Deferred Happiness Syndrome

The common feeling that your life hasn't begun, that your present reality is a mere prelude to some idyllic future. This idyll is a mirage that'll fade as you approach, revealing that the prelude you rushed through was in fact the one to your death.

wait. random idea. Pathetic(blame candy) muzan & kokushibo are exes from Centuries ago and he has Complaints hed like to talk about w him but all hes getting to now is Nakime. hes so sick of his bullshit and just enduring it and goes to kagaya like 'i have to kill kibutsuji. ill help you kill him & the other upper moons just PLEASE im so sick of this shit. i need to kill him' 'well you arent killing me so ill give you the benefit of doubt-'

since they broke up he's hacked at the curse to the point he can snap it Whenever without muzan noticing, he finally did so & went to kagaya bc he can Feel shit's gonna pick up soon. he has his memories but he Ignores Them bc hes ashamed and kinda projecting it onto muzan. he has to kill muzan to kill his shame kinda fucked up coping mechanism yk?

the hashira try to kill him On Sight together but he calmly deflects everything while explaining hes working with them to kill kibutsuji. reluctant acceptance with the note from kagaya giving him a pass. most of them fully believe its a trap tho.

koku seeing tanjiro & his earrings and starting to approach, giyuu already has his blade lodged in his neck as a warning/threat & tanjiro staring at him in shock like 'HUH?? THE MAN FROM MY DREAMS?? HES A DEMON NOW? WAIT WHATS HE DOING HERE-'

Thinking about @lumeha's post about sewing :

I now have the worst AU in mind -

AG AU : Rhea insists on sewing/modifying Cyril's clothes (he grows up so fast!), and Mercedes notices it.

They turn their teatime session in a sewing session, soon joined by random women and anyone who knows how to sew in Firdhiad, because they want to support the Kingdom against the Empire no matter how, let it be to mend clothes for soldiers, or to sew new ones from scraps for children and refugees.

Those sewing seminars become increasingly popular and help to promote the church's image in Firdhiad, but also, start to be exported in other areas of the country as Rhea asked her monks to "sew" between sermons (which left them confused, but they did it nonetheless).

Mercedes notices Lady Rhea's sewing isn't like the one she learnt in adrestia, and she seems to repeat a certain pattern, but she finds it pretty and asks her how to learn it. For some reason, Rhea seems really touched by the request, and everyone in the "sewing seminar" learns how to sew like she does.

Little do they know, the Nabatean brother who became the Lance of Ruin taught her how to sew, when she was still a kid a very long time ago, and Rhea's actually very pleased that his memory is still alive, not as a weapon, but through his sewing.

Why do so many psychiatrists love to gaslight. Okay, Hannibal Lecture.

If I had a nickel for every time a psychiatrist straight up told me lies I would have too fucking many and that's a problem.

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rgrhrgrhgr going insane thinking about how I have felt so much love and affection for a character from a card game anime of all things!! for over two years!!! one of the most frustrating guys ever nonetheless!!!!

i C u moyle

captured in 4k

no requests tonight BUT i do have some oc content that ive been wanting to draw for a while

(click for better quality ! tumblr killed it and i drew on a small canvas)

[OC-tober prompts by spiral89art]

day 22 - [create a new oc - music edition] - a favorite song from a specific artist

radical face - the dead waltz

grrrr I want to make pocket mirror analysis dumps soooooo So Fucking Bad but i a) don't have the energy and b) should. Really replay the game again First

girl help i remembered minecraft diaries existed and i fell down a rabbit hole of memory lane and made it more than halfway through season one in one day and proceeded to dream about zane committing atrocities

guy who didn't take their stop getting panicked and freaking out at everything and having unbearable heart palpitations and being unable to sleep pill voice guess who's feeling panicked and won't stop freaking out at everything and is having unbearable heart palpitations and can't sleep!! el oh el!

They're that one image but swapped.

we've been living in this apartment for two months now, and while we've observed most of our new neighbours (my slavic Windowsill Watcher Grandmother gene already activated), I don't think they had the chance to see us often enough to recognise us yet.

I do know, however, from my observations, that the tiny funny dog upstairs is called Gucio. I've passed him once or twice during his walk and heard his owners use the name - and, while both the dog and his owners are oblivious to our existence, Gucio became an apt topic of discussion in our house. you know, we hear barking, ha, that's Gucio, he must be home alone again! or there's a stick left by the building door, that must have been brought by Gucio and he was forced to abandon it before entering! a household name, really.

yesterday as I was leaving to go to the store, walking down the narrow staircase, there he is! tiny funny looking dog, slightly startled by me suddenly appearing on the floor he just reached on his tiny funny looking legs.

"good morning Gucio!" I say joyfully, the most natural thing in the world.

well. remember that Gucio doesn't really know me. so he looks at me in the most flabbergasted way a dog can look at a person. he is positively aghast. agog! not sure how aware dogs are of their own names but he seemed genuinely puzzled at the apparent stretch of social convention.

and as I try to contain my laughter, I see his owner standing on the stairs below. the woman is sort of awkwardly frozen, speechless, and she looks at me.

"you... know each other?" she asks.

is that not the funniest way to phrase it. is this not the funniest question she could have asked. ma'am do you know my dog? you went to school together perhaps? you've met? do tell, are you old friends? maybe you worked together? you know each other, my dog and you? this dog? you know him? he knows you? he never mentioned you I'm afraid

Oh randomly generated OCs (by shuffling songs and making characters inspired by them) from high school… How I love you

remember that your mind is not you, but also that you can do nothing more than work with it to live