This post is for the mentally ill and ND people who do harmful things. Those who struggle with anger, aggression, and violence. Those who are manipulative, who do and say things that hurt people. Those who do all these things and more - who don't get why it's harmful due to havig no empathy, sympathy, compassion, remorse, etc.

Doing things that are wrong doesn't make you any less deserving of a good, safe, and fulfilling life. It doesn't make you a monster. It doesn't mean you deserve pain or discrimination. It doesn't mean you deserve to be alone, ostracized, and discarded. It doesn't make your existence wrong.

You're still here with the rest of us. You still have needs, wants, and rights. Some of the things you do may not be good or excusable, but you are a whole person. You are a whole person, and you deserve better. And I hope you get that someday, whatever it means to you.

“ you can stay as long as you’d like, ” audrey reassures without being asked, preparing one of the guest rooms for the stranger; it was already half made-up, all of them were. you never knew when lost souls might wander in, for a night or two, for a month or two, for as long as they needed, the sanctuary would provide safe haven. “ there are only two rules: don’t grab anything from the cauldron without asking me, i will not reverse the effects of the potion for at least twenty-four hours if you do, ” tone started off serious, though by the end, the smile shone through her tone, “ and you must give me a name. it does not need to be yours, but it must be real. ”

witchy starter call.     ☾     @aempathie​​​​​​​

“ halt! yes, you there, young lady! ” snapping his fingers, he forgets for a second that he is not at court, expecting that a courtier will grab the cloaked-woman and bring her to him. “  oh, forget it. ” throwing his cloak over one shoulder, he crosses the meadow to catch up to her. “ haven’t i seen you before? ”

@aempathie​      •     elysian sc.

 @aempathie​ ASKED,  ❝  𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒓𝒂𝒘,  𝒃𝒖𝒕  𝒊  𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓  𝒊𝒕  𝒊𝒔  𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕. ❞ / 𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒋𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚

          𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘’𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇.   nadja understood her completely, understood how she felt about feeding off of the mortals⸺how blood, how sweet, && how power inducing it tended to be in the right mood, in the right state of mind, with the right amount of hunger.  devour them, drain them dry, laugh while they squirm && beg for their life !   too far?  wednesday never really minded not sparing them . . of course it depending on her   𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓭    && if she was feeling charitable that night or not.     ❝  you couldn’t have put it more perfectly, nadja. ❞  speaks the woman feeling the blood drying against corners of her mouth && on her hands.   blots of it stain her shirt, an annoyance but not the worst of them.      ;       closing the door to nadja’s home, wednesday follows behind the woman:   ❝  what do you enjoy most?  the way they squirm or when they plead you for  𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚈? ❞   a mercy wednesday is sure nadja isn’t inclined to grant them.  although the two woman hadn’t known each other long . . wednesday could see her becoming good friends with her.   it’s not often you find a vampire as like minded as yourself.  

@aempathie​  said  “do  you  have  a  minute  to  talk ?”  from  deanna  troi  !

 oh,   she'd rather not.    truly,    deeply,   in every way that matters.  half-blood has learnt many lessons as she grew up   -    a child of three worlds,    yet belonging to none at the same time.   (  how hard she works to be useful:   a brilliant mind,   too quick,   eyes too sharp for the softness slips out between the cracks of her defences.   )   people are better at a distance   -    far enough they may allow brunette to play whatever role others require without the attention needed to truly be known.

 curiosity towards the other doesn’t even out the risk,   nor does it make the swallowing of all the would-be replies that claw their way to maeve’s throat.   ❝   of course.   ❞    easy politeness,  indistinctive warmth as peridot gaze only briefly attempts to find a way up from screen simple nails continue tapping upon.    ❝    how can I be of service?  or should I be concerned my presence has unsettled enough people you wanted to check for yourself I’m not up to anything menacing?   ❞

questioning minds starters   |   accepting

“ don’t tell me he asked you to check up on me. ”    it wouldn’t be surprising. in fact, it is exactly what she would expect. let other people take care of the problems, the great picard doesn’t have time for that. the thought is a bitter one and she refuses to be bitter about that man right now.    “ as you can see, i’m perfectly fine. no need for counselling. ”    it doesn’t take an empath to know that this is so far from the truth. raffi’s never been a subtle person; she doesn’t hide her emotions, she doesn’t hide her struggles, she is so openly human.  /  @aempathie​

so many things happening all at once, kestra hardly has time to process it. she’s helping as best as she can, even though it is limited. in theory, she has many skills; learned from her parents, the woods, the people she’s met. and yet, many of them aren’t exactly skills she has ever practiced for real. she knows how to fight, but the reality of it looks different. it’s frustrating. in her frantic attempt get out of the situation, kestra doesn’t even notice she gets hurt while tumbling down the slope. only when she takes a moment to sit down, catching her breath, she notices the stinging pain on her right shoulder and a quick glance tells her this is looking bad.

“ mom? ”    her voice sounds almost strange to herself, too quiet, too careful. but she knows her mother will freak out, and the last thing she wants is for her to worry. pressing a hand to the wound, she bites the inside of her cheek a little too hard as she approaches the older woman.    “ don’t freak out. please. i’m sorry. ”    pain eventually catches up with her and she cannot fight off the few stray tears that make it down her cheek. great. this is not at all as planned. deanna is by her side quicker than she liked and kestra feels guilty.    “ it’s okay … everything’s going to be alright, ”   her mother ( @aempathie​ ) tries to assure her and she knows it takes her a lot to remain so calm right now.

“ i was running down the hillside and my foot got stuck. i tumbled down. ”    she is almost embarrassed to admit it. for someone who spends most of her time in the woods she should have known better. she should have been more careful. well, she’s paying for it now.    “ it’s … it’s not that bad, promise. it just stings. a lot. ”

it’s no secret that kira nerys despises the starfleet frivolities of diplomacy.  the collar of her dress uniform had been suffocating but she prevails. taking the station’s visitor onto the first steps of the promenade, she casts her gaze @aempathie​ with a smile —— a twinge of amusement.  it doesn’t take an empath to know that the major’s entertained by her own thoughts. thus one brain lofts, words hang at the tip of her tongue before she finally speaks.

“   i’m ... i’m sure ambassador troi — your mother — must’ve told you a few things about her visits to the station.   ”   nerys attempts to stifle a laugh, more out of embarrassment than amusement.    “   so ... where do you wanna go first, counsellor?   ”

Okay, so maybe Han was right, and this wasn’t the best idea in the world. The closer he gets to @aempathie​​, the more he can feel darkness and sorrow creeping in on every part of his mind, shadow swallowing the light. It’s suffocating, too hot and too cold all at once, but it’s accompanied by an odd sense of clarity and focus. This is a righteous darkness, a righteous anger, purposeful and pointed, but underneath the calm exterior there is still so much hurt, so much pain. 

He doesn’t feel fear, not as such, only sorrow for this woman and all that she has endured. 

“Darth Empatia,” he calls out, knowing she is here somewhere. “My name is Luke Skywalker. I’m not here to hurt you, I come unarmed. I just wanted to tell you... I’m sorry. I’m sorry for your loss. Nobody should have to suffer like that.” 

He turns around, holding the container higher so she could see. He’s not entirely sure of where she stands, as the physical and emotional shadows present obscure her in both ways. 

“I brought you some food-- stew, ahrisa, haroun bread, some fruit and cookies. It isn’t much, I’m not a very good cook, but I thought we could eat and talk, if you wanted. My sister and I lost a lot thanks to the Empire, but we always had each other. It must be very difficult all alone, but you don’t have to be. Not anymore.”

HUNTRESS STARTER CALL   :   ACCEPTING.

“the forest is very discerning,”   she’s perched on a tree branch,  peering down at ( @aempathie​ ),   “i always warn those who step inside that she’ll sense what’s in their heart and react accordingly.  take that as you wish,”

things you don't need to feel to be worthy of life:

love

attraction

empathy

sympathy

compassion

things you do need to be worthy of life:

you. that's all. just yourself, as you are.

@aempathie​​‘s   gaze   is   distracting,   and   will   knows   that   deanna   is   aware   of   exactly   how   much   it’s   affecting   him.   he’s   a   confident   man,   able   to   command   a   ship   of   starfleet   officials   with   (   usually   )   little   doubt   of   his   abilities.   but   in   this   moment,   a   dinner   between   the   bridge   crew   and   ranking   officers,   as   he’s   saying   something   mundane   to   data,   he   feels   her   eyes   and   it   makes   him   lose   his   train   of   thought   for   just   a   moment.   imzadi.   it’s   not   spoken   aloud,   but   he   knows   that   she   understands   the   warning   nonetheless,   and   will   takes   a   sip   from   his   glass   as   data   speaks   to   allow   him   a   moment.   his   eyes   narrow,   and   he   can   picture   her   perfectly   innocent   features   beside   him.   it   seems   that   something   that   would   never   change   with   age   was   how   much   she   attracted   him,   body   and   soul.   

if   it   were   any   other   occasion,   anything   that   required   the   professionalism   of   a   commander,   he   would   do   what   needed   to   be   done.   but   this   was   a   meal   amongst   colleagues   and   friends,   nothing   so   serious   that   he   couldn’t   rest   his   palm   against   deanna’s   thigh,   nothing   too   risky   about   winding   his   ankle   around   her   leg.   maybe   they   haven’t   spent   too   much   time   together   as   of   late,   and   usually   he   doesn’t   feel   it   as   acutely   as   he   does   now.   he   wonders   for   a   moment   if   it’s   him   or   her   that   is   making   him   feel   this   way   but   he’d   be   ridiculous   to   think   that   there   was   ever   a   time   he   didn’t   think   deanna   troi   was   the   most   ravishing   woman   he’s   ever   met.   he’s   sitting   on   the   edge   of   his   chair   now,   thumb   brushing   against   her   inner   thigh,   his   free   hand   taking   another   sip   from   his   glass.   “   anything   to   add,   counselor   ?   “   he   turns   his   head   to   look   at   her   now,   placing   his   glass   down   and   carefully   dragging   his   gaze   from   her   eyes   down   to   her   lips   before   turning   away.   this   was   a   tricky   game.   

“ i'm here for you. “ 

Hugh nodded, distant. Hugh. Not Third of Five. Hugh. He had two hands in front of him, one that was his since his birth, since he was held (he assumed) by biological family members for the few short months he was able to live with them. One was screwed to the bones in his upper arm and shoulder, its tubes and wires snaking through the meat of his arm, added to him when his right arm was torn off of him.

It was only now he could really understand the horror of what happened to him. He slowly met her gaze. “... I... Lost everything. Didn’t I?”

 @aempathie​ ASKED,  “  𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.  ”  / 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂

          𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 && 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐍  inside of bella’s chest isn’t worsens itself.  they try to be happy during the holidays, her daughters first, but it’s ruined with the thoughts whirling in the back of their mind.   the volturi were coming after them based on misinformation when she could’ve just spoken to irena && not had any of this happen.    (   bella could’ve been angry at the rest of her family, she could blame them,  but she won’t.   it wasn’t their fault that their sister 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴𝙳   something rather than speaking to them.   the history behind it, what happened with their mother, was hard enough to hear . . there was no telling what was running through the blonde vampires mind in that moment !   )      ;      the other woman’s presence was more comforting than expected,   ❝   thank you, tanya. ❞   voice is softer than usual,  sleeves being pulled over bella’s hands as if the cold bothered her anymore.   adjusting to being a vampire, this new life, was more   𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕    than she might’ve ever imaged yet they felt more comfortable in themselves than when she was a human.     ❝   i’m just worried, ❞  an understatement.    ❝  the snow’s sticking.  the volturi . . ❞   head gives a little shake. 

STAR TREK VOYAGER SEASON 4,  PART II.

PROMPT,    accepting.

klingons!  there’s no group more infuriating or stubborn in the entire galaxy.   that’s for damn sure.  reorganizing her quarters is all jadzia can think to do in order to occupy her time  —  she’s not leaving,  she’s sure as hell not apologizing to sirella or worf,  so that’s the only option isn’t it?  so keep herself busy and avoid more confrontations  —  there have been enough for at least a month taking place over the last several days alone.  

tension pulls at every muscle in her body as she stomps around aimlessly,  finding an overwhelming desire to just shut off every thought and feeling that tries to force its way to the surface.  that’s easier,  isn’t it?!  it’s what she’s done with uncomfortable experiences her whole life  —  put them in a box,  compartmentalize until she feels like actually dealing with them,  avoid,  push aside,  ignore.  

of course,  it turns out this sort of heartache isn’t so easy lock away.  that’s just her luck.  jadzia can remember telling julian about the lack of interest dax had presented in regard to romance,  and at the time it’d been true    until a stubborn,  pig-headed klingon had broken through.  damn him.  damn curzon for his ties to the empire.  damn her heart.

it’d been months since they’d last spent any real time together,  with worf stationed aboard a klingon ship and she aboard the defiant  —  maybe that’s all this had been.  they’d missed each other,  and the fact that alexander’s been reassigned had made for a convenient excuse to move the wedding up  —  the uncertainty of life in the middle of such a brutal war had made that undeniably appealing.  after the hell she’s endured over the last several months,  the idea of humoring martok’s wife had sounded exhausting  —  and in reality had been worse than jadzia had imagined.  she much prefers klingon men,  she’ll say that much.

there’s no real concept of how long she’s been alone when the sound of the door chime breaks the silence that,  now that she thinks about it,  should’ve been drowned out with some loud music or something.  anything to work as a distraction.  it’s too late for that now.

“go away!”   maybe her tone shouldn’t be so harsh,  but there’s no doubt in jadzia’s mind that whoever’s on the other side of that door is gonna try to convince her she’s in the wrong.  no,  no,  she has absolutely no interest in that  —  she’s not having that conversation.  

much to the annoyance of her twisting heart,  they don’t leave.

with a huff,  heavy footfalls lead the science officer to the door,  hands on her hips as the door slides open with its familiar hiss,  a deep scowl so prominent it hurts as jadzia snaps,   “what?”

she’d expected benjamin;  maybe julian;  martok,  even  —  so there’s a flash of surprise as the barrier moved aside reveals none of the men she might’ve anticipated  —  instead it’s a woman she’d met briefly only yesterday.   suddenly jadzia’s throat is tight as lips press firmly together,  a battle to reign in her feelings rising up at the knowledge that she’s face-to-face with an empath.   “what do you want?”   

it’s not entirely clear why,  but jadzia moves aside to allow the woman in while she returns to finishing her tasks  —  anything to keep herself busy,  anything to work as a distraction.  just her luck,  the words that follow stop her in her tracks,  jaw set as the trill remains facing away from  ( @aempathie​ ).

“how are you feeling?”   as much as she might want to,  there’s no ability to muster further annoyance at the question as the box springs open and jadzia finds herself faced with everything she’s been trying to avoid for hours now.  

eyes lift,  locked on an arbitrary spot on the ceiling in some futile attempt to keep tears from her eyes as a bitter laugh precedes a sarcastic response,   “oh,  i’m fine,  i don’t know why you’d ask.  there’s no reason i wouldn’t be fine,”

happy anniversary to Beverly ( @dannsa-dotair ) and Deanna ( @aempathie ) !!