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anxietywasright · 1 year
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Everytime I speak, Im always reminded of why I should've kept quiet in the first place
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hazelminesims · 4 months
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After visiting the boys in Tomarang, Kofi came home to the sad news of his mother passing.
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zimthandmade · 7 months
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How would your Mello take Matt's death? In both versions (manga and anime) the way he reacts is very dry. Since in your AU both of them, unlike in canon, are very close, I think Mello would hit the steering wheel and say some insults, maybe stop the truck and kick some trees a few times, or something like that. (Sorry if it's hard to understand, English is not my first language and I'm using a translator)
Oh boy, really emotional topic here. I think his dry reaction in canon also happens in this AU - he’s 100% focused and in a mission mode. They both knew the risk, calculated it and this was one of the possible outcomes. It’s just information. And the longer he drives, the more the realisation settles in that his best friend just died, the emotions come through and the worst panic attack of his life creeps on him. I’m sure he only took the truck to this old church because he needed to stop asap if he didn’t want to cause an accident. And he saw this old run down building at the side of the road and took a turn for it. 100% with you on his outburst - once he’s out of the vehicle he goes full on screaming fit, throws a brick at the truck, kicks and smashes whatever is there before collapsing shaking, hyperventilating, crying. Takada must be absolutely panicing as well, as she can hear her kidnapper going complete berserk outside. When he suddenly quiets down from his fit of rage she’s probably thinking he’s coming for her next and writes his name down without wasting another second.
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(I know it looks like the truck is burning already but it's just the headlights shining against the bricks) -- My buddies over at Fewjar made a really good song/video that imo fits the whole mood pretty well -> LATENITEAHA I can totally see Mello in there.
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ficsofabotchedmind · 1 month
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Melancholy
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Summary? No
Warnings? Not really, just a bit of sadness and depression.
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Larissa walked in the door of the apartment and made her way towards the bedroom, as she toed off her heels, she spoke, “Hello darling, how was your day?”
Walking closer to the bed, making her way to face Y/n, Larissa could see the emptiness in their eyes and their tear stained face.
With tears of her own at the sight of seeing Y/n in pain, Larissa carefully crawled in bed behind Y/n and held them close, “Oh sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
Y/n crumbled and let their tears fall silently over the course of the next hour.
*1 hour later*
Both parties heard Morticia entering the apartment, with clacking of heels accompanied by, “Hello! How did your days go?”
Not hearing a response from either of her partners, Morticia made her way through the hall and into the bedroom and upon entering she froze, with a look of fear and sadness Morticia asked, “Oh no, what’s happened?”
When she heard nothing from Y/n, Morticia looked towards Larissa and all Issa could do was shake her head with sad eyes.
Upon seeing Larissa’s look, Morticia made her way over towards the bed and laid down in front of Y/n.
Now surround by their partner’s, Y/n broke down sobbing and the tears flowed freely.
After what seemed like hours but was merely a few minutes, Y/n’s tears slowed.
No words were spoken but head kisses and tight squeezes were given, Y/n felt safe and loved in within the embrace of their two loves.
After a bit longer, they all got up, got changed and ate.
With full stomachs and a better peace of mind now that they were all together, they settled into bed.
No words were said because none were needed, just soft kisses were traded before sleep took over.
Y/n had one last thought before sleep took hold, “Thank you for loving me in my darkest times, as well as my best moments.”
The two women smiled at the telepath and said together as they had on their wedding day, “Always.”
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brakke-dino · 8 months
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This wasn’t supposed to happen
Spider and Kiri ran threw the forest, escaping bullets and explosions by seconds. How had they got into this ugly mess? Spiders mind was racing on thousands of thoughts, was that his dad? If so why is he now trying to kill him?
“Spider watch out!” Kiri screamed. Suddenly a explosion spiders whole body felt like it was smacked by a brick wall. Then his body felt hot, who’s blood was this?
Suddenly he felt someone start dragging him, he opened up his eyes to see Kiri struggling. Spider tried to stand up but screamed in pain as his legs where lacerated, he looked at the rest of his body flooded in blood, holes poring out blood. Spider curled over as he just now began feeling the pain.
“Come on spider we can make it, we are almost there!” Kiri screamed, trying to encourage Spider. Kiri dragged Spider to cover, all the sudden Neytiri dropped down assessing the situation.
“Oh no” Neytiri gasped, she tried to pick spider up but immediately put him down when spider screamed. Neytiri frantically looked for what to do, Neytiri got up and grabbed Kiri. Neytiri pulled Kiri away as she didn’t know what to do, spider screamed for them to come back crawling on the floor with an extended hand.
Neytiri had just ran away from him, spider curled up into a ball and cried and he began bleeding to death on the forest floor. Spider kept re thinking Neytiri dragging Kiri away, weren’t they suppose to be family?
As Spider accepted his fate and layed there, a cold set of arms scooped him off the floor. He looked up and there was his face, Quaritch the life destroying monster his dad.
“Spider nooo” Kiri screamed, running after him Spider extended his arm to try grab her hand but then his mind focused just to realise that no one was there.
Spider was layed on the floor of the helicopter, barley alive. Getting glimpses of what’s going on around him, he panicked ignoring the people trying to calm him down. They had there hands all over him, what are they doing? Are they trying to help him now? How confusing.
spider felt the helicopter take off, he got one good glimpse of the lush forest. He closed his eyes not bothering to try open them he layed there.
he couldn’t feel anyone touching him. He opened his eyes only to see himself, in a bloody mess on the floor of a helicopter. Was he dead?
Well… hope you enjoyed, this wonderful short story. Sorry it’s very angsty :/ this is a one shot so no part2. I was gonna make Neytiri Jake but decided to change it as it doesn’t really feel like him.
@naavispider @nashichiyo @lost-girl-2021 @anxiousdreamcore @sirspideer @yesthisismycurrenthyperfixation @hyperfixatedfandomer
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i’m trying to write a story on where my fl went through a break (her bf fell out of love with her) and she’s destroyed to where she’s a mental mess. how do i convey those feelings of loneliness and depressive episodes and all the other emotions like that?
Conveying a Bad Break Up
How people deal with bad break ups depends on the individual and the situation. If your character would be "destroyed" and a "mental mess," you would really want to think about why this break-up hit them so hard. In a break-up, loneliness can come not just from missing the other person and missing that connection, but from potentially losing out on a social group or community that resulted from that relationship (like if you were close to their family or if you had a mutual friend group). And loneliness can also come from self-isolating as a result of sadness, not feeling up to socializing, or not wanting to bump into the person. It will be up to you to consider how the character feels about and deals with this loneliness. Depression is something you can (and should) research. While everyone experiences it differently, you can get a general idea for what it's like for most people and how it can manifest in different situations.
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starlightgirl242 · 11 months
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Kaiju Night Funkin’: Bittersweet Baking with a Blue Bunny
(For @kaiju-night-funken-soft.)
(Author’s Note: This is my first time giving one of my OCs a traumatic backstory. I have been thinking about doing this story for a while and now, it’s time to tell you the story of the half demon dame herself, Agent Aurora “Dark” Jones-Noctem.)
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[Aurora is in the woods to collect 6 blueberries and 6 strawberries for her special recipe. She is also singing a quiet lullaby while picking some berries.]
Agent Dark: *collects 6 blueberries and places them into the basket* Vampire bat, if you feel bad~ Don’t say sorry for being sad~ Look into my eyes, you’ll be okay~ The dark rain clouds will go away~ 😌🎵🎶🫐🧺
[After she’s done collecting 6 blueberries, Aurora heads over to a giant painted rock to rest. But, unbeknownst to the dark, demonic dame, the rock that she’s resting on isn’t really a rock. But, it’s one of Painty’s warm, soft paws.]
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hannibalzero · 8 months
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Thoughts on Arthur Morgan and baby Jack.
Arthur’s hands itched at the sight of little Jack. He missed Isaac, some of the most happiest moments in his life was with Isaac at that age. The urge to take the boy to feel that way again was strong. This wasn’t his youngin he would not take the boy away. Too his credit he didn’t. He kept his distance unless needed.
Mrs.Grimshaw isn’t a teacher type of person, she has no patience in it so I can see Abigail being in the dark about most baby care. Nobody else was helping ether so Arthur stepped up.
To Abigail’s credit. She was holding the boy right and knew when to whip a titty out but everything else? She was clueless and John was scared as can be…also stupid but couldn’t help that.
Arthur helped them out, showing them how to care for Jack. What the sounds means, feeding times, how to burp and change cloth diapers. How to make a apple crate into a good crib and sent John to get a backboard.
“Why do you care? Is it because ya know he’s yours?” John grumbled to Arthur as he worked the apple crate into a simple crib. “The boy ain’t mine and you know it-“
“John, ya say a lotta stupid shit.” Arthur was holding Jack as Abagail slept. “Ya know I ain’t ever been with her, besides the boi looks just like ya when ya where young.” Arthur gave John a look. “ I’m gonna tell ya this once, ya better hear me.” Arthur’s voice was deep and serious. “If you don’t take these moments with Jack, it’ll haunt ya forever. Babies don’t stay small long and you’ll miss it constantly. Pure and sweet, unconditional love.” He explained “when it’s gone…” Arthur readjusted Jack. “Look…whatever happens between ya and Abigail that’s fine just..know Jack.” Arthur moved Jack into Johns arms for the first time.
“Arthur I can’t, he’s too small and Imma-“
“Dirty, warn down and sour but to Jack? Ya are truly loved.” Arthur took over the crib building leaving the wolf to his cub.
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someweirdoreblogger · 9 months
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What if Hades had an emotional, environmental impact in the Underworld? A much deeper influence, a sort of extension of himself and his godly reign over the afterlife?
What if extreme thunderstorms raged across the layers of Hell if Hades ever got angered, nothing natural to Earth, raining burning acid or heavy hail?
What if a moist fog dampened Hell's atmosphere, fueled by Hades' despression and sadness?
What if colorful asphodel meadows grew thicker and brighter than usual, carrying life almost like sunshine, cheerfully lighting up the darkest corners of the nether when Hades is happy? The black skies clean, timid clouds swimming slowly like fish, freshening the air like peppermint, devoid of that infectious pure darkness unlike anything the tortured dead normally sees.
What if those happy flowers can quickly wilt into nothingness? Earthquakes swallowing entire fields of crops, leaving behind empty vessels of lingering death and reeking corpses. Dark withering roses, marigolds, and various sharp spider lilies replacing the afterlife gardens when Hades finds himself in deep mourning?
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anxietywasright · 1 year
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I love walking in the rain so no one can see me cry
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awesomegoosepoop · 18 days
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I made this today.
This art feels vulnerable and heavy for me.
To me it represents those that battle with depression and feeling as though they are giving up and losing a never ending battle.
This person has wrote various letters when they are on the verge of giving up.
In the beginning when the letters first began, they say they think they need help and they don’t want this to be over but they don’t feel like themselves anymore.
But then they hold on for hope. And for awhile things get better. They erase the letter the best they can, but the trauma leaves permanent marks, (which represents the attempt to erase the prior letters, but you can still see the prior writing).
When they think everything is good, the heaviness of life creeps back in and tries to swallow them whole again and again.
And each time the feeling comes back, it’s harder to hold on above the waves of the ocean.
Just when you think you’ve made it back to land, the ocean sweeps you back out.
Eventually the person just becomes so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of the thoughts. They become ready to give up. They stop asking for help.
I think a lot of us feel this way in life. And for those who feel this too.. just know that you are never alone. Know that you are loved. Know that you matter.
Maybe I don’t know you, but you matter to me. Just like I hold onto hope that I matter to someone out there too. 💕
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froggylittleone · 1 month
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Had a bad sadness day yesterday so I baked princess cookies, it took my mind off it for a lil while until dada got home
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hazelminesims · 1 year
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Kehlani came over to see Elijah and Ryden came along for the visit. Elijah is a bit erratic and Ryden never knows how to respond with anything but anger. Kehlani thought she could be a little bit of a reasonable voice for them and the other kids. Their mom was such a pivotal part of their lives. She was the glue.
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kid-az · 3 months
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I need a hug
I need one rn
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endling extinction is forever edits
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starlightgirl242 · 1 year
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Throwback Thursday: My Drawings for the School’s Carnival
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These are my drawings for one of the food stands at my school’s carnival. I drew Benjamin Fairest, Soft Pico, the Spooky Kids, Hex, Carol, and Boyfriend. (and Girlfriend and Whitty are here too, but they’re small cameos.)
If you want to know the short stories behind those pictures, they go like this:
Soft Duo: Soft Pico had a jar of caterpillars on the table. Someone left him a cheeseburger with fries and he came back, the caterpillar jar is empty and is wondering about their whereabouts. Meanwhile, Benjamin is enjoying his pickle-free hamburger with fries where he noticed a few caterpillars crawling inside of his sweatshirt pocket. When his hand reached inside, colorful butterflies come out. Much to his amazement.
Spooky Kids: Skid is preparing his lunch for his spooky picnic with Pump, with his mother’s permission of course. All the while, Pump is buying a hot dog from a spooky monster (possibly the Eyes of the Universe) with his pocket money.
Hex: Hex is serving a plate of chicken fingers with fries to a new friend of his, bringing joy to them with the meal.
Carol: Carol is thinking about buying some conch fritters (fried seafood) to her love interest, Whitty.
Boyfriend: Girlfriend brought some fries to share with Boyfriend and he’s delighted about it, especially after a week of enjoyable and lively rap battles.
Last year, I drew these for the carnival at my school. I had a fun time here, enjoying the outdoors with delicious food and soda to boot. Of course, I remember being disappointed about my drawings not being included to my teacher’s food stand… But, after I had a few moments of sobbing, I start to feel better and enjoy the wonders of my school carnival. 🎡🎠🎢🎈🌤😔😊💕
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