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being 10x skinnier would solve like all my problems.
#ed not ed sheeran#tw ed diet#depressing shit#lol#self h@rm#tw self destruction#tw ana diary#yh#ana trigger#tw self destructive behavior#tw for everything#tw self h4rm#tw disordered eating
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I HAVE NEVER PLAYED DMC BUT I KNOW THESE TWO ARE SIBLINGS, STOP PLEASE JUST STOP
SHIP DANTE WITH A HOT PIZZA MAN OR WOMAN OR ANYTHING THATS NOT HIS SIBLINGS OR IS RELATED TO HIM
PLEASE I BEG OF YOU
#vergil dmc#dmc dante#dmc vergil#dmc#dmc5#devil may cry 5#devil may cry#:( why#why just why#why???#whyyyy#why must this happen#can’t you please be normal?#this needs to stop#this needs to end#i’m sick of this#i need bleach#tw for everything#spardacest
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Some Things on Whumpee Vs 2 Whumpers
TW: language, abuse, slight torture, trauma, blood, blunt force, forced feeding, drowning, basically almost everything in the book
Whumper 1 is insisting on locking Whumpee in the basement without food. Their knees bruised from their sitting position on the cold concrete floor. Then Whumper 2 forcing food down Whumpee’s mouth when they complain that they’re hungry later
Pushing, shoving and kicking Whumpee into the cold bath tub to clean them. Whumper 2 is drowning them every few minutes as Whumper 1 keeps asking them why they can’t sit still
Whumper 2 using degrading pet names and limiting their mobility with a cage. Then giving Whumpee a collar and expecting them not to speak. Whumper 1 asking them a question a few minutes after but getting angry when they won’t reply because of their previous instructions.
Whumper 1 purposely breaking their bones, bending, twisting and pulling on their limbs to hear them cry. The burning sensation of each snap nearly makes Whumpee pass out and then Whumper 2 fixes it later only for it to happen again
Whumper 2 and 1 blindfolding their eyes so they don’t see the next time they press a blade into their body without warning.
When Whumper 1 and 2 get into an argument about what to do with Whumpee when they seem like they might die
Whumper 2 relishing in the fact that Whumpee can barely recognize their own face in the mirror when they hold it up
^^^ Whumper 1 mocking and disciplining Whumpee for being unable to keep up proper hygiene
Yanking their hair back so they look up at Whumper 1 staring down at them
Demanding that Whumpee forgets about being saved or rescued because it won’t happen
Whumpee waking up dazed and confused when Whumper 1 wakes them up just in time to feel a shooting pain in their right arm before noticing Whumper 2 with a needle, giving them another one to help them fall asleep. Repeatedly waking Whumpee and forcing them to sleep each time.
When both Whumpers are giving Whumpee two different instructions and they get punished for disobeying either one.
Complaining at Whumpee when they vomit, bleed etc… on the floor. Whumper 1 makes them clean it up then Whumper 2 makes it harder for them by pushing away their bucket/mop/moving items
I acknowledge I have a severe problem.
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#Whump#Whumpee#Whumper#Whump prompts#whump writing#tw trauma#tw torture#tw drugs#TW force feeding#tw for everything#Whump dialogue#writing prompt#writing#whump things#whump scenario
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Ninjago one shot no one asked for
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The gash wound definitely would leave a scar but kai had other things to deal with. Zane was dented, Lloyd got a cut across her shoulder, etc. that needed fixed first!
After the major injuries were dealt with kai rushed to the bathroom pulling out his phone on how to treat a gash wound, clicking on a shady website…
“Hydrogen peroxide…” he read aloud searching for the mystery medicine. After locating the liquid he took a towel, poured the medicine on it and aggressively scrubbed at the bleeding scratch… careful not to let out several different yelps of pain as the cold hit his injury.
After a scrub session that was probably done incorrectly, the red ninja poorly wrapped some loose bandages around his forearm and hid it underneath his gi.
As the ninja settled into their pj’s something odd was happening with their hot-headed brother…
“Kai, why are you wearing long sleeves to bed?” The spiky haired boy looked at the earth ninja like a deer in headlights.
“I’m- um, well…. Cold?” He stuttered out Cole knew this was bullshit so he confronted him on the matter.
“Number one: you’re the fire ninja, your body heat is naturally higher than normal. Number two: you’re wearing shorts.” He pointed out raising an eyebrow in a suspicious manner,
“My legs get covered up by blankets! And even the fire ninja can get cold!” Kai retorted climbing into bed, laying on his injured arm wincing ever so slightly.
Cole shrugged.
“Whatever you say, kai.”
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Kai woke up the next day in a frenzy because A. His arm felt like it had sown the night in a volcano. B. Said injury was now a purplish color. The red ninja gingerly but frantically pulled out his phone googling:
‘Should the gash in my arm be purple?’ Turns out No! It should not! He winced as he laid on the injured arm for too long. Kai rushed to change his bandages and took an Advil…hopefully it would help.
“Yo Kai! Cmere!” He heard Cole shout from the other room, rolling his eyes the fire ninja left to answer his brethren’s call.
As kai entered the kitchen he saw his previous leader Cole sitting against the bar, as the brunette set his phone down he walked to the black ninja,
“Hey, what do you want for breakfast? It’s my day to cook.” The simple sentence made Kai grimace… Cole was cooking?
“Don’t give me that look! I can cook just fine!” He pouted.
“In fact-“ the ninja walked over to where Kai had set his phone down… no…no!
“I’m gonna look through your search history as pun…ish…ment…” the fire ninja watched as the color left cole’s face after looking through recent searches. He looked up meeting Kai’s eyes before shouting at the top of his lungs
“CODE RED!”
Instantly everyone was there surrounding the red ninja like a pack of vultures…
“Kai just tell us what’s wrong, okay?” Nya attempted, while he was distracted by nya cole grabbed the brunettes wrist and yanked the sleeve covering it. Revealing very poorly bandaged bloody wounds, audible gasps filled the room… kai had to get out of there, now.
“Hey Cole is that your dad?” He frantically asked. Cole turned, loosening his grip just enough for Kai to squirrel away to the lookout tower of the bounty hiding from everyone.
“UGH why do I ALWAYS fall for that!?”
“Because your father put too much pressure on you as a child there for leading to-“
“Zane, if I want a trauma lecture I’ll let you know.”
The non droid huffed muttering about not getting paid enough while the group hurried to the deck.
“Where is he?” Jay asked,
“He is on the lookout tower.” An irritated robot replied
“How do you know?”
3 different people gave the lightning ninja looks that spoke more than words ever could.
“Right robot algorithms…”
Cole began climbing until finally he reached the top with a huff. Seeing immediately a frightened kai back up clutching his injured arm.
“Kai, can you let me have a look at it?” He asked gently.
“No. It’s completely fine! I don’t need help!” The black ninja sighed.
“Plus maybe you should check Lloyd out instead? He got a nasty gash above his head!”
“Lloyd was taken care of and is resting.” Cole reasoned
“What about Zane? He had some dents in him…”
“Already fixed by nya.”
“Speaking of Nya she had a pretty bad-“
“Kai let me see your injury please.” Cole was absolutely dumbfounded by how much resistance kai was putting up!
Eventually kai let him take a look at the now purple arm, (yeesh this needed fixed like yesterday!) and he for the moment fixed the bandages at the minimum.
“Sorry to burden you…” it was a quiet remark but the earth ninja heard it.
“Kai…” he sighed “you’re not a burden! Never have been! I know you like doing stuff solo but things like this are unhealthy!”
The fire ninja lowered his head almost as if in shame, Cole merely put a hand on his shoulder,
“You’ve done things by yourself your whole life… but now you have family! Let us help you for a change!”
Kai could only nod hopefully and quietly.
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#Kai angst#tw for trauma i guess#tw for everything#apologies#i felt the need to do this#Idea popped into my head at 3 in the morning#lmao what is my life#Ninjago#kai smith#ninjago kai#ninjago cole#ninjago zane#ninjago nya#ninjago jay#ninjago lloyd#kai angst#kai I love you but suffer more please? Thanks! ☺️#I’m a physchopath
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which one did you read?
I'm reading Yellow by Aron Beauregard. It's my fourth book that I've read by him [Playground, Scary Bastard, Cemetery Camp]. His writing is great, but it's some of the most vile stuff I've ever read.
#tw everything#tw murder#tw death#tw blood#tw mature#tw nude#tw rape mention#tw forced#tw dark content#tw dark themes#tw for everything#tw literally everything#tw i wouldn't recommend
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alright, here's the line from least to most romantic/intimate/homoerotic ways to die/kill someone ...
(TW for everything basically!)
credits to my friend @c01n0per4t3db0y for coming up with the idea. and also for my other friend ,G, who won't tell me her tumblr!
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the shit i find in my camera roll...
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i just wanted to say that a majority of ppl on this app were sensitive cunt ass babies that couldn’t identify the real world even if it hit them as hard as a brick to the face.
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What's your biggest secret? Not necessarily the thing you want people to find out the least, but the biggest in terms of scope, number of people who are actively kept from it, etc.?
I have chronic depression
I've been in therapy off and on for. Who knows how many years, but nothing seems to be sticking. No positive thoughts or medications are working, and sometimes the only thing that keeps me getting up in the morning is the fact that I'm usually the bread winner of my family and I want to keep Matt happy.
Some days I sit in my office and try not to cry because i hate myself so much.
It's so stupid, I shouldn't feel this way, the wars were decades ago, my PTSD is slowly leaving, but my psychologist thinks I put too much on myself even after others have told me they can share the burden. I hate thinking about going on holiday and making my siblings take over my work or asking Matt to help with my businesses. I hate that he and Jones have degrees and I don't, so I went back to university but because I'm so busy I can only do it part time.
Everything I do feels as if I'm lying and dodging and avoiding everyone's concerns. Sometimes I take too many pills to try and crawl out from under this cloud but it's already under my skin.
I think the only person who really knows is Ivan. Which makes me feel worse because I should be able to tell my husband how I feel and that I need help, yet whenever I go to him with the intent of being open, I feel weak and as if I'm letting him down. What kind of man can't take everything on his own shoulders and manage his feelings, and needs to be emotional and make his spouse work for him? It's selfish.
Ha, imagine this getting out to the G7 or the UN. I would be humiliated and probably have to kill myself again from shame
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i want to be somebody else’s thinspo so bad.
#tw ed diet#depressing shit#ed not ed sheeran#lol#self h@rm#tw self destruction#yh#tw ana diary#ana trigger#tw self destructive behavior#tw for everything#self mutalition#tw self h4rm#disordered eating thoughts
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Credits to: @bocchigoblin
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sth#dr eggman#eggman#sonic eggman#tw for everything#they are so silly#silly little guy#sillyposting#:3 heehee#:33333#haiii :3#:3 hehe#:3 hi#:3c :3c :3c#haii :3
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TW *Venting about just general things. Body dysmorphia, intrusive thoughts, lonlieness, depressive thoughts*
Alright it’s that time again for me, a random person, to rant about their problems on the internet!
I’ve been really sad, not like a regular sad, but just depressed? I guess? I don’t have depression but I have episodes bc yay! Being disabled’s so wonderful!
I try really hard, and even when I do, it seems like things just don’t get better. I work hard in school but I still fail. I’ve been drawing for 4 years now and it still doesn’t look any better than if a pre-schooler did it. I work out and actually try to have healthy habits, yet I still hate my body most of the time. I try my best to make changes and actually fix things, but then the next day, it just comes back worse. And, I still don’t know what to do about friends. We go months without talking and I’m 90% sure they don’t give a shit about me and I ask myself, “what’s the point in trying anymore? why should I be the bigger person every. damn. time?” Then I give up and feel even worse. I just feel so alone and really just don’t know what to do. It’s not that bad I guess. I’m just tired of feeling this way. But of course, it’s my own fault because “Why Brain? Why couldn’t you have been born normal? Why do I always have to put in the effort? Why aren’t I good enough?” And I don’t want to change who I am to make people stay, but I sometimes think about it. I just want to sleep through everything and be the same, happy, carefree person I was. I don’t want to become hardened and bitter and angry with the world. I just wished it were kinder to me.
#vent#I'm sorry#I'm really not trying to be like Trisha Paytas and all those other big influencer people#I don't do this often so thanks for putting up with it I guess#Mental health#mental heath awareness#tw vent#actually neurodivergent#I'm a disaster x3#tw for everything#my post#Nothing to see here folks just a sad piece of shit
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I'm a being of war. Since birth I have been fighting either diseases, assaults, parents, friends. I've been at war with so many aspects of life. Even though I have made it this far,I do not believe that my journey will continue for much longer.
My resources, that is, motivation, tolerance, acceptance-anything of the nice and motivational variety- have been near depletion for a while now. Today, I've hit a rock bottom I hit the same time I attempted to OD on painkillers in my friends bathroom. I won't try that (so perhaps I am not as low as I though? Or maybe I have grown very resilient) again. But the sporadic tears, the realisation that no matter what, I will never be at peace or content with anything simply because of my nature, has been devastating.
I am a being of destruction. But not of the calamitous kind, the one where I walk and destroy the world around me. I'm a being who has been so used to fighting for myself, for being assaulted and fighting back, that I don't know a life without fight. I cannot settle into mundane comfort as it feels that the shadows themselves are dangers in the corners.
I cannot form proper connections. No teacher ever bothered to see "me", so i was unable to form either a parental or student bond. I have been belittled for trying for so so long, that it's grown hard to bother. When I do attempt my best to do it all, everyone gets in the way. "Help me, Help me, help me!" They yell. I will come to their aid, for they will not shut their disgusting mouths until I help them. After helping exhaustion creeps upon me and renders me barely mobile. I down 7 cups of coffee in quick succession and for a while, it seems fine. Then it crashes down.
I'm tired. I'm tired of being unable to function like a normal being. No child should have to have held a knife over their close relatives to defend either themselves or their loved ones. No child should know that its parents didn't bother doing the best for them, simply because they weren't worth it. I am so very tired of it all.
Funnily enough, while writing this, a vision came to mind, one of my 12 year old self hugging a toy and curling in on myself, making myself so very tiny, and just wishing a nice person would fly into the room and take me to a better place, a place where I would be taught things, a place where there was no assault of any kind, a place where I would be nurtured.
Now I stand, and in the mirror looks back a scarred being of undeterminable gender and ever-changing looks, body marred with scars new and old, diseases and markings.
I fight until I die, because that is all I've known. And because it's all I've known, I will only truly stop when there is no life of mine left.
#vent#tw vent#tw for everything#dont rb#depression rant#i know that w4r was a strong term to use#but its genuinely what it has felt like
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Uncaring
#original art#schoolwork#comic#cartoon#bugs tw#house centipede#goes for other bugs and animals too tbh#snake's art#Maybe it's ironic that I think everything has something pleasing about it if you look hard enough#For house centipedes it's their silly little faces
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dragon meat, you, and me
#marcille donato#falin touden#farcille#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#tw blood#tw body horror#tw gore#as a normal farcille fan this revival has been on my mind since i first read it and getting to watch it is like yippee!!#like messy revivals are everything - the consequences that will haunt u for the rest of the time they are alive#the initial hopeful moments where it all seemed well but quickly descend to That not being the case - losing not only the bit of evidence#evidence that your dream may work out but also someone you deeply care about in the process… marcille my Beloved#ofc wholly thruout the journey - at the forefront of it - getting falin back was the most crucial point but so wuickly :(( it was lost#on the other end its crazy to think about the compoments of falin now - human - dragon (dungeon) - marcille’s magic and desperation#the food the crew cooked (digested) - she is made of many parts!!#also i did not realize how medical it feels to draw smth like this. i dont usually explore the inner parts or use a lot of blood#in my work so rendering everything and looking up refs it felt quite magical (?)#ruporas art
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The Apartment is Empty. (Tw for suicide + other shit.)
The apartment woke up like it normally did. First the faucet in the kitchen dripped, like it had been since he’d moved in. Then, the clock on the wall ticked, a slow, methodical noise that never ended. Next, the morning 7 train went by like it always did causing the birds to stir from their slumber. They chimed in next. Finally the alarm went off, its beep cutting through the silence.
It was quiet otherwise. There had been nothing living in the apartment since 1 am. Bags sat neat and packed by the door, but not for a trip. A binder sat at the top, notes meticulously organized in plastic sheet protectors. The sink sat with a dish in it, toast crumbs and egg covering its surface. The ashtray sat by the window, the cigarettes by the bed. Pill bottles were laid on the counter, prepared for their next dose to be taken.
They were empty.
As the apartment woke up it slowly realized it had no one left in it. Among the falling dust the cat started to scream for a breakfast that never came. As the day progressed the apartment stood still, time swirling around it like fall leaves. Life outside continued and yet no one entered, no one woke up. There was nothing here anymore.
Later when the apartment was finally unlocked, the people that enter were shocked and confused. They won't not know what had happened. They set their things down, finally fed the cat. They found the bags. They found the binder with the notes. They didn't know what to make of it. Finally they checked the bathroom to find it had been left full of life.
A half empty bottle of vodka on the ground, pills littered like forgotten Halloween candy. They saw the window had been left open and sunlight shined through it. The autumn leaves fell as they wonder what had happened. They noticed a book, a few cigarette buds, music. Finally they noticed the box cutter, the red of the water. They noticed how it flows onto the floor. They noticed last the body that lay amongst it all.
The body that is no longer human, no longer alive. The apartment had died along with the young man inside. The apartment did not wake that morning. It stood still. It still stands. It stands to bear witness to the crying and the calls for the paramedics. It stands still as everything is cleaned. It stands still into spring as the young man is laid into the ground.
#felix is writing bullshit again#vent post#tw for everything#tw knives#tw pills#tw sui ideation#this shit is good tho#someone pls give me validation plss
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