  she  knew  it .   Needed  to  snap  out  of  this  and  actually  come  up  with  a  solution .  But  she  couldn’t  do  it  with  her .  Couldn’t  even  stand  looking  at  her .

the villain, the lapdog & the sacrificial lamb. for weren't these the roles they had tossed themselves into? she would gladly take up the role of a monster, she could tolerate bennett's blarney, but she would not stay silent about the last of the three. it was not who melanie was. not the woman she had watched make difficult choices for nearly a decade. a woman who took on the weight of keeping the last remains of human race from extinction. a woman who knew some people had in fact more value than the others ; someone who would would spend sleepless nights at going through passenger's records, placing an X by the names, choose who will freeze or starve, & who gets to live once the resources would grow thin. choices, indeed, made together. blood staining one's hands as much as the other's. marisa wasn't going to watch melanie crumble under the weight of it. death had long taken on a disguise of long longed-for rest, & yet they were still here. still alive. still refusing to give up. still fighting. still responsible.

❝ yes, & i would dare to do so again & again. & would look into his eyes while doing so. ❞ however, it weren't his eyes she bored into, not his tears that kept falling, not hurt, & anger, & disbelief shouting louder than words ever would. her own showing no remorse nor no regret — regret over watching all they had attempted to build together crack & break, watching it shatter. many times had she pondered upon things she could have done in order to choke off those suicide missions, pondered upon the ways in which those attempts would make the woman before her hate her more than she ever had before. plots never executed, fears coming alive— — — nevermore.

fingers gone loose around the handle, expecting nothing less than to feel ruby-stained edge against her own artery. the thought of it not enough to make her even flinch. contrary to the sight playing out before her eyes instead. ❝ what are you doing? ❞ she asked abruptly, her own body suddenly stiff, paralyzed by the terror, now also reflected in her blue eyes — previously so cold, so unswayed — glued to the silver. she couldn't— wouldn't... wouldn't she? ❝ no, you're not thinking straight. put it down. ❞ she demanded. voice, however hard unwavering she attempted for it to stay, now slightly shaken. however much she wanted to knock the blade from the other's hand, she dared move. she wouldn't take the other's actions for no more than a threat, hesitation for unwillingness. ❝ if you do this, it's all gonna be in vain. ben's death will be in vain. you will never see alexandra again. is it really what you want? ❞ names she had no choice but to try to plant in the other's mind. to make her remember there were still people she would be fighting for. ❝ hand it over... please. ❞ a whisper as she made a tentative step closer.

[commonzinnia]

taking naps because i hate feeling and hope to never wake up