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kaylinelizabeth4004 · 6 months

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Dog Days Are Over

Summary: The Reader is struggling with severe depression, and Alec Hardy comforts her.

A/N: inspired by one of @denaliwrites Alec stories! This one made me cry several times while writing it, it’s pretty much my experience minus Alec (unfortunately.)

TW: talk of severe depression, suicidal thoughts/ideation, body dysmorphia, and not beta read because it was hard to write

She sat on the couch, curled up in a corner while 'The Office' continued playing on the telly. She'd been mindlessly scrolling on her phone all day, not really noticing anything on there but not wanting to look away from a screen. Then she might see the real world for all it was, and today wasn't the time for that.

Y/N glanced at Michael Scott as he put on a stupid hat to impress some stupid friend of Pam's. She felt a tension in her shoulders, along her back and arms, but she tried to ignore it. Tried to bury herself amongst the blankets and pillows of the couch. It wasn't working, why wasn't it working?

She adjusted her pillows, and nothing. She got bored of the Instagram reels that always turned into mommy bloggers she didn't like to see. The telly grew louder and she suddenly found Michael Scott bordering on obnoxious and not funny. The room was so goddamn warm in there but she knew she couldn't change from her comfy clothes because she didn't want to wear a bra. If she changed into something remotely hugging her figure, she'd feel as though she had to wear a bra and start the day. It was so fucking stupid the way her brain was wired.

She tried to ignore it.

Then she got a sudden pang of guilt, a feeling that was brewing at the surface but she tried to shove down. She worried that everyone at work would absolutely hate her for not coming in. That they'd know she was lying about being sick and think she was a terrible worker, that she didn't provide anything, she was incompetent and slow and everyone was wondering why she couldn't get her fucking act together. She worried that when she wasn't there they'd be saying awful things. How stupid she was, how needy and desperate for attention and validation and pathetic.

The voices came whirring at her. She hadn't even realized they'd been speaking this entire time until they all started screaming at her. The voices battered like a ram, tore through her chest, attacking and spitting venomous words. Her lungs seemed to recede inside her, clenching for an oxygen that wasn't there. Suddenly her vision was blurring, hiccups came bursting from her lips in broken sobs and she could feel that heaviness in her chest like her heart was going to explode. She couldn't breathe with that weight, there was no oxygen. Y/N felt as though her skin was itchy and thin and it just wouldn't come off. If she could tear it all off to make it go away she would.

The loudest voice screamed out, "Everyone hates you! You are the worst human to exist and we wish you would just die already!" Her fingers buried in her hair, holding the roots tightly and her cheeks were burning hot. She wanted to scream but didn't have the energy. The voice kept screaming and screaming, "they hate you, they hate you, they hate you! You're the worst person ever!"

And it's all true, that's the most despicable part. She believed every foul thing that voice said was right in the truest sense of the word. No logic could stop her brain from believing that she was stupid and slow and incompetent.

She believed all the things they said, that she was fat and ugly, and her nose wasn't right, her skin wasn't right, her stomach was horrendous, she could never be beautiful or sexy or smart. She ruined every chance she had for it, and one day Alec was going to see how horrific she was and he'd flee. He'd spout viscous things and they would be right. She deserved all of it and worse. There was no man that deserved the hell she provided, she was the worst it could get.

Then she kept chiding herself, trying to stop this delusion she was building in her mind. She'd say, Y/N, that's not fair, you've worked on this. Y/N, you're on medication, this shouldn't be how you think. You're better now. Y/N, talk yourself out of it. Y/N, you're jumping to conclusions. And all the while she's sinking and building evidence to false realities. She wonders if she's insane, if she should be locked up then has to remind herself she's not Joe Miller. But a wicked part of her wishes she was, so these feelings would be justified.

There was no way to explain this to friends and family. No way to explain that this was her thoughts almost all the time, and the times she wasn't thinking like this it was lying low. But it never left. But everyone had depression these days, she wasn't unique. And if everyone else could live, then surely she could to.

She retracted her fingers from her hair, prying off the strands that came with it. Her cheeks were still painfully hot but she wiped the tears away. Michael Scott was still doing something stupid on the telly, and she had her phone on her lap. She wanted to call Alec. He'd said to call if she felt anything, said he wanted to be there for her. But wouldn't this be a burden? Wouldn't he find her repulsive after this? Not want to deal with it. She didn't want to either. She didn't want to deal with this anymore, she was so tired. And surely Alex's life would be easier with one less person to deal with? With one less mess to clean up, no worrying about her.

But it was those thoughts that forced her to call him. She knew that those thoughts were bad, that those thoughts led to bad things. And though she was humiliated, wanted to hide away from him, she knew it was for him she had to call. He'd be so hurt if she left. He'd blame himself, and that wasn't fair.

"Darlin?" His voice filled the silence.

Her breath shuddered and she sniffled like a baby, "Alec."

"What's happened?" His voice was stern, alert. With that one word he sensed that she wasn't okay.

"It's nothing."

"It's not nothing."

She let out a pathetic laugh, "no, Alec. I don't want you to worry."

"I'll be there in 15." Then he hung up. She gaped at the phone. Y/N didn't want Alec to see her like this, so broken and battered. He didn't deserve this.

Her heart started to race and she treated every sound as a threat. She looked horrible, she was certain her breath stank and her cheeks were flushing and her hair was going every which way. She looked fat and greasy, her clothes had stains. Oh God, oh God.

The door opened with no preamble. She shut her eyes and waited for him to yell, to be furious that there was no true emergency. It's not like she'd cut herself. There were footsteps and then the couch beside her dipped, but she felt no touch.

"Darlin?" Alec spoke softly, his accent sliding through her flat. Michael Scott seemed a distant image. "Are you alright?"

She didn't want to open her eyes. As childish as it was, she felt that if she didn't seem him then the issue was resolved. "I'm fine."

There was a pause, "May I see your beautiful eyes?"

With a shaky breath, she peaked through her lashes at Alec. He was sat beside her, brows furrowed in concern as he looked at her. His coat had raindrops on it, his hair mused and looking like chocolate. His beard needed to he shaved but she hated when he did. And in those stupid, beautiful brown eyes, she saw a love so raw and unconditional she couldn't stand it.

Tears fell down her cheeks and her hands went back to her hair. She could feel herself retreating, curling into a hall and away from the world that hated her. But Alec was so soft.

"Darlin, can I touch you?"

She whimpered a yes.

Warm, calloused hands came to her own in her hair. The touch was not harsh, yet it wasn't shy either. Alec wanted to love Y/N and keep her safe, even if it meant from herself. He brought them down, holding them firmly. Then he lifted her chin so she would look at him. Her lips began to quiver.

"How long has it been since you've showered?"

The question caught her off guard. She'd expected him to pry into what she was feeling and tell her why all of it was wrong and he loved her. Which was incredibly sweet, but would have hurt her so much. She'd feel like a burden. But this wasn't what she anticipated. "Uh, um, a few days."

"Do you care to take a shower with me?" He smiled, his Scottish accent lilting the words. "I need one from the rain."

She nodded nimbly. Alec got up from the sofa first, then helped her up though she didn't need it. They walked to her bedroom, where Alec went through her drawers to find a clean pair of underwear and pajamas. She felt her heart smile when he pulled one of his shirts she'd stolen as her top. He had his own pair kept in her drawers as well.

Alec walked softly as he went and turned the shower on, letting the water patter against the tile.

"Y/N, do you think we could take your dirty clothes off?" Alec asked, letting the tiniest of smiles cross his face. She'd learned to cherish that look, because it wasn't one many got. But right now, she felt selfish for getting to see it when she didn't earn it. Y/N nodded.

He helped take off her pajamas, each piece with care and precision. She felt like she was a wounded animal he was bringing back to life. That guilt forged its way in her heart. Alec placed a hand on her hip, the other on the back of her neck. Though she was naked, and he was about to be, it wasn't sexual in nature. It was intimate, and loving. Alec's voice was rough as he grumbled out, "Now you stop that bad thought. I love you as you are."

Her lips parted and her eyebrows shot up in surprise, she hadn't said a word. But Alec just pressed a kiss to her forehead. Soon they were both naked and they got into the steaming shower. Alec let her stand under the warmth, hands stroking her sides in ginger caresses. He was just appreciating her as she was.

Alec couldn't pretend to understand exactly what went through Y/N's head. It wouldn't be fair to her. But he did know that he loved her deeply, and that no matter what he'd stay with her. If she didn't know who she was, he would remind her if only for a moment to be with her.

With his long, dexterous fingers, he washed Y/N's hair. She stood awkwardly, letting it rain over her. It felt nice. The little pelts of hot water had a steady rhythm, only interrupted by Alec’s kind hands massaging her scalp. She felt the tears slip down her face in steady streams, but didn’t bother to hide them.

Alec quickly shampooed his own hair, then took his time with the body wash to take care of Y/N. He lavished her but in the most sincere way a person could. No agenda, just making sure that with each part of her body he cleaned that she knew he loved her. And she did, she knew he loved her more than anything. That’s what made it so hard.

The water ran lukewarm and Alec got out quickly to wrap a big, fluffy towel around her. He helped dry her with the towel, helped her into her pajamas.

“You want braids, love?”

“You know how to braid?” Her voice sounded so small. Alec nodded and parted her wet hair, french braiding it out of her way. His fingers were nimble.

“Come on, darling, let us get something to eat.”

Alec walked with her down the stairs, going into her fridge until he found some ingredients to make omelets, which he knew she liked. With gentle hands, Alec came and placed Y/N on the counter so she could be right there as he made the food.

“Cheese?”

“Yes please.”

It was a quiet sort of appreciation with Alec. Y/N could tell he wanted to blurt out his love but this quiet approach, this simply taking care of her, hit a part of her heart she didn’t know it would hit. She could feel her soul opening just slightly. He couldn’t fix her, that wasn’t how this worked, but she could feel him loving her.

He helped down from the counter and brought the plates to the sofa. Alec put on a different sitcom, gave her the plate, and settled in.

After a pause where she stared at the plate and wondered the different ways she could jump off the earth, she said, “You don’t have to stay.”

“I’d like to,” he said with a bite of omelet.

“I don’t want you to stay.” The words were harsh, and untrue, but the humiliation of being this way made her angry. She wanted to lash out at him if it could only take away from the pain in her heart.

“Tough luck, darling. I’m here to stay.”

That was when the sob broke out. A deep, heart wrenching sob that make the plate fall to the floor, carpet covered in a cheesy omelet he had just made for her. Y/N covered her mouth as though the sounds would stop but they didn’t.

Alec came and scooped her up, letting her rest on his lap, head on his shoulder. He hummed just slightly, hands running comforting strokes on her body, lips kissing her forehead.

“You don’t deserve this,” she hiccuped. “You don’t deserve this mess.”

Alec looked down and grabbed her chin, forcing him to look at her. “Y/N, you listen to me. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t choose to have depression, you didn’t choose it.”

“But you can choose. You need to leave, you deserve-”

“I want you. I want you, Y/N. I don’t care about this, we’ll fight it together.”

“Why do you want this? I’m broken.”

He brought her hand and let it rest on his heart, above his scar. “So am I, Darlin. You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.”

She cried softly onto Alec, and he held her all the same. It didn’t get better like that, but it seemed to help cement something in Y/N. Alec wasn’t going anywhere, and she wasn’t alone. The dog days will be over, and the horses will come. Alec kissed her forehead and held her close.

#my loves in broadchurch #i’m happy the 12 of you who read broadchurch fics will enjoy this #broadchurch #alec hardy x reader #alec hardy fanfic #alec hardy i love you #alec hardy #alec Hardy is the sweetest #this was hard to write #this is basically my experience so please don’t hate on the feelings cause they’re mine teehee #sorry if this is too much #yes I have a mood disorder I don’t wanna talk about it #alec hardy fanfiction #Fanfiction #broadchurch fanfiction

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sircoffeee · 3 months

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Hello…

can I ask about Stormss? Do they have any love interest, or just general interests/what they do, etc etc? Whatre they like :)

SORRY IF THIS IS MUCH

YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY ASK ABOUT HIM i have so many thoughts about this man its insane. I could write a whole essay but i wont

-Yes, he has a love interest -As for general interests they absolutely love stars/stellar astronomy and poetry!!

Personality wise he's very serious and closed off, but he's really polite when talking to others even though he prefers not to His ancients kind of sucked a lot. They demanded so much from him and he couldn't keep up. they absolutely hated him. After mass ascension he continued working tirelessly on the problem as if they were still there, they really want to prove that they're worth something because they thought he wasn't. This sort of ties into why he was given the symbol of closure, it's something both him and his ancients wanted to achieve. For his ancients they wanted closure knowing that there really is another way and their efforts weren't for nothing, and for Storms they want to know that he isn't worthless and his ancients were wrong for believing he was. and he doesnt get closure cus i dont like him.

#sorry if this is too much #and if my grammar is wrong #not art #ask #intertwining storms #i think

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rambrandt-the-painter · 1 year

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"what about niece? she specifically said she was into milfs but lesbian aunt could work." "Omg just tell her you're my sister and were my parental gaurdian. she'll still be into that. probably"

#sorry if this is too much #i thought it was funny

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aime187 · 3 months

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Hiiii how are you today :3

Oh, hiiiiiii! Moot and friend :3

I'm okay, not feeling bad which is nice.

Just finish playing TF2 on a community server (Skial 2Fort lol), might eat dinner after this (it's 10:15 PM here, which is kinda late to eat dinner ^^').

My mom cook this dish called Ikan Siakap Asam Pedas, which is a soupy fish dish that is kinda oily and spicy. One of my favourite dishes to be honest.

I also finished making a SFM poster of Sniper. I am also trying to work on the WIPs of my OCs.

How are you doing? I hope you're doing well. If not, I hope your day will be better :D

I've seen your art, your OCs. Very nice as always, love them. (I should have said that when reblog them, but I'm still a bit shy to do that a lot ajdgajhdjaj. I'll do that for sure next time, yes.)

(I write too much here, whoops ^^')

#turns out i can be a bit talkative of sort #lol #sorry if this is too much #i can't stop myself sometimes TvT

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feedeekat · 7 days

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This might be tmi but I’m going off this awful antidepressant and the literal withdrawals from it are kicking my ass which sucks because I actually feel so ready to put effort into doing more things but I’m literally bedridden until I can get over these withdrawals

#I want to scream #sorry if this is too much #Will also try to post tummy soon #feedee girl #big fatty #trans feedee #transgender #transfem #asexual #lesbian

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toranekooo · 11 months

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hello. i don't come with requests but a question and i thought you were the coolest person to ask. What's haniwa about (i only know minami)

HELLO!!! im flattered (?) to be the coolest person to ask about anything related to this totally super normal franchise i have been keeping up with for over a decade . SO. you ask the question: what is haniwa about?

honeyworks is a musical group that started way back in 2010. they started with vocaloid songs, primarily uploaded on niconico before they began collaborating with the singer chico in 2014. sometime after this collaboration, they officially debuted with the studio album zutto mae kara suki deshita (i have always loved you) which became the greenlight for the confession executive committee — the multimedia franchise, storyline, and universe all haniwa characters exist in.

confession executive committee, also known as cec, or kokuhaku jikkou iinkai, is divided into two series:

love series, which deals with the terrible horrible, amazing, wonderful experience of being 16 and in love

idol series, which deals with the terrible horrible, amazing, wonderful experience of being 16 and an idol

THOSE ARE JOKES BUT. you get the point. love series is the larger, more expanded universe as it is the debut series and has often been referred to as a shoujo romance told through music. idol series is relatively smaller, but more popular with the newer fanbase due to its more developed storyline (im sorry ren'ai babies)

um. is this too much information. IM SORRY I SWEAR I TRIED TO DIAL IT DOWN. but the gist is that love series has a larger cast (which if youre seeing my pride edits, theyre gen 1 and 2 — love series has up to gen 3) while idol series is newer and has a smaller number of characters.

a fun little thing abt honeyworks and their songs is that almost everyone has their own story, a tale of a love or struggle that needs to be told.

#8.28 | ask #SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH #feel free to ask me more questions i love hnw

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saturated-soul · 4 months

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I don't know if this will make sense to anyone but, my suicidal thoughts were there for me when nothing or nobody else was. At extreme moments of hopelessness, it made me feel better in a way. In moments of feeling extremely stuck it gave me a feeling of control, of at least one damn thing, of being able to get unstuck and end it. Sometimes it felt like returning home to someone who just understood. To be able to allow my darkest but most honest thoughts cause it couldn't go much deeper than that anyways. Almost comforting to know you're at the bottom and can't sink lower. Not having to pretend or force any fake positivity. To give up the fight, cause it feels like there's no other way for the hell to stop. Having hope is scary, cause it means you have to face your problems and work on it. I think that's why I find so much comfort in the thought of not having to continue, it fucking terrifies me. Feeling my feelings terrifies me. Trying and failing, to get disappointed and find out I really can't get better, terrifies me. I don't have the confidence in myself that I can do this, handle life. It feels more safe to give up and never have known. In these dark episodes, the thing that makes me spiral the most is knowing I have to continue another moment, another day, more months. Taking away that whole thought, fantasizing about not having to, is a huge fucking relief.

#im writing this in past tense but going through this rn #words #tw sui ideation #tw #sorry if this is too much #or weird or confusing or whatever #its just been on my mind a lot #the way i deal with my panic attacks is by fantasizing about giving up because it feels so so unbearable to keep living this way #therapy is fucking hard and i feel like its not helping enough #im scared and stuck #i dont want to feel like this anymore #my upcoming therapy appointment terrifies me cause they will tell me to get off benzos #i literally can not eat without taking meds #i cant sleep without taking them #i got that fucked up but idk how tf to function without that help

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pinkytoothlesso11 · 2 years

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Week four of Stricklake month: Corruption

A mysterious sickness seizes Barbara a few years after Walter marries her, the result of dark magic exposure.

Desperate to heal her, Walter takes to dark magic himself, even at the cost of corrupting his soul... Even as the magic twists his body into something else...

Without Barbara, can he prevent losing himself completely?

Sorry this is so late, been battling to get this out before the end of the week! But I hope you'll enjoy this. Especially if you like angst.

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #stricklake #jim lake jr #keenswimmers2022 #Strickler gets corrupted by dark magic basically voluntarily #Eldritch horror! Strickler #Angst #Character death #Sorry if this is too much

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sillyboypersonasixconcept · 11 months

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The actual base concept

So I'll make this all nice and somewhat neat.

CW: Mentions of Suicide and drugs.

General theming:

So, the general theme is one I quite like. It is Vengeance

Each dungeon revolves around people who 'have it coming', people who don't do good things and get their comeuppance from the main cast.

The main visual theme is glitching and like, pixels.

The main color is Purple, but green shows up a fair bit too. It doesn't have a reason other than purple is cool.

The Shadow World:

Ok so this refers to places in persona games like Mementos/The Palaces.

For this, it is 'Hit Spots' (it'll make sense when I explain what the main group does)

So these represent what the person in question kind of.. does. It shows how they have 'polluted' the world in a way. Thus, their Hit Spot Appears.

It'd be a distorted version of the most important place to that person, with ways to show how they appear to others and in the end, themself.

It is accessed through, get this, a video game console like a DS of some sort. Portable Gaming Console is what I'm getting at. It shows many things, but we'll get into it later.

What does the main cast do?:

So, your main guys... they're all fr silly. See, they're all... dududududu

Assassins!

Thus, 'Hit' spots. They go in and they kill the shadow in the hit spot. Which then... drives the person to suicide usually.

The people with shadows that you go kill, are called polluters.

That is thanks to the fact that their influence is polluting the real world as well as people's subconscious.

So, you also go destroy what motivates them to 'continue the pollution' aka continue being horrible people.

So yeah, your main cast are a group of assassins.

Speaking of the main cast!

Confidants/Party Members:

So you've got your concepts, who're the characters? welp, here they are!

MAIN CHARACTER

Mafuyu Okabe Female Arcana: The Fool "A quiet reserved girl. She isn't known for sticking out too much, minus her clearly dyed hair. She stays quiet, and reads a lot. She apparently has a younger sister named 'Kyoko', but some think otherwise." Party Members

Daisuke Osamu Male Arcana: The Star "An optimistic and hopeful soul, Daisuke is really determined to make a change. Despite every time he tries, he fails miserably. He's currently working on leading a protest against this theater. He's very much.. naive."

Marlene Benninghoff Female Arcana: The Hanged Man "A foreign exchange student from Germany, she can't really communicate that well. She still is a good friend despite the language barrier. She's able to see things in such a new perspective, which is helpful for seeing the deeper meaning sometimes."

Kaoru Tanaka Female Arcana: The Sun "A loud and cheerful girl, Kaoru is.. real popular with guys. Even with her refusal to wear school uniform and strange harajuku fashion sense. She's got an opinion, and by god will you hear her."

Takumi Tarō Male Arcana: The Tower "A semi-known dancer, Takumi is a really full of himself guy at first glance. He simply doesn't want people to think of him as a pushover, because deep down that's what he is. He fears authority and wants to be the leader most of the time. He has a fear of water, nobody quite knows why."

Kanade Tenma Female Arcana: Judgement "A poor unfortunate soul, Kanade is usually fine! If you exclude her narcolepsy. She hates any warm drink and any long story, and she'll let you know if she feels like she may need to be taken somewhere to be safe if she falls asleep. Kanade loves money, on the other hand, so she takes tons and tons of odd jobs to keep a decent amount of money on her at any given time."

Mai Mayumi Female Arcana: The Moon "A girl with a passion for music, Mai is dedicated to becoming the best pianist of the modern day. She used to have a bad tendency of fighting, but she grew out of that. Now she has the eyepatch to prove that she was real rough and tumble back in her glory. She'd rather be in a concert hall than doing anything else though."

Mint / Kyoko Feminine Arcana: The Chariot -MASCOT CHARACTER- "Mint is a strange falcon-like thing.. with a real loud shrill voice to add onto that, though in the real world.. she is different. She becomes a girl named 'Kyoko', and she pretty much just lives life out, pretending to be Mafuyu (MC)'s sister."

Saki Otori Female Arcana: Strength "Saki, despite her name seeming quite upbeat and happy, is a dark and melancholy person. She doesn't have a lot of interests, nobody really gets through to her. She has a love for the supernatural, though. She started a club for those who also enjoy the supernatural, but so far she's the only member of this club. Saki is easier to talk to once you get the ball rolling with a friendship with her. She always carries this book, which nobody but her knows the contents of."

OTHER CONFIDANTS

Kazuyuki Kouki Male Arcana: Justice "Currently, Kouki works as a detective. He's caring for Mafuyu and Kyoko as of now too, though he is rarely home. He's working on a case involving strange increases in suicides and murders, and he just.. needs to be at work a majority of the time."

Masaki Ichiro Male Arcana: The Lovers "A matchmaker at Takarano Highschool, Masaki is known for his tendency to accidentally break up relationships. He doesn't let this get him down though, he will succeed one day! ... Someday."

Yuuto Yota Male Arcana: The Magician "A guy with such a strong interest in blacksmithing that he has begun making model weapons. He loves seeing how he can make new models out of scraps and junk."

Kanata Asahi Unspecified Arcana: Death "Kanata hates loud noises, people, metal things clinging on each other and the feeling of chalk. Though, they find comfort in being around Mafuyu and Kyoko. They'll often go out of their way to see them, because they love the company of the two sisters."

Chiaki Yu Female Arcana: The Hierophant "Chiaki spends most of her time investigating paranormal activity within Nara. With a camera at her side and nothing really stopping her, she just goes around late at night taking photos."

PEOPLE WITH DUNGEONS

Aki Akiyama Female Polluter 1, spreader of violence "A theatre owner, known for her disregard of employees, to her they’re playthings. Not people. She launders money, commits fraud, abuses her employees, kills those who quit or stand in her way, etc. This influences her higher up workers to do the same. Eventually leading to her hit spot manifesting as her theatre. Her motivator is money and her shadow is killed after being bribed by one of the Assassins."

Chikako Nishimura Female Polluter 2, spreader of seduction "An extremely greedy actor/streamer. She lives in a large house with 5 other streamers, and she's done horrible things to the other streamers in the house. She promotes the businesses of other Polluters and actively condones their actions. Her motivator is another streamer who left the house, and her shadow is killed once they remind her of how they are gone and she is left crying and vulnerable."

Yuka Kishikawa Male Polluter 3, Spreader of misery "Yuka is a powerful drug dealer. Mainly selling weed. He will often encourage staying with him and doing drugs rather than going to work or seeing family, so that when time comes for paying for the drugs, you will not have the money. So, he kills you. He leaves the families of these people in despair and misery. His motivator is bloodshed, so his shadow is killed when they offer him a way to have as many victims without needing to deal drugs as he wants."

Osamu Asuka Male Polluter 4, Spreader of Falsehood "Osamu is a renowned chess grandmaster, except.. well.. he cheats. He'll often have his opponent's strategies fed to a bot which plays a simulated match. he then uses the bots moves to win, and he has never been questioned. He is praised and thus more idolize him. His motivator is his ego, and his shadow is killed thanks to losing in a chess game within his hit spot, leaving him open to be sniped."

Okara Muto Male Polluter 5, Spreader of injustice. "Okara works as a judge, he lets people get away with awful crimes and locks them away for a long time for petty crimes. He lets murderers and mobsters off the hook all the time thanks to how often he is bribed. He loves being the justice, and being able to do as he pleases. His motivator is power, and his shadow is killed by poison gas filling his hit spot."

Kurou Ueda Female Polluter 6, spreader of destruction "Kurou is politician, who has her opponents assassinated before they cam do anything. She has been in power for years, and simply lets all the horrible things slide. Her motivator is order, and her shadow is killed when her wine is poisoned."

KAMI / THE CLEANSER No Gender THE CLEANSE SHALL BEGIN "The Cleanser is what is threatening the world as we know it, thanks to the polluters. It sees the world as dirty, and unless it is proven wrong, it will wipe out all life on earth and cleanse it."

EXTRA THINGS OF NOTE

Each party member will get their own post that covers them in general.

In game, you would be able to romance any non-family member or non-adult confidant. Regardless of gender.

The story will be revealed later.

#persona 6 #persona 6 concept #persona series #persona oc #aw fuck #sigh #big oof #oof #well shit #i hate it here #sorry if this is cringe #sorry if this is bad #sorry if this is too much

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spinejackel · 11 months

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What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama