#love and deepression

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Rafayel's non-mc significant other. Soul Mark AU

Imagine your mother always told you one thing. "When it's real, the mark appears. You'll know. Your body will know."

Imagine you believed her. Especially when she used to show you hers, an elegant vine of moonlight white ink curling across her collarbone, perfectly mirrored by the starlike print on your father's hand. A pair. A promise. Something fated and permanent.

Imagine you used to trace your own skin, wondering what yours might look like. Maybe a soft ribbon of gold behind your ear or a crescent shaped bloom over your hip. Something warm. Something sure.

Imagine thinking it will come when it's real. And then you met Rafayel.

Imagine the way he shows up like sunlight on seawater. Chaotic, glittering, always moving too fast for you to catch your breath. Late to everything. Excuses like seashells in his pockets. Attention span like a skipping stone. Teasing and impossible. Loud about everything except how deeply he could feel.

Imagine everyone saying he was careless, flaky, just another pretty face who painted emotions he couldn't process. But you saw what they didn't.

Imagine you saw the tremble in his fingers when a brush hovered over a blank canvas for too long. You saw the way he would disappear from events just to sit on a beach beside you, grinding shells into pigment, mumbling, "This one'll look just like your laugh when I'm done mixing it."

Imagine the way you fell. Fast. Hard. No safety net. And he catch you like it was the most natural thing in the world. Because he love you. Loudly. Thoughtlessly. Entirely. And god, you loved him back.

Imagine mentioning your lack of mark. Not really a mark at all... Just a faded blur on your ribcage. Like an ink stain. A fingerprint. A mistake the universe started and didn't finish. And to your relief, he told you it doesn't matter because love had to be louder than fate. Right?

Imagine Rafayel's soul mark was no secret. A splash of seafoam and sunburst across his back, just beneath his shoulder blade. It looked like someone had brushed watercolor straight onto his skin and left it to glow there. You remember the first time you saw it. Third sleepover. Sheets kicked off. Rafayel sprawled on his stomach, humming, lazily threading his fingers through your hair.

"Did it hurt?" You asked, fingers hovering above the mark. "No." He grinned into the pillow. "It felt like someone finally figured out what I was meant to look like." And you smiled even though your chest went hollow for a moment.

Imagine that night, you checked again, in your arms, your ankles, the inside of your wrist. Nothing. Just the smudge. Still incomplete. But you were in love. You had Rafayel. That had to be enough. Didn't it?

Imagine it happens on a Wednesday. The gallery was too warm. Too loud. The clink of wine glasses echoes between polished walls lined with Rafayel's latest exhibit. You're standing near the back watching him charm a crowd he swears he hates but secretly lives for. Then you see her. Someone standing alone in front of the painting. Her shirt shifts slightly, just enough. And there it is. His mark.

Imagine the sunlight and seafoam. Exact. Perfect. Alive. Not on him. On her.

Imagine your breath catches. Not dramatically. No gasping. Just a subtle silence in your chest. Then she turn. Meet your eyes for a second. She didn't even recognize you. Then she start walking toward Rafayel. And you... You watch it happen.

Imagine Rafayel looking up. The way his face changes. Softens. Still. Like someone just whispered his name from somewhere deeper than his memory. Recognition. Just for a second. Then he laughs too loudly. Makes some dumb joke about shrimp cocktails. Plays it off.

but Imagine, you saw it. The flicker. The way his Soul Mark shimmered, just a little brighter. And your smudge? Still quiet. Still forgotten.

Imagine that night, everything feels normal. He drapes himself across your lap while you brush your teeth. Kisses your shoulder. Burns dinner and pouts about it. Tells you he loves you. Like always.

but Imagine when he turn around, you can't stop staring at his back. The mark is glowing faintly. Brighter than usual. Like it's waking up. And you didn't say anything. Because he loves you. You know he does. But still. That question starts to bloom inside your chest like something sharp. If he knew? If he truly knew, would he still choose you?

Imagine you don't leave right away. There's no shouting. No slammed doors. No ruined art or broken things. You just... smile less. Laugh softer. You stop tracing your skin with hope. And Rafayel notices.

"Hey." He mumbles one morning clinging to your waist like a sleepy child. "Are you mad at me or just allergic to cuddles now?" You laugh. You lie. You say. "I'm just tired." And he believes you. Because Rafayel always believed in you more than he ever believed in fate. But you stopped believing that was enough.

Imagine one day you leave a note on his easel. Folded. Simple. No drama. Just truth.

I believe in us. I still do.

But fate never gave me a mark. And I can’t be the reason you miss out on the one it gave you.

Thank you for choosing me, even if the universe didn't.

Imagine you didn't sign it. You don't have to. He'll know it was you. He always knew your handwriting. Even if his soul never wrote itself onto your skin.

Imagine you leave before he wakes. Before he can tug you back into bed, or whine your name or smile in that way that makes your chest twist with grief and guilt.

Imagine you did not take anything except your shoes. The studio will still be full of you. Your mug on the sink. Your jacket on the hook. Your laughter caught in the echo of old brushstrokes and seashells drying by the window.

Imagine he'll stay there. Among the pigment and the silence and the unfinished portraits of you. Because some love stories don't end with fire. Some just fade. Like a smudge on skin. A love not erased. Just never meant to stay.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

[catakeleo]

me too Meph

[indycinders]

My brain said it’s Love and Deepression today after seein Caleb’s trailer.

My headcanon is she stayed like this for 3 days after the funeral until Zayne came over to take care of her.

Yes I photoshopped a photo of me and Caleb together shush

[dedgirlfailure]

Saw an absolute zeal animatic and am back on my lads bullshit (like i ever left) but yeah I’m so upset i didn’t pull that card

[jayhyunglover]

So I had this story idea from Zayne Foreseer lore.

So before MC came up to him let's say there was this girl with bright silvery hair and gray eyes named Selene (for people who doesn't know Selene is apparently the Greek Goddess of the moon)

She's the complete opposite of him , cheery , bright and curious . She visits him often to spend time with him and get to know him and fulfill her curiosity but she get tangled up in the webs of love.

When MC came along she spend less time with him because her father forbid her to. When she finally manage to visit him after a long time she sees that he has a new friend and decide to let him be .

when Zayne betrayed Astra and got cursed by him she steps up to plead for him but she also got cursed by him , her own father.

Her curse is that she'll always fall in love with him in every lifetime but he will never reciprocate leading her to die coughing Jasmine's petals. The symbol of the love she will never have . And while she remembers everything about him he always forget about her.

Back in earth timeline , Zayne meet a girl in the hospital , silver hair and gray eyes . With a smile that can lit up the words. She's strange talk in riddle but oddly cheerful like life for her is a passing fancy that should be enjoyed.

They grow close despite his closed off demeanor, he take her to a field of blue spider Lilies

He start to fall for her but don't realize it because he still have feelings for MC which lead him holding her dead body in the field of blue spider lilies he took her to with Jasmine's petals surrounding her frame.

[thoughtless-kitty]

Ich vermisse dich. Frag mich nicht warum, ich weiß es selber nicht. Ich mein, wir kennen uns doch noch nicht mal lang, aber ich war mit dir, irgendwie ... glücklich.

Ich hab mir fest vorgenommen mich nicht mehr zu verlieben. Vorallem nicht so schnell. Und trotzdem. Es ist irgendwie passiert.

Ich will einfach nur in deinen Armen liegen. Ich will dich einfach nur ansehen. Einfach deine Nähe spüren.

Man du machst mich irgendwie wahnsinnig und ich weiß nicht mal warum...

Und ich kann dir das alles nicht sagen, weil ich mich damit verletzbar mache, weil ich das Gefühl habe du hast mich bereits vergessen, weil ich das Gefühl habe mich lächerlich zu machen.

Ich weiß nicht mehr was ich fühlen oder denken soll. Ich weiß nur das ich jede Sekunde auf eine Nachricht von dir hoffe, jede Sekunde an dich denke, das ich mich jede Nacht in den Schlaf weine, das ich jede Sekunde in der ich alleine bin weine und das ich mich einfach so unfassbar dumm fühle für alles was ich fühle.

Ich will einfach nur bei dir sein. Gott verdammt was hast du nur mit mir gemacht.

[thegreyjoyed]

HELLO ? I love this

Mlem

[brycesbott0m]

Welcome, human.

I will start off by saying this:

I AM YOUR FATHER (YOUR OTHER FATHER IS MY BOOTIFUL DAZZLING SPARKLING AMAZING WONDAFUL @kage-meows-around For less than a day ^^ and yes we already have 106 kids in the making)

JK (Not about da kids or Kage tho ^^

No, but I am.

AND I SEE YOU

Anwyay,

Welcome to the my bed :3 Sometimes I'm deepressed. Sometimes I'm horny. Sometimes I'm still up at 3am for no reason at all. Sometimes there isn't a reason. Sometimes I don't exist.

Wait.....

am I real?

are YOU real??? ARETHEFIFTYSIXCOSMOSANDORGALAXIES REAL???

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

T-tw-TWO MWUCH THWINKING!!!

IM GONAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EXPLODEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

Akaria.exe has stopped working-

(ALSO UPDATE: I LOVE WHEN HELLUVA BOSS PEOPLE MESSAGE ME BUT JUST KNOW I CANNOT AFFORD TO BUY ART RN. I LOVE YOU BUT THANK YOU.)

More about me:

[aikkyuu]

fell down the Love and Deepression Lore rabbit hole again and I need time to recover.

[sylvieisoffline]

YOU'RE FREAKING TOAST

DON'T GET ME WRONG, it was so well done! The animations has improved so much, the flow of the story left room for mystery even if the trailer somehow spoiled us. Heck, I didn't even know I'd still bawl my eyes out despite already knowing how it will end but here we are 🫠

I was so flabbergasted that I had to replay boundless seas in order to wash away the pain

💔💔💔💔💔

hey future me, how cooked am I?

[zehina]

I love how I have a night of productivity (barely, mind you) and then I just fucking plummet back into deepression land. A year ago I didn't have a big problem with actually doing what I wanted to do, but now I keep procrastinating like an elementary student before an exam. What the fuck.

[skzoologist]

I love how whenever I open my workspace on my browser that is specifically only for writing, I see all these wikipedia sites for different animal species open. Because I was working on bringing in ATEEZ before deepression hit me.

Damn it.

[yieldfruit]

can i ask for encouragement & prayer? i’m in my last trimester of pregnancy & i think postpartum deepression are starting to knock in my door of thoughts. i’m starting to think how my body is changing. how it looks now. starting to miss how i look before. starting to feel bad and then feel guilty for feeling bad about it. i want to fight it. there are days i’m fighting it by whispering some affirmations and truth through God’s word like my body is amazing & miraculous for being able to handle a baby but there are days i feel so lost and wonder if i can still go back to my old self or will i love this new version of myself that is coming. i really don’t know what exactly what i want to feel.

Thank you for sharing and it does sound like you're having ups and downs with how you feel about it. May I share something? I'm not an affirmations fan, I don't really see the sense of psyching ourselves up by saying something ritualistically and to kind of, well, puff ourselves up a bit. I'd rather think of myself less (not think less of myself). I don't think we have to experience such highs and such lows, rather to be steady with how we view ourselves. You're pregnant, the Lord has creating new life within you, what a wonder. I would put the focus on motherhood impending and not worry so much about the body; I know our culture has made it very hard for women so be careful what you take in (TV shows, Instagram, TikTok, Pinterest, etc.) that focuses SO much on looks and the externals. Be careful what you look at. Focus on this new life being weaved together in you. Focus on after having the baby and nursing the baby and giving it the best possible nurturing upbringing you can. Focus on raising this child to know the Lord as his or her Savior, of praying for them even now, of being a mother.

I would encourage you, think of your body less–but do take care of yourself. I do believe in eating well and exercising, I do not understand a Christian who doesn't take care of the body God has given them, yet at the same time it cannot be our focus to think so much externally about ourselves. Take care of yourself, and enjoy these final months, and don't have a self-fulfilling prophecy of postpartum depression–we all have good and bad moods at times and especially with hormonal changes, but don't expect to be depressed either because what we expect we often find–even though I don't like affirmations (they just seem prideful, health and wealth/prosperity-Gospelish to me as well as New Age) I do think our thought life matters. "And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think on these things." Philippians 4:7-8. Think of the Lord, of this new life, praying for this new life, of being a loving, nurturing mother because this is a high calling.

[draconic-river]

Love and Deepression indeed... Absolutely beautiful.

We part and meet, again and again - heavy hearts with little laid bare. The weight in my chest is hard to name, while your doubts fill the air. In this fleeting moment, freedom's wings are bound. And that moment has long since vanished, never to be found. Like lightning that strikes and is gone in a breath. Like fine snow falling to a river, meeting its death. Like light pouring over the tide, only to be swallowed where shadows hide. How can I witness and hold such beauty once more…? If I were to bury my heart within your sweet lips.

[thoughtless-kitty]

Verdammt ich würde es in die ganze Welt schreien.

Ich liebe dich verdammt nochmal.

~ thoughtless-kitty 💭

[maaxxxaam]

i am in that kind of mood where i just want to disapear for a couple of days. i have had my phone on silent for days now, only wanting to talk to one person. i want someone to care enough to notice that i just stoped, and be the one who reatch out first. i am tired of feeling that i am the one that always care i want to be cared for for once.