#dagger BPD

[buntress]

[No spoons for IDs, help appreciated]

『 🗡 ₊˚⊹ 』 ❝ Chalice BPD // Dagger BPD ❞

[PT :: Chalice BPD // Dagger BPD]

Terms & Flags for pwBPD who identify as a chalice // dagger. pwBPD whose gender presentation is holy // unholy.

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Req By :: No One // Self Indulgent Chalice & Dagger by :: @redacted-coiner

Archive Tagging :: @radiomogai @io-archival @mad-pride

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Taglist :: @genderdenied @mimiscoiningcafe @discrophy @dsm--v @horrgores

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The Beach

pairing: lorenzo berkshire x poet!mentally ill!reader

genre: angst, a wee bit of fluff

tw: mental health issues, swearing

word count: 2008

summary: enzo comforts you when having a mentally rough period

a/n: my soul needed this one. i don't really want to label reader's mental state because in my mind bpd was the starting point but I think it would fit under the terms of depression as well, that's why I haven't specified it in the pairing (and because i'm not a specialist). also, it contains one of my poems I have not yet posted on my main.

playlist: The Beach - The Neighbourhood

masterlist

dividers by @chachachannah

It hasn’t even been a month since the new school year started, only two weeks. Two weeks got you utterly exhausted, and even that was an understatement. It felt like you had forgotten to talk, taking a little too long to answer, to process things – to think. Your head felt heavy with emptiness, your entire body ached as it didn’t seem to be able to release stress, holding onto it deep in your bones, low in your back.

It wasn’t just fatigue, it was emotional and mental exhaustion that made you want to lie in bed all day, yet your sensible side made you get up every day and go to your classes.

Those damn lessons.

You went to all of them, tried to siphon in as much of each subject as you could but your mind was elsewhere all the time.

At how sick you were.

At how tired you were.

And in the afternoons you did nothing other than lie in bed, trying to convince your mind that it was okay, there was nothing wrong with you, and that you needed to study.

Just five more minutes.

Oops, It’s been ten minutes ago.

Anyway.

You’re gonna start studying at next-hour-o’clock.

You didn’t.

At dinner you were only pushing your relatively small portion of food back and forth on your plate, your mind foggy with very negative thoughts as the chatter of your friends next to you blurred into an indistinctive mess of different voices over your head.

You were silent,

and lethargic,

all the time.

It was after dinners when you lay in bed, hoping this was a phase or something you’d eventually get over. But in the back of your mind, you knew you wouldn’t.

And you didn’t really want to, either – you felt so down, so numb that you felt like you couldn’t move in the direction of getting better.

Not properly.

Not permanently.

Lying there, alone, you couldn’t think of anything better than causing your own pain, physically – at least you’d feel something, wouldn’t you? Even if it’d hurt – maybe you’d deserve it. Maybe you’d deserve it because you had spent your entire summer not doing anything valuable, pushed down these feelings of despair, hurt, pain, depression. You didn’t study saying you couldn’t pay attention and you were tired – of course you were when you kept staying up endlessly, only getting mere hours of sleep and not eating enough.

Maybe you did deserve to feel this way.

You missed the affection, just a hug at least, from your friends. But you have been so withdrawn from them and they were all beating around the bush, not knowing how to corner the question of your visibly deteriorating mental health.

It was Enzo though, who paid the most attention to you; he knew you like the palm of his hand, even if you hadn’t realised it. He cared about you, probably more than he should’ve. He’d known all your mood swings, and even when you had better days, he knew you were going to be just as down, if not even worse in just a matter of days.

He couldn’t bear seeing you like this, he missed the carefree, loving Y/N you were. He missed his Y/N. Every word you spoke felt like a dagger to his heart as your tone only made it obvious just how tired and ill you were. Every time he saw you scribbling into your notebook he knew contained your poetry his heart ached, even when it was just two words.

He knew you were starting to give it all up.

Life.

You didn’t cry, and that was obvious – you’ve never been one to cry much or cry immediately when something relatively bad happened, or when it was something that you took too personally, nor when one of the bandages you thought were securely protecting your wounds were ripped off, not suddenly but slowly to hurt even more as it stuck to the surface of your heart. No, you took it, held yourself together, trying to maintain the facade you built so well and perfected over the years of suffering from whatever game your mind was playing with you.

Because the more people knowing you’re hurt the more able to hurt you.

Because the more pain you show the less people will think of you.

Because the more you trust the more leaving you and hurting you in the end, the more betraying you.

You were more on the bottling-up side, but the bottle always spilt in the end when it couldn’t hold more.

More suffering, more floating, more silence, more pain.

So, two weeks after your seventh and last year at Hogwarts had started, here you were, writing a new poem in the Astronomy Tower.

I find nirvana; I’ll exist in eternal peace, you wrote the last two lines, the cool autumn breeze in your hair.

“Y/N?” Enzo’s voice echoed through your ears, and closing your notebook, you looked up at him. This was the day the bottle broke – you’ve been crying before writing your poem.

Startled by your red eyes, he looked at you with concern. “Y/N, were you crying?” he immediately crouched down in front of you, and as he took your face in his palms gently, you could feel the dam break again. You didn’t like this. No, you couldn’t be crying in front of him.

“Just, uh, tired,” you answered in a low tone, trying to convince him – or yourself, rather.

He looks down at the notebook and shakes his head, “Liar. Let me see.”

You hesitated – how could you possibly show him what you were feeling? It took you weeks to be able to put it into words, and it’s not too happy. “Please,” he asked softly, one hand caressing your cheek, the other reaching down for the notebook in your lap. And you let him, knowing he’d get what he wanted anyway.

You saw his facial muscles twitch and tense up as he read its title, his hand falling off your face: ‘goodbye.’

His eyebrows knotted in a frown at first, glancing up at your once lively eyes, now missing the bright, pure shine they used to have.

You watched as his expression became sad and even more concerned as he breezed through your lines written.

these lines; I plan them to be the last ones I write and speak, so that I can be free in a world where pain doesn’t exist, where no clouds disfigure the sky. I go tonight; I don’t regret and don’t look back, I’m not afraid to leave anymore, I give up the fight, I end the war. i lie down tonight and drift to sleep, I unite with nature forever, and release the built-up hurt and pain. I find nirvana; I’ll exist in eternal peace.

“Y/N, you–” he shook his head as he lifted his head again, meeting your eyes. But you, you couldn’t look into his, you felt like you’d break immediately. You were afraid of what emotion would look back at you. Hurt? Sadness? Disappointment? Or would he look at you differently?

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, shaking your head, keeping it hanging low.

He cupped your face again to make you meet his gaze, gently yet forcefully tilting your head upwards. His eyes, as always had that caring look in them, mixing with concern, and a sense of fear that he’d lose you washed over him.

He’d lose you, before it was nature’s job to cross your path together, before he could even confess to you.

“...Why haven’t you told me?” he asked in a low, broken voice. Fuck, he couldn’t lose you.

You couldn’t answer him at first – how could you tell him that you’d been feeling like shit for weeks again? That the longer you’re alive the less you’re living? The more days you survive the more of your want to live, and the more of your shine you lose. you took a long breath and with a tremble tugging at your lips, you shook your head while a stray fat tear rolled down your cheek.

“Y/N, darling…” he pulled you in for a hug and as his arms enveloped you tightly, your salty tears started raining down your cheeks again, lading on the fabric of his hoodie.

“I’m sick…” you sob into his chest, not able to hold anything back anymore, not in front of him as your fists clutch the fabric on his back. “And I’m tired too.”

You weren’t fireproof, that was for a fact, and he knew it too, probably better than anyone. You didn’t want to burn in your own flames but you felt it, felt it burning you and spread over onto him, burning him too. You were holding on to him for dear life, hoping your own miserable state of mind wouldn’t murder you.

“...I hope I don’t burden you,” you trembled against his body and he held you tighter.

“You could never,” he assured you, shaking his head. “Never, honey. You’re not a burden.”

You didn’t need to say much, he’d known almost everything already. He just held you tight against him, as if you could just slip away and disappear if he wouldn’t – and the truth is, you could’ve, especially in this state. And you kept gripping his hoodie as you slowly calmed down in his arms, while his heartbeat gave yours a soothing rhythm to follow. 

You were slowly coming to your senses that felt numb all this time – his cologne was a nice mix of sandalwood and citrus which filled your nostrils and made you feel at home, even more at ease, his touch warm and soothing under your sweater, rubbing your skin through the thin layer of your shirt, his voice sending your mind into a state of contentment as he kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear, and yet again, you couldn’t help but wonder what his lips would taste like. You’d been friends for a long time and you didn’t want to ruin the relationship you two have built up over the years.

Then the three little words left his lips involuntarily; “I love you.”

You felt him stiffen against you as the realisation that he indeed said that out loud hit him, and coming down from your surprise, and trying to control your rapid heartbeat, you lift your head from his chest and meet his eyes. How could he love an emotional wreck like you?

“Y-you what?” you asked as if you hadn’t heard it right.

He gulped, trying to swallow his fear of rejection before repeating his words, “I said I loved you,” he led his hands onto your waist under your sweater as you pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, but kept drawing you in lightly.

Without any further hesitation, you crashed your lips against his, afraid this was only a dream, hence wanting to enjoy every second of it and take it to the fullest.

His lips were so soft and moved so in sync with yours, and you wanted nothing more than to stay like that forever, wrapped in his embrace, with your lips connected, your tongues dancing around, making your mouths a ballroom, available for only them.

You pulled back just to come up for air and to clarify one thing. “I love you too.”

Your words sent a jolt of electricity and happiness down his spine, and he leaned his forehead against yours before reassuringly whispering to you, “I’m not leaving. We’re in this together and you can count on me, anytime, anywhere. Just- don’t shut me out. Please… I need you here with me.”

You nodded against his skin and let out a heavy sigh. You knew it would be a long way, a really deep dive. But until it was him swimming with you it didn’t matter that you were out in the open. It wasn’t a sudden light, a newfound wave of relief taking you out to the shore, but the beach seemed closer than ever. 

tag list: @inksoakedparchment @mqstermindswift @reys-letters @girllblogging777 @myysunshine @yelanare

[bah-circus]

So while I have lost the ask that requested this pack, I do know someone who might enjoy it!! Since I know you enjoy Forsaken packs :D @toxin-filled-bahs so here we go!! And since it's become a gift for you, I did include extra MUDs <3

❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

Two-Time!!!

°·⊱ Name: Two-Time, Deuce, Shade, Kage, Demi, Otto, Dusine, Twice

°·⊱ Age: 23

°·⊱ Race/Species: Robloxian / Shadow

°·⊱ Source: Roblox / Forsaken

°·⊱ Role: Guilt Processor, Delusion Holder, Religious Trauma Holder, Religious Persecutor

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°·⊱ Sex: Male 

°·⊱ Gender: Nonbinary, Shadowix, Scyththing, Daggerthing, Shadowgender, Daroric, Chaosean

°·⊱ Pronouns: They/Them; It/Its; Stab/Stabs; Xey/Xem; 🗡️/🗡️s; Wor/Worship; 

°·⊱ Sexuality: Demiromantic Pansexual, T4T

°·⊱ Personality: A cultist who has lost most of their grip on sanity and this reality. Two-Time is wracked with guilt for the things that they have done in the past, but xey also do not believe they are worth saving, leading them to perform worse and worse actions. 

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°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: [Prn] Who Does The Spawns Bidding, The Worshipper of The Spawn, [Prn] Who Betrays, The Betraying Partner, [Pen] Whose Hands are Stained with Blood

°·⊱ Likes: Azure, Daggers, Angel Imagery, Pranks, Fight Training, Learning About Reincarnation

°·⊱ Dislikes: Cooking, Mistakes Being Pointed Out, Azure, Meetings, Slimy Textures, Churches

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🗡️🔳🪽🕳️🖤✒️

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°·⊱ TransIDs: nullTrauma, nullGuilt, trisStalker, transNPD, transRedEyes, transStarPupil, LostCherryscentian / Cadaverscentian

°·⊱ CisIDs: Robloxian, Shadow Creature, Pale Skin, Black Hair, Black Eyes, Prehensile Blade Tail, Blade Wings, Cultist, Murderer, Stalker, BPD, ASPD, ADHD, PTSD, Delusional

°·⊱ MUDS: Guilt-Ridden Personality Disorder, Rancorous Personality Disorder (RcPD), Faulty Rising Paranoia (FRP)

°·⊱ Paras: ❣️, 🦖, 🌹, 🩳, 🏓, 🫀, 🩸, 🌑, 🔪, 🦴

°·⊱ Faceclaim: 1 | 2 | 3

I also included an extra faceclaim cause this guy is really fun and has some AMAZING art!!

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

weirdass lesbian polycule b/w julia, reader, and ashley because as alfred pennyworth said: "some men just want to watcu the world burn"

if you can't do it then tis fine ^^

The forbidden prequel to the Yuri Square, the Lesbian Triangle of Doom

Julia x Ashley x Fem!Reader

Truly, your taste in women is enough to give someone whiplash

Looking at one of your girlfriends, it’s crystal clear why you love her to passersby

She’s soft spoken, polite, positively adorable- no doubt about it. Overall a wonderful woman

Meanwhile- your other girlfriend is a BPD nightmare

Ashley is loud, brash, acts first and doesn’t really dwell on the potential consequences- not to mention her….”insightful” personality

Though she doesn’t take kindly to the questions people have about your relationship

The comments can make her a bit insecure though- worried that you like Julia, or prefer her cause she’s “low-maintenance”

It couldn’t be further from the truth however

You love both your girlfriends

No matter how drastic their personalities are

Ashley clung to your arm, glaring daggers at the man Julia was profusely apologizing to for her outburst. A small altercation- mishearing a conversation you were having with him, believing he was speaking ill of her. So naturally she chewed him out….very publically you may add.

The three of you had decided on a nice walk, enjoy the scenery the best your miserable world would allow, but faith had other plans. And those plans involved calling a man more swears than you realized there were in the English dictionary.

Ashley grumbled, tightening her grip on your arm. You should be mad, should be reprimanding her for such an act but…

Goddammit she was cute.

Her cheek was pressed against your arm, squishing against it a little as she gave a disgruntled look towards the man- almost trying to intimidate him from where the two of you were standing. It was so cute, like an angry cat.

You couldn’t help but smile, running your hand through her hair to try and help soothe her. She initially flinched under your touch before accepting the affection. The scowl never completely left her face…but it definitely improved a little.

Julia rushed back over to the two of you, looking slightly less worried than she did earlier, “Okay! Good news!” She beamed, “The guy agreed not to sue us for Ashley calling his dead wife a maggot-infested, dead pig!”

“Hurray!” You raised the arm not occupied by your girlfriend in victory.

Ashley grimaced, but truth be told, she was a bit relieved to avoid trouble once again, “…wooooooo.”

Julia joined your other side, and you lowered your hand for her to take. Her approach was a lot gentler than Ashley’s, instead opting to gently take your hand into hers. She gave your hand a small squeeze before the three of you continued on your walk, chatting aimlessly with Julia while Ashley quietly listened- the scowl gradually disappearing in place of a small smile.

How the three of you ended up in this relationship is- beyond your understanding

Originally it was just you and Julia, having gotten together with a good while after her break up with Andrew

Though you’d been acquainted with her before then

You’d been aware of the dumpster fire that was her previous relationship, how she was harassed by Andrew’s sister into calling things off with him

And even then he was a flake with strange priorities

She only ever gave Andrew’s name, never once mentioning his sister’s

So it was a surprise to everyone when you learned that Ashley was the same one who previously harassed your girlfriend

You’d run into Ashley once while buying groceries, and you just kept bumping into it- strangely enough

Though she was fun to talk to, so you didn’t question how this woman just kept showing up wherever you went

Seems she found you to be fun as well

She made her advances pretty clear, even after you told her you had a girlfriend

You’ve had to reprimand her on personal space a lot during that initial friendship period

To make things worse for your conscious, you slowly caught feelings to

You talked with Julia about it, you’d told her about a new friend you made prior to this

It was a long talk, trying to figure out how to move forward and- explain your feelings

You still loved Julia- by gods you loved Julia. How could you not? She was just so sweet and beautiful and understanding and way too good for this shitty world

But what you chalked up to just- initial physical attraction to Ashley blossomed into something more complex

By the end of the talk, Julia wanted to meet Ashley. Get to know her before moving forward with any type of polygamous relationship

You’d all have dinner! Meeting up at your apartment and chatting on the way

….things couldn’t have gone more south.

You stood awkwardly between the two women, fidgeting with your hands nervously. Julia was partly hidden behind you while Ashley was standing in the doorway, scowling.

When she had arrived, both had very different reactions to the others; neither good. Julia went pale, looking like she saw a ghost, while Ashley had a scowl that was ice cold. No one had said anything, but just from the context clues…things didn’t look well.

Julia peered at Ashley from around your body, trembling. It was subtle, but given how close she was you could tell.

Ashley’s expression changed on a millisecond, sickeningly sweet as she grinned, “Well! Isn’t this such a small world..” you could feel the malice behind her voice.

“I…take it you two have already met?” You didn’t really know what to say in this moment.

Julia nodded, Ashley stepped closer.

“Awwww, what’s wrong Julia? I don’t bite~” She cocked her head to the side, trying to peer at Julia from her hiding spot, “Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore your guests?”

You turned to look back at Julia, she glanced back at you and then at the ground.

“Ashley is…Andrew’s sister…” she mumbled. It was the smallest bit of information, but it was enough for you to connect the dots.

Andrew’s sister harassed Julia. And unless he has another sister, then that means Ashley…

“Tattletale.” Ashley grumbled, crossing her arms, “Come onnn, I wasn’t being serious.”

“You told me to slit my wrists proper.”

Ashley made a few motions on her wrist with her finger, “Across the street for attention, down the street for results.”

Julia pulled up her sleeves instinctively. And well- you just about had enough.

“Okay, yeah- that’s it.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “You’re gone.”

“What?”

“What?!”

Ashley looked shocked to say the least, eyes wide. She then narrowed her eyes, looking very angry.

“What do you mean ‘I’m gone’?!”

“I mean you’re gone,” you stood your ground, “You harassed and threatened my girlfriend.”

“I didn’t even threaten her!” Ashley claimed, balling her fists up in frustration. Her nails dug into her palms a little.

“You kinda did…” Julia pointed out, quietly…but she pointed it out.

“Bullshit!” Ashley’s voice caused Julia to flinch back in response, “And you’re not even dating Andrew anymore, so obviously I won’t do it again.”

“How do I know you won’t try to get me to break up with Y/N?…” your girlfriend pointed out again, holding on to your arm for moral support as she stood up for herself, “She told me you like her…”

“Tattletale for Tattletale I guess..” Ashley muttered.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Your voice was firm, leaving no one to question if you meant what you said or not, “I don’t want to be friends with you if you’re going to talk like that to Julia.”

Your statement seemed to have actually gotten a response out of Ashley. Wide eyes at the fear of losing you. She furrowed her brow and directed her pink gaze to the floor, thoughts swirling behind her eyes as she thought about this. You used this moment to silently console Julia, taking her hand into yours and kissing her forehead.

“Alright.” Ashley’s voice caused both of you to jump. Not cause it was angry, just cause she hadn’t spoken for a while.”

You tilted your head, “Alright?”

“Alright,” She crossed her arms once again, looking away, “I’ll behave. I won’t mess with Julia again.”

That was….surprisingly easy. Almost made you question the validity of her words. But further observation told your differently. Ashley was hard to read, yes- but she gave no indication that she was lying. She was looking directly at you, her expression not nervous or anything. In fact it didn’t look much of anything. You didn’t know what to make of it, so you turned to Julia.

Julia had also been studying Ashley. She let go of your arm, feeling a bit more confident in her words, “Why’d you change your mind all of a sudden? I thought you hated me?”

“I never hated you…” Ashley mumbled, “I just- didn’t want you dating my brother.” It felt like she had more to say on that, but she moved on, “And I don’t want to lose Y/N so…” she shrugged, “I won’t ‘threaten’ you.”

“The air quotes don’t make me very confident…”

You rescheduled lunch. You wanted to see if Ashley would make good on her promise to not harass Julia

And surprising both of you, she did.

It was like she was….actually making an effort to be nice to Julia when you all hung out

The two even talked on their own merit, sometimes!

After learning what Ashley had done, it took you a while to reconsider your feelings.

Even if they were still there, which they were, did you even want to date the woman who hurt your girlfriend

Julia had to give you the okay, when she was ready of course. She took longer to come to terms with Ashley than you did

You all had that lunch, and had the conversation you wanted to have originally

Is this the healthiest relationship? No

Ashley still has her moments, and has to be reminded a lot of what she promised

But, you’re willing to brave those storms

Because the outcome is….peaceful. Surprisingly.

Maybe you can convince both of your girlfriends to get therapy so things can be peaceful more often…

[mr-rimoman]

bakon_surviver's character sheet

username: bakon_surviver

name: bakon surviver

age: around 14-16 i really should keep track but i dont even know when im even older at this point

birthday:

may 12th (although i dont plan for any birthday parties nor bakon to grow up yet)

gender: male

sexuality: aroace since he is too childish to acknowledge the concept of love (this will probably change to straight later on when he stops being like that)

height: 5'0 (technically 4'12)

species: robloxian

race: bacon hair YES THAT MEANS IM NOT ACTUALLY RELATED TO EVERY BACON HAIR,IM ONLY RELATED TO THE PEOPLE IN THE SURVIVER CLAN

text color: orange

mbti: enfp or esfp

perfered weapon of choice/weapons:

bakon uses the knife he used to kill the immortal killing monster he also has a time dagger lodged in his house somewhere and prob will get it when i finally decide to finish bakon's childhood home, bakon also likes to use guns but he shouldn't be trusted with them (its gonna become nerf or nothing kind of situation)

likes:

sodas, milkshakes, hotsauce i quitted that, escapism, games, non-problamatic parties and being around the people he considers his friends and best friends, other childish things/activities

dislikes: being tortured by mr rimoman, being reminded of the multiversal death loop thing (too be fair i think anyone would if they just got sent memories of every possible universe that just ends with them dying by the hands of rimo), house HE IS A WEIRDO, being reminded of the incidents, watching people especially the ones he cares about die, getting his hair eaten without his permission i dont care if its made out of food its still my hair :(

personality: is akin to that of a child but thats because he suffers from voluntary age reggresion due to him wanting to "unwind" his stress that has built up. he tends to pretend everything will be ok and that he believe it will be fine and due to that he has the personal flaw of seeing good in others and being barely able to tell the bad which makes him give all his trust and respect, there are some exceptions to that but thats the more obvious bad guys. bakon also tends to believe everyone is either his friend or best friend (depends on how close he thinks he is with them)

disorders:

PTSD, BPD, survivors guilt, schizophrenia, drug addiction thats not a disorder and im not addicted to hotsauce anymore stop mentioning it whoever is making this thing >:(

abilities/powers:

surviver clan's immortality

this allows bakon to regenerate infinitely and helps him survive any biological attack (and immunity system level ones too) but because of how young bakon is his regen and other benifits stated above are more slower, if he was older it would be faster and more potent

this immortality also bounds the soul to the body meaning if someone with this type of immortality were to die theoretically they would literally cease to exist and would both be incapable of being revived and be unable to go to an afterlife

buff modes

there are two buff modes bakon has

he has the un-named buff mode

than there is the named buff mode

unnamed buff mode is bakon but buff

and named buff mode is more buffer its also the current maximum o bakon's strength and techinically his "true form" since his base form is just him with compressed and condensed muscles and if your wondering why he didnt use that form against the immortal killing monster, bakon was both scared and completely forgotten about that form since it was the whole situation was like a quicktime event for him also bakon is used to not using buff form so there's that

opinions (technically a trust level but bakon is too optimistic of people as mentioned)

star

my best friend although she has hurt me a few times but i think its because they care for me :D

Asa

also my best friend they help me stop drinking the hotsauce and they're very fun to be around!

lenora

very cool she got me my passion for hotsauce before i quitted it

john the frog

THE COOOLEST FROG TO MAN, HE IS AN ABSOLUTE BEST TO BE AROUND IF A BEST BEST FRIEND IS A THING ID CALL HIM THAT, HE IS SOOOOOO COOL ^[]^

house

...he is a weirdo

Mr Rimoman

he is my friend but im kinda doubting that now, he keeps claiming he is "the seven deadly sins incarnated" but like when i first met him he was pretty kind hearted so i doubt his words have meaning even jaclk agrees with me on this

lego jaclk

he is very cool, i mean he reached master builder rank how is that not cool?

max godspeed

im starting to get used to him but he sometimes makes me uncomfortable especially what he did to lenora..

jaws

she is very great to be around :D

doctorwhofan/unpleasent

they're cool but they keep attempting to eat my hair, i'm sure i'd have fun talking to her in a distance :D

Cato

a pretty cool friend i think they're pretty chill compared to everyone

Fallen surviver

he's my cousin and he's like an older brother to me! but dont tell him i said that he cried the last time i said that to him

shirou

they're my best friend and im here if incase of any help although i am starting to notice he kinda forgot about me for a bit..but hey some people are like that!

trampolinefan

he is very cool im a fan of him :D but he did crush stars head and star is my best friend so i dunno what to say

daisy bell

bakon views them as a best friend like how he views some of the other main casts but has the least interactions with them

aculia

same with daisy

zailyn

she's really cool!

grat

he is like one of the most coolest guys i've met :D

quepa

no comment i dont know what my opinion on him is

Ebro4

he pretty cool! although recently me and some of my best friends got shot up by his gang thankfully no one died :D

Ebro5

he seems pretty cool as well kinda like his father! i feel bad that his birthday party got inturrupted with a shooting though-

EgDog

my adopted son awwww he so cute i could pet him and give him huggs all day

Nora

she is my best friend by the way did you know she also adopted the egg dog too! nora is really cool and i gotta say she is one of the most chillest people i've met alongside cato aswell :D

backstory/lore:

back when bakon was five years old his dad worked as a scientist in a lab, one day a immortal killing monster the lab had created broke out and seeked vengence against the scientists but it escaped the lab before it could do that, bakon's dad wanted to get bakon down stairs so he can get bakon to do some chores but the moment he did the monster came bursting out catching his dad off guard and brutally mauling him to death (it was quite graphic) the monster was gonna go after bakon but his mom came in time and used herself as a human shield resulting with her also being mauled to death, in the end it was only bakon left of which the monster attempts to maul him two but bakon manages to get it to back off albeit bakon is injured due to his attempt at blocking the monsters attack, this allowed the monster to attempt to stun bakon down with a tackle but he dodged it and grabbed a kitchen knife and after a whole entire battle, bakon wins but heavily injured and scarred both mentally and physically. bakon then has to bury both the monster and his parents in the back yard of which he obviously was crying but due to his imagination and him not having a clear memory of the event bakon belives it was raining making him associate the rain with bad events and caused him to hate it. after burying his parents bakon had to survive on his own and within three years he has completely changed as he became more serious and had an adult-like mindset and behavior and being more mature, he also was more morally grey as he started to resort to stealing the wallets of the random people that picked fights with him but eventually one day he met Mr rimoman whom claimed to know his dead father and gave him the promise of a better life in a better world only if bakon temporarily became rimoman's "eyes" of which bakon accepting out of the fact he didnt want to continue to be like the way he was, rimo also used the blue pheonix that was next to him to heal up the scars bakon had and after bakon was sent to other worlds and dimensions outside of robloxia and he truly felt freedom for the first time and he was like an injured cat warming up to the world finally trusting people again and this eventually resulted with bakon age reggressing to finally have the childhood he had lost all those three years that was taken away from him and not only that but he got a house other than his childhood home he can't return back to for some reason that house being in the cross side where he also was introduced to lego jaclk and some of the other people there but then one day rimo finally cracked, for he kinda somewhat saw himself in bakon and he hated it he hated it so much that one the day he cracked his little "mask" and it broke, he started to self-project his self hatred on bakon whether that be physical or mental it continued and throughout all of that bakon believed and still believed rimo is fine and he will get better and that he is a good person at heart just a bit hateful towards himself, but sometimes bakon belived some things rimoman had said as it was some what the truth, eventually rimo had stop using bakon as his "eyes" and yet his behavior towards bakon worsen and instead of self-projecting bakon he is now been just sadistic towards him, treating bakon as a pawn. one day bakon finally figured out how to dimension hop and travel without the help of rimoman and with that he figured out how to he never was able to return back to his childhood home ꩇׁׅ݊ιռᦔ𝔰ɔʌ℘ꫀׁׅܻ of which he currently lives in although robloxia is a tad bit missing some things like the outside

fun facts:

the reason why bakon doesn't have a exact age is due to the fact he keeps going to places with completely seperate points in time, yes he does age yet its only outside of ɧι𝔰 ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻꩇׁׅ݊✧᥅y𝔰ɔʌ℘ꫀׁׅܻ bakon's childhood home

bakon is broke at the moment because he spent all his tix on a suit he only has 9 tix at the moment

bakon has a missing poster of himself after his parents death since the status of his parents and himself was "disappearing under mysterious circumstances" despite the neighbors being aware of the truth, he was fully a missing person though when he left robloxia as the neighbors barely know of the events of what happened

if bakon never accepted rimoman's deal he probably would've became a mafia boss

bakon's growth:

voice claim:

songs/theme songs:

[bpdhd]

ᛝ ❘❘ ❙|❙❘ ❚ | ♫ ░ 𝅘𝅥𝅮 ⸝⸝

NAMES

Lost— Wriothesley— Dagger— Felix— Unlucky— Clip— Cover— Bruce— Brutus— Will— Dolly— Collision— Old Time— Candlelight— Roy— Crash—

PRONOUNS

star starlight ★ he him ★ hy hymn ★ mind mindless ★ shoot shooting ★ flick flicker ★ albino albinos ★ cosmo cosmic

AGE

mid 20s

PERSONALITY

Bruce is usually quiet and keeps to himself, but will occasionally latch onto someone (sort of like a stalker situation) and refuses to get close to anyone, Dagger hates interaction but absolutely loves his parasocial friends... and if on the rare occasions star makes a friend, they would be EXTREMELY special, to the point flicker couldnt contain hys obsession for them. Collision will do anything to keep this friend... anything

DISORDERS

BPD, Bipolar, ODD, Autism, OLD (can be relabeled as BPD), Phsycosis

[doumadono]

I’m really struggling with my borderline personality disorder. Like I’m feeling my split happening. I don’t have therapy until September. I don’t feel safe I am afraid I’ll blow up on my closest people because I’m getting so upset about people leaving me and it’s sending me into a split about how I knew they didn’t care, how they didn’t want me.

So I was hoping maybe Touya/Dabi where he sees you about to split, he sees you clenching your teeth and you’re snapping at anyone who talks to you and he knows it time to ground you because he could see how bad you’re getting.

There's more to us - Dabi x Reader

Warnings: mentions of emtional swing, f!reader Synopsis: as your anger and frustration teeters on the brink of an emotional split, Dabi unexpectedly becomes the comfort you've been seeking A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear that you're going through such a challenging time with your BPD. It's completely valid to feel the way you're feeling, but remember that you're not alone in this journey. While waiting for your therapy in September, consider reaching out to friends who can lend an understanding ear. It's important to remind yourself that your emotions are valid, and you don't have to go through this alone. You're stronger than you realize, and with time and support, you can find healthier ways to cope with your feelings. Stay strong, and please prioritize your well-being above all else ♥ I hope this fic brings you some comfort

MASTERLIST

The cramped League of Villains hideout was filled with an uncomfortable tension that seemed to cling to the air, intensifying with every passing moment. You, normally full of energy and wit, were now a storm of emotions on the brink of splitting. Clenched teeth and tense muscles were visible signs of the inner turmoil you were struggling to contain.

The tension was palpable. The air seemed heavy with unease, and the atmosphere was fraught with the telltale signs of a looming storm. Dabi leaned against a wall, his azure gaze flickering over the scene before him. He had seen this before — the rapid shifts in mood, the intense reactions to perceived abandonment — it was all too familiar. He recognized the signs of a potential split, a cascade of emotions that threatened to engulf everything in its path.

You were seated on the edge of a worn-out couch, your clenched fists trembling and your jaw tightly locked as if trying to contain the turmoil within you. Your voice, usually soft and warm, was edged with bitterness and frustration. Every word you spoke came out sharper, like daggers slicing through the air, and the way you snapped at Kurogiri and Shigaraki moments prior made it clear that your emotions were spiraling out of control.

Dabi's lips pressed into a thin line as he observed you, his mind calculating the best approach. He knew better than to let the situation escalate further. With a resigned sigh, he pushed himself off the wall and approached you cautiously, gauging your reaction. "Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing murmur that contrasted with the storm inside you. "You're wound up, and I can see that. But snapping at everyone won't help."

You shot him a glance, your eyes a stormy mix of emotions, and then turned away, unable or unwilling to fully meet his gaze.

Dabi could see the storm swirling in your eyes, a tempest of fear, anger, and desperation. He sat down beside you, allowing a few moments of silence to hang between you before speaking again. "I've seen this pattern before, and I want to help you through it."

"Dabi, just leave me alone," you muttered, your tone a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "Just fuck off, man."

He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I'm not here to piss you off, yeah. I get it, alright? It's not easy. But taking it out on them won't change a thing. I just want to help ya out, okay?"

Shigaraki perched on a high stool at the bar, an air of nonchalance masking his observant nature. His fingers idly tapped against the rim of the glass as he watched the scene unfold, his crimson eyes tracking every nuance of your reactions. It wasn't often that he paid such close attention, but something about your current state intrigued him.

Kurogiri, standing behind the bar with an air of elegance that was second nature to him, observed with equal attention. As he poured the deep amber liquid into a glass for Tomura, he couldn't help but glance at you occasionally, concern etched into his misty features.

You scoffed, your fingers digging into your palms as if trying to anchor yourself. "Help? You don't understand, Dabi. Nobody does, so please, fuck off," your voice laced with spite.

A flicker of empathy crossed Dabi's features. He understood that feeling all too well — the sensation of being trapped in your own emotional whirlwind. He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Maybe I don't understand everything, but I've seen you fight through this before, Y/N. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

You shot him another skeptical glance, your expression a mixture of vulnerability and defiance.

Dabi's cool demeanor belied the concern that burned beneath the surface. He reached out, his hand gently covering one of yours, the touch warm and grounding. "You've got people here who care, but pushing them away is only making things worse, yeah?'

You shivered involuntarily as Dabi's fingers brushed against your hand, a sensation that sent a jolt of both surprise and warmth through you. Your instinctive reaction was to withdraw your hand from his touch, a reflex born from a mixture of nervousness and uncertainty. However, his touch was unlike anything you had expected. Despite the initial shock, his calloused palm felt surprisingly warm, inviting, and oddly comforting. The contrast between your initial reaction and the reality of his touch sent conflicting signals racing through your mind. Your breath caught, a mixture of frustration, sadness, and desperation evident in your expression. "I'm just… I'm so afraid of being left behind. It's like everyone I care about is going to disappear, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Dabi smirked a little. The fear of abandonment, the sense of being unlovable - it was the hallmark of your condition. And as much as he was known for his aloofness, his stoic demeanor, he also had an uncanny knack for sensing what others needed. "I'm not leaving," he said firmly, his voice carrying a sense of reassurance that cut through the chaos in your mind. "None of us is. You're not alone in this, no matter how much it might feel that way."

Tomura's voice cut through the air suddenly, surprising you as he agreed with Dabi's words. A faint quirk of his lips hinted at an almost rare camaraderie between the two. "He's right. Sometimes, pushing people away only makes things worse. You're not the only one dealing with struggles though."

"Who knew I had it in me to be a motivational talker, huh?" Dabi grinned at his colleagues.

"Dabi and Tomura have a point. Emotions can be overwhelming, but they're also a source of strength if you learn to harness them. Control doesn't mean suppression - it means finding balance instead," Kurogiri added.

He could see tears forming in your eyes, a mix of vulnerability and relief. Your shoulders sagged as you finally allowed yourself to let go of some of the weight you were carrying. "I don't want to push people away," you whispered, your voice breaking.

Dabi nodded, his thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand. "It's a struggle, I know. But remember, you have control over your actions. Now, look at me," he said firmly, his voice carrying an edge that demanded your attention.

As you met his gaze, he continued, his words measured but resolute. "There's a wide range of negativity within me, yeah, a storm that used to tear me apart. But I stopped running from it. I embraced it, every jagged edge of it." His honesty was a stark contrast to the aloof facade he often portrayed. In that moment, his vulnerability was on display, a raw revelation of the internal struggle he had faced. "Embracing it, my inner demons," he continued, his voice steady, "it made me more focused. More powerful. The chaos became my strength."

As if the dam had burst, your emotions flowed out in a torrent. Your shoulders shook as tears fell, a mixture of pain and relief.

Dabi's arms wrapped around you, holding you gently but firmly, providing the anchor you so desperately needed. "I've got you."

You leaned into his touch, a mixture of exhaustion and relief washing over you. The storm within you hadn't completely dissipated, but Dabi's presence had provided a lifeline, a reminder that you weren't alone in this battle.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the room gradually began to ease. Dabi remained by your side, offering a quiet and unwavering presence that served as a stark contrast to the chaos you had been feeling. Slowly, your jaw unclenched, and the tightness in your chest began to subside.

"You know," Dabi said with a faint smirk, "I'm not exactly known for being the comforting type."

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "No, you're not."

He chuckled softly, his eyes meeting yours with a spark of understanding. "But maybe I've got more empathy than I let on."

Tomura downed his drink, his lips curling into a faint smirk as he watched you and Dabi. As Dabi's fingers brushed against your skin and you leaned into his touch, Tomura couldn't help but let out a low, almost mocking "awwwww" sound. His voice held a mixture of amusement and teasing as he observed the unexpected camaraderie between you and Dabi. "Look at that, Kurogiri," he remarked, his smirk deepening. "Who knew Dabi could be someone's emotional support? It's like a twisted version of a feel-good movie."

"Maybe," Kurogiri mused, his fingers tapping against the bar counter, "there's more to us than meets the eye. More than just villains with quirks."

[borderline-culture-is]

BPD culture is “Alone Tonight” by Digital Daggers. Might just be me though. Love that song.

- 🎸🐺

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[littleoddwriter]

Cooper Abbott x GN!Reader w/ BPD (Borderline PD) | Mini-Fic in Bullet Point Format

Hey there! I wrote this during the weekend when I was having a longer BPD episode and needed to vent and find comfort. Debated with myself on sharing it, but I also know from my previous BPD-centric writing that it helps others that find themselves in similar situations to mine, so, why not. This is focused around one BPD episode. General BPD!Reader headcanons with Cooper might follow at some point, though. notes/warnings; Gender Neutral!Reader; Reader has Borderline Personality Disorder; BPD Episode; Implied/Referenced Self-Harm & Suicidal Tendencies; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Mentions of Murder(ous Intent) [because it's Cooper, so, duh].

Cooper Abbott Masterlist

You tell Cooper about your diagnosis as soon as you feel like you can trust him with the information. Over time, you’ve learned to be as open about it as you possibly could. That way you could weed out people that didn’t care or that believed in the stigma, and it was also helpful to set boundaries and explain your behaviour to the other person.

Most of the time - especially with the help of therapy - you try to manage your symptoms by yourself. You don’t want to burden anyone with your instability, and you certainly don’t want to risk being abandoned for being ‘too much’ again. But it doesn’t always work to keep it all away from the people closest to you, including Cooper.

He makes you feel safe, more than anyone ever has before him. He gives you the feeling of being seen and heard, and best of all, understood on some level. Not judged. 

When you move in together, it’s a lot more difficult for you to manage your symptoms by yourself, though. It’s hard to mask your feelings either way; but when Cooper is present, it’s like there’s no way to hide from him, for better or worse. 

One day, you have an episode, and you don’t know what to do because none of your recently learned healthy coping mechanisms are working, which only makes you feel worse.

Cooper tries to help. He keeps suggesting things for you to do, distractions, attempts to comfort you, and talks you through it. But it doesn’t help. It only agitates you more. Eventually, you snap at him. 

Regret and guilt tear you up on the inside as soon as your words leave your mouth. And you see the way Cooper falters. It’s rare for his own mask to slip around you. He looks almost murderous for a moment, like he’d want to smash your head into the wall. And it’s terrifying on one hand, but on the other, you wish he’d do exactly that and put you out of your misery.

You leave the room and he lets you, knowing that you’re not helping each other right now, but only making things worse. And once you’re alone, you lose yourself to the episode, after trying so hard to keep it inside and prevent the worst from happening. 

When you’re calm enough to face Cooper again to apologise to him for snapping, he’s gone. It almost drives you into another episode. But then you look at your phone and see that he sent you a message. An emergency at work. You don’t question it, but deep down, you have an odd feeling about the timing of it. Nonetheless, you decide to believe him, to cling onto his words that tell you that he’s going to come back to you, that he didn’t just abandon you over your outburst, and that he may not be as mad at you as he seemed at first.

You can’t get the look of his eyes from that moment out of your head, though. This murderous intent that gleamed at you. Those beautiful brown orbs that usually looked so gentle, suddenly devoid of any affection. Just cold daggers that were waiting to pierce you to death.

In the morning, after a restless night on your end, he returns home to you. He takes care of you, quietly and soothingly, not judging you for what you might have done during the worst of your episode. He lets his lips travel over each spot he knows you love to feel them most. The tenderness of his actions are a harsh contrast to the murder in his eyes the night before. Those same eyes that now look at you like you’re used to. Full of affection and care, and gentleness. 

Once you’re both sitting in silence, you apologise to Cooper, almost frantically. Still terrified that he’ll leave you, just like the rest. But he doesn’t. He accepts your apology and even apologises to you, as well. For having to leave all of a sudden when you were at your worst and needed him most, for not doing anything that helped you; not that it was his fault at all, but you appreciate the sentiment. 

Cooper finishes it with a new gift for you. A piece of jewellery he knew you’d love. He saw it on his way home, he claims, and just had to get it for you as a way to finalise his apology, but also to give you a new physical reminder of his love for you.

[inactive-veins]

Introduction post since everyone seems to do them!

╰ 𓌉◯𓇋 I N F O 𓌉◯𓇋 ╯

𓆟 Names: Call me Asterian, Orion, or just Veins!

𐂐 Age: 15

𓆟 Pronouns: Any except neos/xenos

𐂐 If I have anything, it’s not diagnosed, and I don’t self-diagnose

𓆟 I live in the eastern U.S.

╰ 𓌉◯𓇋 B O U N D A R I E S 𓌉◯𓇋 ╯

𓆟 Pet names: Yes!

𐂐 Nicknames: Yes

𓆟 DNI: I don’t actually have a DNI list, I just block people if I don’t like them or what they post. However, any person who asks for donations in my asks is getting blocked. I am a minor, I have no feasible way to donate.

╰ 𓌉◯𓇋 M I S C 𓌉◯𓇋 ╯

𓆟 Fandoms: Starlight Express, Genshin Impact, Team Starkid, Danganronpa, Vocaloid, Project Sekai, Ever After High, Porter Robinson, Needy Streamer Overload, Fragaria Memories, Twisted Wonderland, Wicked, Love Nikki, and ENA

𐂐 Music: And One, Astrophysics, Buriru, CircusP, Crusher-P, Crystal Castles, Daft Punk, Depeche Mode, Ferry, Ghost and Pals, hachi, iroha(sasaki), King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard Labyrinth Ear, Lady Gaga, Lemon Demon, MGMT, Miracle Musical, NILFRUITS, Pastel Ghost, Pathetic, Pinocchio-P, plastic dagger, Porter Robinson, Purity Filter, Purity Ring, Sewerslvt, Utata-P, and VIRTUAL SELF.

𓆟 My MBTI type: INFP

𐂐 My favorite aesthetics: Yami Kawaii, Menhera, Mori Kei, Ouji, Kawaiicore, Cutecore, GuroKawaii, Fruitcore, Frutiger Aero, Decora, Weirdcore, Dreamcore, and a little bit of vintage Americana.

𓆟 Btw, if you want to filter the posts on my blog, my posts use the tag “my own post” and my reblogs use “reblog”. My vent posts use “vent” or “kinda vent” and my rant posts use “rant” or “kinda rant”. Any jirai reblogs are tagged with “jirai stuff”

𐂐 Taken anons: 🎀🗡️, ☀️🍰, 🚪, 🌱🛰️

𓆟 Extra: While I do tag things “jirai stuff” and I follow many jirai blogs, I myself, am not a jirai. I lean more towards Menhera, since I don’t have a disorder that would make me “explode” such as BPD (and I have done my research)

[buntress]

[No Spoons for IDs, help appreciated]

『 🗡 ₊˚⊹ 』 ❝ Holy Dagger BPD // Unholy Chalice BPD ❞

[PT :: Holy Dagger BPD // Unholy Chalice BPD]

Terms & Flags for pwBPD who are holy daggers // unholy chalices. pwBPD whose presentation is stereotypically considered holy but is unholy to the user // presentation is stereotypically considered unholy but is holy to the user.

⋅──────────⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰──────────⋅

Req By :: No One // Self Indulgent Chalice & Dagger by :: @redacted-coiner Holy Dagger & Unholy Chalice by :: @daybreakthing

Archive Tagging :: @radiomogai @io-archival @mad-pride

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Taglist :: @genderdenied @mimiscoiningcafe @discrophy @dsm--v @horrgores

[geeksdotcom]

welcome back to another BANGER episode , it's ya boiiii Gilbert

COOL INTRODUCTION

Yoooo what is up my friends....my name's Gilbert, max, Kurt, dagger etc. But you can call me 007n7s n1 freakster.

Any pronouns. I have audhd, bpd, Npd and schizophrenia. As well with us being an Osdd-1b system :3 if you would like to refer to us as one person you can use 'sun beam sys'

007n7 IS SO PEGGABLE DON'T LET ME NEAR THAT MAN HE'LL COME OUT MPREG

[malka-lisitsa]

Positivity Anon! Can I get you to say three nice things about yourself? Spreading positivity is amazing, but sometimes you need to spread it to yourself too!

Three nice things about me- I'll do it just to support the wave of anon positivity.

one - I've worked very hard to gain my reputation here and despite the daggers that come with the crown I'm very proud of the little empire i've built with my blog and the followers I've gained on my tumblr journey here. I don't even mind the Novi hate club.

two - which brings me to number two. I am also very proud of the confidence I've gained over the years. Even just three years ago some of the hate ive gotten would have sent me into a spiral and I probably would have deleted or something. Fortunately, now it doesn't bother me at all. I remain unfazed and even have a little fun putting them on their asses.

three - I like to think that usually im a straight forward person. I am the first person to tell you that I am a bitch. I have never been shy about that. A lot of people like to say different and if they want to think I'm nice/kind then I love that for them, but I've never said it. I have hang ups and I like to play the wrong kind of games sometimes. I have BPD, once you cut out all the romanticized bullshit tiktik is currently spewing, there are toxic traits that flare if left unchecked.

Its work, having BPD is an on going chronic battle of managing symptoms, behaviors, and shitty coping mechanisms. Sometimes I don't treat people the best and I'm aware of that. That's why I've never claimed to be nice. I ask all of my friends to tell me if I'm being an asshole. If I'm behaving terribly. It's one of the first things I mention when I'm getting to know someone and starting a new friendship. I want you to bring shitty behaviors to my attention, I cant fix what I can't see. I figure anyone whos actually my friend will have no problem doing that. I used to be very cagy about my BPD, it has a bad rap and honestly its not for no reason. Undiagnosed BPD can cause a LOT of problems, we are not innocent little beans who just need a hug, left unchecked we have the self destructive force of a raging WILD FIRE. We burn bridges faster than most people can light a match.

Now I've come to accept that about myself. I know I can be toxic, I own that, I don't hide from it and pretend I'm a perfect little angel. It's taken me a LONG TIME to get to that point but god DAMNIT if I'm not proud of myself for getting here. Self acceptance has been hard and I'm sure theres a few people lined up ready to tell me I'm a liar, and the most toxic person in the rpc, and whatever else they slap on their banners to parade around in their protests- but honestly go ahead. Bc not everyone is going to like me and to be honest? I just don't give a fuck :)

So yea. Three nice things. There you go.

[drop--pop--candy]

omori is. a lot. i think its a Little better than isat? but yeah it is still a lot so play it when you’re ready!! theres no rush to :3 i hope your school year goes well regardless!!

and i love basil and i think you might like him? hes delightful in headspace for the times he is there and so so so mentally ill and fucked up and a bpd icon i think and i love him dearly. hes so real tbh. my little guy

isat wasn't as bad for me bc i did No optional content lmao. specifically i shut the dagger thing down before siff even went there so the only part that was like. really bad for me was act 5 but it was alright otherwise! i haven't gotten into omori bc i know it deals like. more than a little with suicide? or something. and like i think someone's sibling dies??? which is definitely not a topic i want to think abt so it's like. maybe not that bad in general but for me specifically i think i would not be alright lol

oooo he sounds interesting!!! i don't really know much about him (or any omori characters for that matter) im honestly just going purely based off his design lmao

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Howd we miss this? Her favorite wine my ass! The name of Kevin Costners production company is Tig Productions est. 1992 by u/Specialist-Car-1860

How’d we miss this? Her favorite wine, my ass! The name of Kevin Costner’s production company is Tig Productions, est. 1992 I saw this posted on Twitter/X from Greenwich and it checks out (see links below). Tig was the name of Costner’s grandmother. This is the production company that did The Bodyguard and many of his other movies. What did Megsy do? Search for something with ”Tig” in the title, find the wine, and then retrofit that into the name of her blog?????She sure likes borrowing monikers from grandmothers. And examples like this are piling up…they are too numerous to list at this point! It beggars belief that all of the copycat names/branding/cosplay are coincidental. Makes me wonder what other easter eggs she has hidden in her life story that we haven’t uncovered yet. And we are not “derangers“ for pointing this out.I know that copying or mirroring can be unconscious and even normal in small doses. It’s the way babies and toddlers learn and teenagers do this in their quest to figure out who they are. Taken to an extreme, it can be a sign of a mental health disorder, like BPD. The theory is that people with an underdeveloped (or even no) sense of self can latch on to others’ behaviors, traits, personalities, styles, etc. to help define themselves. (HG calls this “character trait acquisition“.)All I can say is that it must be absolutely terrifying to be on the world stage without a firm grasp of who you are as a person. It must also be like a dagger thru the heart when we disassemble her carefully crafted persona piece by piece.Tig Productions LinksArchived: https://ift.tt/YMCu1qR https://www.avid.wiki/Tig_Productions​ post link: https://ift.tt/eX7yVLD author: Specialist-Car-1860 submitted: November 07, 2023 at 11:21PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[jonbenetrunsolved]

Dr. Rorke was brought in most likely by the BPD, not Dr. Meyer.

Reddit discussion

"I think she may be wrong that Meyers brought her in, my understanding it was the BPD."

It sounds like it was the BPD. From Rorke's memoir: "...forensic work led to the involvement of a number of bizarre cases and several that were high profile. Most notorious were the trial of Joel Steinberg, an attorney in New York City, who killed his adopted 6-year-old daughter Elizabeth in 1987, and the unsolved murder of Jon Benet Ramsey in 1996. In both, my work was behind the scenes assisting the prosecutors during and after the Steinberg trial; and in the Ramsey case, testimony before the Grand Jury involved a remarkable cloak and dagger journey to and from Boulder because the prosecutor did not wish to expose me to the media camped out at the Court House."