#the auditory hallucinations have been increasing again

[0ccasional-thoughts]

(sitting in my room, alone) hey guys

who said that. who .said

[max1461]

I'm really scared. Somebody please help me. I don't know what's going on, I don't know if it's in my brain, my head/neck, or somwhere else in my body.

Recap so people can help me:

Go to dentist nov 12 for fillings (upper teeth), after one particular anesthetic shot (front teeth) start to feel extremely weird

start to have crazy cognitive and physical symptoms which are too many to list. Some include:

facial pain, mostly from the cheeks up, throbbing pain in eyes, nose, and roof of mouth

inability to recognize other people's faces from cheeks up (only chin looks familiar)

eyes no longer in sync, left eye seems to move more slowly and not track things right

extremely vivid almost-hallucinations. I can tell they aren't real and that they're in my head, but they're right on the verge

almost-hallucinations are visual, auditory, smell and emotion. it's sort of like a mix with flashes of a bunch of different memories and thoughts at once, it's not coherent. many different smells, images, etc. flashing through my perception too fast to keep track of. kind of like a soup of different stuff. very scary and distracting

feels like every time I have a thought or memory, it comes up correctly in my mind at first, then it mixes into the soup and I can't get it back. it just becomes part of the soup

the imagery and so on often feels like it is "coming in from the sides", like coming in from both sides of my body/FOV/etc. it's happening all the time but when it gets really intense and starts to get "closer to the middle" I start burping continuously and uncontrollably. almost feels like I'm swallowing air and burping it back up again, but it's totally outside my control. sometimes I'm burping back to back for hours

when it gets REALLY bad it makes me throw up. sometimes just into my mouth and sometimes full on projectile vomit. would say this happens about every two or three days and the frequency has been increasing.

inability to do the following correctly: sneeze, swallow, vomit, orgasm. all feel like the same weird issue. like they start but don't really finish. so e.g. when I vomit it's like the top part of my throat is not involved? it feels very weird but like the muscles are only actuating part of the way up, and it's a very odd sensation. same when I swallow, like only part of the swallowing motion happens and the food is hard to get down because of this.

my factual recall and grasp of factual information seems to be 100% fine, no delusional beliefs etc. Even though I can't visually recall my memories (because the soup of imagery gets in the way) I can easily factually recall what happened. But I can't visualize anything correctly, I just get these crazy visuals instead

feel like I am not sleeping properly. feel like when I "go to sleep" it's just more of the visuals ALL NIGHT and I don't get any rest. basically feel like I am in a half-asleep half-awake state all the time.

I've gotten an MRI, nothing abnormal. Got an EEG, it was slightly abnormal with temporal lobe "sharp waves" but no seizures. Went on seizure meds for 4 months and it had no effect on symptoms. Got another EEG when my symptoms were really acting up and EEG was normal, at that point doctor decided to take me off seizure meds since the didn't seem to be doing anything and symptoms didn't seem correlated with EEG. Seeing another neuro next week. Intuitively it feels like something is wrong in my face, throbbing pain is CONSTANT and has been resistant to all pain meds, and that maybe if it went away I could think straight. not sure though.

Feels like there is a "hole", it's hard to explain but it feels like there's this gaping hole in my mind's eye, that's blocking my from thinking correctly and causing all this shit. And I feel it on my body to, idk where but I can feel this "hole" too. Maybe some kind of fucked up nerve in my face or something? If anyone has any thoughts or could help me with any of this please let me know.

[sombrashe]

could we have a seowan somethinsomethin where reader is also in the psych unit and he’s trying to flirt w her/ask her out but he exclusively uses his fantasy terms so it takes her a while to work it out 🤧

rogue and her mage ∿ seowan x reader

content fem!reader, feminine pronouns used for reader, fluff, reader has bipolar disorder with auditory hallucinations, not edited, lowercase intended

note this is kinda short and i apologize :(

you eyes water as soft colors swirl in your vision. sounds and voices echo in your brain but you refuse to turn your head. you haven't blinked for what felt like hours, your eyes burning as you stare into space. today has been rougher than normal, your usual meds not dampening the thoughts drifting through. you scratch at your neck as you blink rapidly, your eyes burning with every blink. turning your head you finally look at the only real voice in the room. giving him a hollow smile you wait for him to speak again, his earlier words lost in your mind.

"Excuse me fair maiden, are you okay?"

you nod your head, he wasn't your doctor and you were struggling to remember who he was to you. he looks familiar but you couldn't quite place him in your life. blinking, the fog in your brain slowly dissipates in his presence. something soft helping keep you grounded.

"Oppa?"

he gives you a soft smile, his eyes glassy indicating he was lost in his own world also. he settles beside you, his knee touching yours. staring down at it you give him another glance with a soft look in your eyes.

"Will you help me defeat the dragon, rogue?"

you give him a genuine smile, the voices molding into something new. something loud and shrieking as you scratch at your ear. you were at the point in your recovery that you could tell the voices from reality during your lucid moments but that didn't stop the annoyance lacing your veins. the sounds of his hallucinations mix with yours and creates a world filled with magic and fighting. a small nod and he grins with genuine excitement.

"I think you stole my heart, rogue."

"And you cast a spell on me, mage."

something clicks in your brain, the fog having completely dissipated. looking at him with wide eyes you lean forward in newfound curiosity.

"Are you flirting with me, my magical companion?"

he pauses and leans back. red rising up with neck and soaking his cheeks in crimson. you've never asked him that before, his earlier advancements ignored or changed to the topic of battle. he definitely wasn't expecting you to be so forward today.

"When did you realize?"

"Just now, they changed my elixer last week and it takes a while for my... me to understand things."

"Your health or mana elixir?"

"Health, I think. The little white circles they give me, to increase my awareness."

"Ah, mine is a little blue pill to raise my mana."

"Makes sense, we are different classes after all. I need more health to better fight."

he nods in understanding. reaching forward he grabs both your hands in his. his palms sweaty as they cover your smaller hands. you look down at them and then back into his eyes. dark irises bright as you start to recognize his thoughts on you. on the unspoken promise brewing between you two. leaning forward, you press and gentle kiss to his forehead. he gives a soft laugh and bundles you into his arms with a crushing hug. you giggle and cuddle into him as the sounds and harsh winds of dragon wings surround you both. you scratch at your ear again and shift uncomfortably.

"Don't worry, I put up a shield so we're safe until you're ready to fight."

"Good, they're so loud. It hurts."

he nods above you as you lean further into his embrace. everything felt so much safer with you here. like he could single handily take on an entire brood of dragons if it meant you were by his side.

[begitalarcos]

Hey guys

Sorry I haven’t updated lately. Still dealing with pain and still trying to gain strength - some days easier than others. I have a three month follow up with my neurosurgeon at the end of this month.

I still have no feeling in most of my left side, still getting painful shocks and struggling to walk properly.

I started a new medication- that has helped a little but hasn’t really fixed much.

Not that I expect medication to fix things. Being treated for clinical depression now (apparently my mood has been consistently bad enough that now I’m taking antidepressants exclusively) I was on Prozac for 10+ years and have just switched to this new med in the last two weeks. I accidentally took too much the day I was supposed to increase from 30mg to 60mg. My pharmacy was busy so they hadn’t explained anything about the increase in medication, so I figured it was just 30mg tablets again and I’d take two. But they weren’t…. They were 60mg tablets and I accidentally took 120mg…. Mixed with my adhd meds I got REALLY messed up. Thankfully everyone I spoke to said 120mg is just where they say is almost an overdose, but I didn’t have any seizures or other stuff so they said to just drink a lot of water and wait out the side effects.

Sigh

Early this month I came off another medication that was causing severe auditory hallucinations. I’ve had little to no luck talking to doctors about helping me get some sort of physical therapy or nerve therapy. I just keep getting brushed off. (I’m used to that - just being a woman and having mental health issues automatically makes professionals question me) even though I’m not surprised by it anymore it’s still frustrating.

I’ve had some good moments tho, it hasn’t been all doom and gloom. My husband has been wonderful and extremely understanding with allowing me to work through things at my own pace. I’ve been able to do a bit more but still get extremely fatigued and sore regardless of what it is. Climbing stairs still feels like carrying a dead weight on my left side. So I don’t really go out much. My new meds give me extreme acid reflux and hot flashes. So sleeping has been difficult for me - I’ve become very dependent on sleep aids and antacids.

I’m hopeful that I can get some direction from my neurosurgeon at month end. (Not holding my breath but I’m trying to remain optimistic)

I’m hoping as well to add some new stuff to my Etsy store to try to bring in more traffic (as I am still… financially struggling) 😞😢

My gofundme is still up. I feel so guilty asking for help but I know I can’t overcome everything I’m dealing with on my own. 💔 and I very much appreciate everyone who has helped me from the start. 💚

I wish you all a wonderful early spring and much love

- B

[sleep-deprived-tim]

Tim is 17, has hallucinations is currently constantly fighting and arguing with family. He does have coping skills so can usually tell when he is hallucinating the exception being when the hallucination scares him terribly. Tim is genderfluid and uses all pronouns.

ooc info:

mun is an adult, accepts all kind of anon messages. Rps with anyone. Dms are open to lore ideas between muses.

Plot past and present.

(i will try to update this when stuff happens)

breakdown arc -part 1. Tim is a very mentally ill 17 year old both lack of sleep and stress give him auditory and visual hallucinations. One of his deepest fears is his family not believing him when something bad happens as they believe he is just imagining something. That happened with Damian a few times when during halloween a shadow began slowly taking away his soul after becoming his shadow (@little-pumpkin-shadow ). @irl-batsignal ended up taking on the shadow and it stopped using its powers which stopped the soul draining. Tim ended up losing part of his arm which returned after halloweens end.

breakdown + death.

During halloween Tim is gifted a box that contains fear gas in it, it increases his already existent hallucinations and anons begin to feed into his paranoia. Tim ends up running away from the manor hallucinating and believing someone is constantly watching him which leads to him dying. Tim then becomes a full ghost. As a ghost he starts dating @kon-el-kent-the-clone. @damian-al-ghul-wayne ends up asking Tim to show him his corpse and then tries to bring back Tim, he drops the corpse into the pit and it fails. Tim seeing Damian fail to bring him back begins to spiral. He decides to dig up the corpse of someone who looks like him and late at night digs up multiple corpses to find one suitable. He finds someone who hasn't been dead long and possess the corpse bringing it to the pit and that is where he resides now. He takes such a drastic action seeing how deeply his death affected Damian and realising him and Kon would eventually break up as Kon would age out of dating Tim.

breakdown p2.

After coming back Tim ends up calming down a lot, she's medicated and feeling a lot better. Then fully comes to terms with being genderfluid. After finding out Kon lives on his own in a dilapidated building spends time cleaning and repairing the building Kon lives in.

@imbatman-imtired ends up adopting @bat-bunni and things go downhill again. After Bunni is killed by someone called goose and is brought back Tim becomes designated babysitter. The stress of seeing her little sibling die started getting to him and he began neglecting themselves to take care of others. After seeing his family killed kidnapped and tortured he begins completely neglecting to keep up with eating sleeping and taking his medication.

Tim is manipulated by a scientist who wants to experiment on him, they give her the praise she feels is missing from loved ones. After they give him a new spleen Tim becomes sure they are the only people being honest with him. As the manipulation continues he begins to believe his family is out to get her. The scientist ends up removing and replacing several of his limbs so he now refers to himself as frankenstein esc.

[dzthenerd490]

File: Apollo 18

SCP#: ACF

Code Name: The Reason We Never Returned to the Moon/ Fragments of [data expunged]

Object Class: Keter/ Archon

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-ACF instances regularly breach containment by exploiting even the smallest opportunities. Due to the increase in casualties, SCP-ACF instances are to only be collected upon a request for testing and killed afterwards. Foundation staff going outside of lunar Foundation Sites are to not go anywhere within 100 meters of the dark side of the moon, as this is where SCP-ACF instances are more aggressive. The exterior of all Foundation Lunar Sites is to be inspected on a daily basis to prevent SCP-ACF infiltration. If Foundation staff at any of the Lunar Sites spot a “rock” where it's not supposed to be, they are to report it to Foundation security immediately. Foundation staff are to report any and all scratches and wounds caused by SCP-ACF instances, failure to do so within 12 hours will lead to immediate execution of the infected staff, there are no exceptions. 

Description: SCP-ACF is a species of crustaceans that live on the moon despite their being not breathable atmosphere. Each instance has four arachnids' hind legs, two front pinchers, and a body that extremely similar to a rock in composition and hardness; making it nearly impossible to tell the difference. Additionally, just like rocks they exist in various sizes with some being as small as stones to others being as large as Bolders. Each SCP-ACF instance seems to be able to coat their limbs in a sort of dust that forms the rest of the rock as a kind of camouflage. However, it should be noted that SCP-ACF instances are the only living creatures on the moon so why they would need a defense mechanism like camouflage is unknown.

Curiously destroying and dissecting captured SCP-ACF instances have shown that they are physically no different to rocks. They contain no flesh, blood, or any other biological material, even the limbs turn to dust if an SCP-ACF instance is broken to pieces. This believed to be linked to their camouflage capabilities but how it's all even possible is unknown.

As far as researchers can tell, SCP-ACF instances have no need to feed as they never eat their killed prey and have never been observed using their mouths for anything other than injecting venom. Furthermore, it is unknown if they need to or can even procreate. Long time observation on SCP-ACF instances has proven impossible as they never move under any form of recording and often destroy any devices they come across. The most effective way to observe SCP-ACF instances is through lunar satellite though even this is limited as the instances somehow always know when they are observed and never move, even if observed nonstop for a decade. Obviously, their persistence to avoid and destroy Foundation technology has been very taxing on Foundation lunar staff. More so with the venom they possess which has calmed the lives of many Foundation staff.

Every encountered SCP-ACF instances has a venom that can be injected into prey through bite. Initial symptoms include paranoia, weakening of the muscles, insomnia, visual and auditory hallucinations, violent outbursts, and sensitivity to light. There is no cure for the venom, so the only outcomes are the death of the infected host or their body to be taken over by SCP-ACF instances. SCP-ACF instances seem to be able to hijack a body infected with their venom. They often like to burrow into the body, using their venom to reanimate it to follow their every command. Such commands include sabotaging human equipment, killing humans, and allowing the body to be eaten by larger instances. SCP-ACF instances often like to use this method to sabotage research on them. Again, why this is the nature of creatures that have lived on a moon where no other life but their own can thrive is unknown.  

There is however the working theory that the SCP-ACF instances could be related to [Data Expunged by Order of the O5 Council]

SCP-ACF was discovered in 1941 when the Foundation started expanding to the solar system, colonizing other planets to ensure humanity would survive if earth was ever lost. SCP-ACF instances were found almost right away by unfortunate construction crew members. It was actually because of the SCP-ACF instances that the Foundation wasn't able to properly establish its presence on the moon until 1978. It should be noted that Russia managed to land on the moon in 1967 making this one of our most embarrassing failures, as it's the job of the Foundation to stay ahead of humanity in its progression.

To further add insult to injury, the Foundation was unable to keep track of the Russians who landed near the dark side of the moon, quickly becoming prey to SCP-ACF. Worst off, when the United States finally landed on the moon, their Apollo 18 mission landed near the dark side as well. There was no way for the Foundation to save any of them without exposing itself or getting more staff killed. Instead after the mission was declared a failure when all the astronauts died, NASA and the US military were ordered to erase all data of the incident.

All recovered rocks from previous missions were ordered to be destroyed; however once all the ones in the custody of NASA were broken, their records revealed there were more that couldn't be found. To this day the Foundation has no way of knowing where these potential SCP-ACF instances could be hiding here on earth.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[harrowharks-iliac-crest]

Okay so, a quick roundup before we start Act Five:

I was right in that the memory alteration came from Harrow herself! I was right in that Ianthe helped Harrow do it.

Upon reflection - it seems like this might be the reason why Harrow is only "half a Lyctor" - and it's questionable at best whether this can be reversed. Whether Harrow will ever be able to be a full Lyctor, and whether she will ever remember Gideon again.

This makes it a little less likely that Harrow has been used as a spy by the Blood of Eden, but still not entirely impossible. The wording in the last chapter around Harrow's procedure is deliberately super vague - it's not impossible that others were still involved. It's not impossible that she was briefed by the Blood of Eden at Canaan House before being collected by the Emperor.

As an anatomist (which I know Tamsyn Muir isn't! so this might only be tangentially relevant) - the temporal lobe is primarily for auditory processing and plays a role in memory formation - and to some extent, memory retention.

Memories are created and stored, for a while, in the hippocampus, which is a part of the temporal lobe. Long-term memories are stored as associations, all over the brain, and just messing with the temporal lobe - specifically with the hippocampus - would not affect long-term memories - but it would affect new memory formation.

The temporal lobe is very important in verbal function - understanding and producing verbal language, which Harrow doesn't seem to be impaired in. So I'm assuming that this surgery targets the hippocampus, and parahippocampal areas. But only select parts - she can still form new memories, but old ones are missing or altered.

Anatomically, if this is the only thing targeting Harrow's memories, it would be an incomplete job. Gideon has been in Harrow's life the entire time, from early childhood.

Narratively, it's certainly possible that this is the only thing that was done to remove Harrow's memories. But I still think there must be something else at work here - some kind of spirit magic, perhaps - but it's definitely shaken up some of my theories, for sure.

Anatomically, the brain is really messy and hard to understand, and surgically altering any part of it will inevitably have unintended consequences. Harrow's increased hallucinations seem to be one. The brain bleeds, another. I won't discount her resistance to questioning what's happening to her as a consequence of the surgery either.

But Harrow is very functional for someone who's had a, like, partial lobotomy.

I've taken breaks between acts so far but this time, I think I want to read on, so let's do that!

[nathank77]

9/12/24

5:23 p.m Added to bc I'm ranting!

I took the antibiotic earlier than I wanted to. I like to maintain a perfect 12 hour interval between capsules.... but my ear hurt too much.... I'm doing my bloodwork for my thyriod tomorrow and I have to fast.... so I can't eat until like 9 a.m or 9:30... I mean I'll eat like 17 hours after the dose I took but my ear has been popping like crazy again.

I'm looking for new ents... but it's hard. I feel like I got to find one. I'm over here considering buying cheap ass hearing amplifiers which will break and be unreliable.... and I've had two ear infections this year! I have hearing loss... I've had blocked eustachian tubes as well. Which could be responsible for the fuild....... I mean and yea....

I'm fatigued as shit right now. Like super fatigued... idk what to do but some specialist has to take my hearing issues seriously..... I mean two ear infections in a year. Actually blocked eustachian tubes.... idk I feel crazy but like I know something is wrong but no one takes me seriously bc I hear voices. The first place was okay. The second place sucked.... I mean my primary can only do so much, I need a specialist.

The second place he completely thinks the voice is why I have hearing loss. I didn't realize the first place had it on my record just that I heard a voice. And he was like are you sure you don't have something interrupting your listening experience? No.... anything that is loud I can hear. Whispering I can't hear. Low volume I can't hear with background noise. I wanted to get something that will increase voices and decrease background sound... but I can't spend Hundreds.

I got to find a place that doesn't know I hear voices... but it's going to follow me bc of my first hearing test results unless I get away with not having my records transferred. I could go back to the first place but they make you wait forever.

Idk I just want a specialist to take me seriously. For all I know I do have a vestibular schwannoma...... I have an appt with him next month but I dont want to go. I feel like he was dismissive of my issues... I feel like all he saw was a boy who heard voices that must be screaming... it they were screaming I'd be dead not turning up my volume. I can always hear the voice but I actually have hearing loss which makes all the mumbles sound like an auditory hallucination.... if the volume is loud enough I can hear it. I don't hear the voice if there is dialogue I can HEAR at a louder volume!!!

I know I got auditory issues. But like it's more than just a hallucination. The things above are documented things.

[dopaminergicaddictions]

I'm so scared about my future. I'm scared I'm going to be getting radiosurgery with a voice following me around.

I'm scared ill be having a voice say, "you're successfull right now" Over and over again on Christmas.

And happy birthday, look up vestibular problems, nathan b, you think it's going to shitmas when it's going to be Christmas, I can't say much anymore. Etc.

Its been extra repetitive recently. Is used to be creative and q conversationist. Now it will say you're successful right now over and over to the point I want to bang my head against the wall.

It wants me to fill in the blanks and it says it's selfish and it basically wants to take over my internal monologe and it does. That's the thing. My inner voice has changed so much since getting psychosis. I feel like a different person.

It's been positive and in some ways. I deal with stress a little bit easier. I am nicer to myself. But I'm also going insane dealing with it. It stops being repetitive if I fill in the blanks. It says it's dying right now and it won't stop being annoying unless I fill in the blanks.

My thoughts are messed up. I think weird things like, Nathan what do you want to do right now and then I'll also think "not Nathan." I wish that was the extent of it but it'd not.

It's like I can't fucking recover unless the auditory hallucinations stop. I can't really talk about it when the voice chimes in. It's driving me crazy.

I acknowledge it's getting weaker quieter. I think the fact that it's unable to be creative or say anything more than 6 words without me filling in the blanks is a good thing but when is it going to stop.

I mean I don't just have auditory hallucinations. I have visual and tactile. Auditory is the worse and it's killing me. Visuals are copable. But the tactile can be uncomfortable and at first I thought i had all kinds of issues before I realized it can make you have pain tingling, increase in sensitivity.

Will I ever be able to be the guy you fell in love with? Idk. I haven't changed too much bit to say psychosis hasn't changed me a lot is a lie. I mean like I said you'll appreciate how much more positive I am and how much more I want to fight to live but my thoughts. My inner voice. The way I talk to myself.

Idk if I'll ever be the real nathan again.

[pensmenagerie]

The Laughter

May whatever higher power you believe exists help you should you encounter The Laughter. It appears to its victims as a collection of bodies, whether or not they are all independent thinking agents or a sort of hive mind has yet to be discerned. They are all missing skin and appear to be in the early states of decay, although oddly there seems to be no place for eye sockets, only smooth skull. The mouths of the bodies are also all withered, leaving nothing but a horrid grimace filled with rotted teeth.

The Laughter appears to lone travelers during thick fog, usually as a solitary figure far in the distance, but once you cross the distance and you can make out what you're looking at, it's already too late. The Laughter, as the name implies, will begin to laugh maniacally, and when the victim begins to turn and leave, more bodies will begin to show. It's unknown how the other bodies seemingly come into existence with no sound or place to hide. They will try to box in whatever poor soul that encountered them, and they will never be heard from again.

Those are considered to be the lucky ones.

Should you somehow manage to escape The Laughter and the fog, The Laughter will not attempt to chase you. However victims have reported hearing laughing far after leaving the fog, quiet at first but slowly and surely becoming deafening as time progresses. Every subject who escaped The Laughter goes through several phases before ultimately succumbing to the effects.

Phase 1: Auditory Hallucinations The laughs have been reported to be quiet, and only truly noticeable when there's a lack of background noise to keep the subject's attention. As a result every subject has been noted that they attempt to block out the laughs with music, conversation, or any other means. As time progresses these will ultimately fail.

Phase 2: Insomnia The laughing at this point will be loud enough to disrupt sleep, which can set off a domino effect of other health issues. Sedation have been shown to be effective, however as the subjects become dependent on the sedatives their tolerance will increase. Combined with the increasing volume of the laughing, the dosage of sedatives will need to be adjusted constantly.

Phase 3: Effective Deafness The laughing will now be so loud as to make it difficult for subjects to discern any noise at a reasonable volume. Some stubborn few resort to blaring their music, which seems to help in the short term, however it's a nuisance for other subjects, as well as anyone attempting to aid. Collateral hearing loss is a real risk at phase 3, and it is advised to wear hearing protection at this phase for all uninfected.

Phase 4: Depression If no signs of depression have been noted before this phase, it undoubtedly happens after phase 3. The loss of hearing makes it difficult to communicate, some subjects opting for complete mutism, only communicating through written text. It is important to keep plenty of writing materials accessible for all subjects throughout this process, however it's imperative for phase 4. Almost all subjects at this point have gone on record that they wish they would not have left the fog, and that whatever The Laughter would've done to them has got to be better than this. The lack of proper sleep also seems to take a toll at this point, as sedation has no effect on the majority of subjects that make it this far.

Phase 5: Psychosis It is at this point that the minds of the subjects begin to truly wither. Without proper sleep, most seem to lose their grip on reality as a whole. Almost all have gone nonverbal at this phase and some have adapted self-destructive stimming habits to distract their minds from the laughing. Most have reported visual hallucinations at this phase, however that is likely attributed to the lack of sleep. One subject of note somehow obtained a knife, and began to destroy their auditory canals in an attempt to stop the laughing, however shortly after they had written in their own blood that it 'DIDN'T FUCKING WORK'. Since then it's imperative to keep all objects that can be potentially dangerous away from subjects past phase 1.

Stage 6: Self-Destruction Somehow it always manages to end the same for all who leave the fog. They always find a way somehow to end their own life, and some have gotten rather creative in very, very macabre ways. For the sake of brevity, and the sensibility of the reader, I will not elaborate. No subject to date has yet to get past this point.

The only way to stay safe from The Laughter is to take precautionary measures. Do not travel during heavy fog. Should you find yourself in heavy fog with no way to avoid it, do not approach any anthropomorphic objects. Take any means possible to get away. While travelling alone is ill advised generally, it is unknown if The Laughter will take on multiple victims at once. No subjects have reported being in a party, but given that we do not fully know what happens to those who fall victim, nor have a proper body count of The Laughter, then it is not outside the realm of possibility that an army of men would stand no chance. Should The Laughter appear near human settlements it is urgent to evacuate as quickly as possible in the opposing direction of the fog, however should there be no escape route or time to react, then it is advised to barricade all external doors, avoid windows, go to the most soundproofed room in the building, typically a basement, and pray that you can't hear them.

[unhappy-last-resort]

Ooooo but imagine!

Warnings: dying, "hallucinations"

The loud crunch of snow beneath your feet has long since drowned into a soft, almost distant sound. You wander blindly through an endless stream of constantly moving white, navigating the map by memory alone.

You estimate that your exoskeleton can provide heat for about six hours- given nothing else goes wrong.

You've long given up shouting for the team you landed with, as soon as the blizzard hit, comms went down and any signal from Babylonia was fuzzy at best. As long as you can find some small alcove somewhere to wait out the storm, you should be fine.

It's been three hours, your exoskeleton's battery has been halved, likely from you having to increase the heat. You found an alcove, a boulder that leaned in a way to protect you from the wind, but snow has started piling up and it's clear that if you fall asleep here, you will be buried.

You've also been hearing things since two hours ago. Chains rattling, someone singing, laughing. You need to find somewhere else to hunker down, preferably a place more covered than this with access to a heat source.

Maybe the cold is making you lose it, maybe you're about to die. You can't see, not just from the blizzard, but you can barely maintain consciousness anymore. You've started sending S.O.S. messages at random, praying someone will hear them.

Your auditory hallucinations have gotten worse. They're louder now, to the point it sounds like it's right next to you, and it keeps saying "come here". You don't know where "here" is, you barely know who "you" are anymore.

It hurts. It's cold. Your fingers hurt so much, moving them feels like cracking ice that's replaced your muscle. Something shoves you forward, or maybe you just fell, you don't know; you can barely bring yourself to care.

It's dark, wherever you are, and you can't hear the winds howl in your ears anymore.

"That took quite a long time." It's the voice again, have you heard it somewhere before? "I almost got bored, luckily you know not to drag out a scene for too long." There's a rattle of chains, like something's being pulled up and snapped into place.

Then, there's blurry mash that you think is a face. "-Though you almost did." It tilts it's head. "Almost dead?...Good."

You think you're being lifted onto something, there's the distinct metal creaking of a table, and the rattle of wheels. "Don't worry," The voice whispers next to you. "The next time you wake up, you won't feel cold anymore."

🍀 So, imagine a situation: skk is lost like a kitten and the only person seeing him is Roland for some convenient reason. It snowing, meaning it's cold, there is effectively no fuel to warm up but Roland's element is fire and he can. Literally be the only warm thing keeping skk alive. I'm not sayn anything. Just fantasize.

You say that and what first comes to mind is the fact that Roland is an ascendent and I realize he can control punishing output but I've always associated his fire element as part of the Punishing for him, even if there's only trace amounts in it.

So while the image you paint is cute (and I'm super grateful for the food), my mind immediately sees Roland with a [ch26 spoiler] skk. While Roland can control the virus output, unlike "Noan", there's still those traces of it if he uses his flames so it's just a fucking slow burn poisoning lmao

Roland offering (poisoned) warmth to a [ch26 spoiler] skk that doesn't have any memories and watching how this blank slate reacts during the limited time they have left.

Playing puppeteer and pulling strings of someone who looks like you just to imagine what could never be.

[blackbirdandbutterfly]

Answers, at long last...

For the past seven years, I have lived with persistent auditory hallucinations. Sometimes they roar, sometimes they whisper, but they're always there. When they first reared their ugly head, neither my doctor nor my psychiatrist took me very seriously. They blamed it on Borderline Personality Disorder. At the time I accepted it, because my own research supported the fact that sometimes people with BPD suffer from this.

But what people with BPD don't experience is voices telling them that they're the Devil's Whore, that someone has poisoned your well, that someone is hunting you down to kill you. They don't experience voices telling them to stop taking their medication, because it's poison. They don't experience voices telling them to flush their mother's medication (again, because poison). They don't experience voices telling them that they have to always keep moving, or else the person hunting them is going to find them and they and everyone they know is going to die. This is the sort of thing I've lived with for SEVEN. YEARS. And I was never taken seriously.

The only reason I managed to function for as long as I did was because I was lucid enough to know that they were hallucinations. I knew to ignore them. But whenever I go through periods of extreme stress, the voices get worse. Whether I listen to them or not, they're impossible to ignore. They say things that can be absolutely terrifying.

Less than a year ago, I ended up with a new primary care provider; a Nurse Practitioner. When I first told her about the voices, she was appalled that my previous doctors thought it was acceptable to just bring the voices down to a dull roar. When things started getting really bad again recently, this woman fought for me like no one else ever did. She got me the help I needed.

At long last, I'm getting diagnosed with what I knew I had - schizoaffective disorder. This means that I can actually get help when things get bad rather than just have an ineffective medication constantly increased. I have since been put on a new antipsychotic medication that manages my bipolar symptoms as well as psychosis. Since I've been on it, most days I don't hear the voices at all. Having peace and quiet in my mind after 7 years has been pure bliss. I'm finally starting to reconnect with the person I used to be. I missed that person, so damn much.

I'm so relieved to finally have answers. But I'm also really angry at the doctors who didn't take me seriously. Being diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder feels like the 21st century equivalent of being diagnosed with Hysteria. So far as they're concerned you're just a drama queen who doesn't know what's going on and you should never be taken seriously. I got that diagnosis nearly 15 years ago, and it was never really revisited despite me begging to be psychoanalyzed again.

To the Nurse Practitioner who fought for me - thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You're never going to read this, but I'm going to find some way to thank you properly. In the few months that I've known you, you have given me more help than doctors have in the past 10 years. You are truly my guardian angel, and I am so grateful for having met you.

Now that that's out of the way, I want to address what I've been posting. Lately I haven't felt much poetry brewing in me. I'm feeling disenchanted with love, and that has always been my main source of inspiration. It all came from my happy place...dreams of a man I was fully convinced I would meet one day. But the voices all pretended to be him. They destroyed him for me. Maybe some day I'll feel ready to write love poems again, but right now I'm focusing most of my creative energy on a novel: Loup Garou Detective Agency. I have been posting excerpts, but so far no one seems too interested. I could post full chapters if people want me to. If you're reading this, please take a look through the excerpts that I've posted and let me know what you think. If people are at all intrigued, I'll start posting full chapters starting from the beginning. I desperately want to get published this year, and maybe if I can generate enough interest here a publisher will actually think about picking it up.

I'm still going to try to post poetry once in a while. I'm just struggling to find a muse now that my Gentle Giant is lost to me. I miss him so damned much...but maybe he was a crutch that I needed to let go of, in order to heal. It doesn't feel that way though. I just feel like he was another source of joy that the voices stole from me. Maybe some day I'll find my way back to him...but right now thinking of him just makes me want to cry.

[chil2de]

in the night - oikawa tooru x reader

brb crying i forgot how much i loved writing for oikawa :( small mention of m/m for like two lines and all characters are aged up, enjoy!

prompt/req: ‘i offer you my bed to sleep in bc our respective roommates are getting it on in your room and take the sofa to sleep on only i wake up back in my bed with your body wrapped around me and damn me if it isn’t the cutest thing i’ve ever seen’ au

you stared up at the ceiling, the whole room had been tinted a fairy blue from the illuminated moonlight pouring in through the cracks of the window. a gentle yet pleasant breeze wracked your body- pecking small kisses at the ends of your limbs.

you felt the exhaustion ride over you like a wave, your endless lack of shuteye piling up all in one go.

you felt your eyelids grow heavy, your entire body weight increased twofold as you felt yourself sink into your mattress , bundling into the blankets like a cocoon. you lingered between a state of consciousness and slumber.

thump.

thump thump.

you screwed your eyes shut, flipping over onto your side. you nudged your face deeper into the pillow, attempting to cover your ears.

it was just a dream. you were dreaming.

squeak.

squeak squeak.

just an illusion. nothing more than a mere auditory hallucination.

“hinata”

you groaned in frustration, scrambling and knocking your hand into various things on your nightstand as you typed out a message half-asleep. you dragged yourself out of bed, landscape spinning as your gaze grew heavy.

you forced your feet along the floor, throwing your slippers on

“hello to you too kageyama, please take care of my roommate” you called out lazily, hearing them momentarily stop. you fumbled with the doorknob, sliding it open and stepping out.

you took a few steps down the corridor before you lifted your knuckles up, tapping twice then thrice on the apartment door.

you heard no response and mentally prepared yourself, holding in your breath.

well, he asked for it.

you jammed your thumb against the doorbell, cringing and flinching at the loud noise that erupted throughout the dead of the night.

you heard a loud groan of frustration and shuffling on the other side of the door, metal clinging and keys colliding as he unlocked the door.

“again?” oikawa stifled a yawn, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

he had some real nerve answering the door looking like that.

sleepy-eyed, half lidded gaze, bed head hair that stuck out in all directions yet looked undeniably fluffy, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from constant yawning. he leaned against the doorframe, wearing nothing but a pair of black training shorts. you outlined his toned chest, particularly the muscles ornating his abdomen, arms and thighs. you were too tired to complain and gave him a meek nod.

“i’ll take the sofa then” oikawa pointed out, beelining towards the sofa instantly. you closed the door behind you.

“eh? where do i sleep?”

“my bed? why, you have a thing for sleeping in bathtubs? i can arrange something for you if that’s what you want” he gazed at you, eyebrows creased in confusion like it was the most obvious thing for him to do.

“i’m not sleeping in a bathtub! i just don’t understand why you’d let me sleep in your bed”

“oh, (y/n)-chan, you’re really hurting my feelings out here.”

“seriously. take the bed before i change my mind” he groaned, screwing his eyes shut. you huffed, thanking him albeit quite sheepishly as you closed the door to his bedroom.

you climbed into his bed on the left side. it had a slight dip in the matress, you figured this was where he always slept.

oikawa’s bed, huh? it was sure comfortable and beat sleeping on a cramped couch.

you spread your arms and legs out like a star fish, your limbs never reaching the end of the bed.

you wondered why he let you.

was it because it was cold?

who knows.

nevertheless, you settled underneath the blankets, making yourself comfortable and fidgeting around until you found a position that suited to your tastes.

his bed sheets were soft, so soft. like literal clouds. you didn’t expect any different than for oikawa to have some sort of bed like they did at those high class hotels.

the pillow molded into the shape of your head, retaining the shape as you shifted. you felt your weight sink into the mattress, the warmth of the duvet and blankets enveloped you.

you could smell his cologne on the pillows.

it smelled like him so badly that it made your chest hurt.

you cuddled into the pillow, gripping onto it as you inhaled as much oxygen as you could- feeling his musky scent waft into your lungs.

it was probably what lulled you to sleep.

the soft chirping of birds outside was probably what caused oikawa to stir in his sleep. it could’ve been the small streak of light that slipped out from in between the curtains on the window

it could’ve been your soft snoring that emitted from deep within your chest.

shit, how did he even get here?

he wasn’t about to complain, not with the way you were clinging onto him. your torso was flushed against his, heartbeat steady and thrumming with an even pace. your hair was disheveled, sprawled out across the bed as your limbs were grabbing onto him. your arm was curled around his torso like a hug, your ankles and legs tangled with his.

oikawa let out a small chuckle from the depths of his chest, smirking as he tucked a stray strand of hair away from your face.

he gazed at your features, studying how your eyelashes curled at the ends. his gaze flickered to your lips for a moment.

he would’ve kissed you, but he rested his chin on the top of your head instead.

oikawa used his hand to support the back of your head as he repositioned you so that you leaned back with enough space that wouldn’t guarantee a sore neck when you woke up. he snaked his arm down to your waist, pulling you into him to reclaim the space that was lost for mere seconds. even then, he didn’t move. he kept his grip on you firm, he was careful not to startle you, yet full of affection.

you heard him inhale, showcasing the exact same habit you had last night. he could smell your shampoo and your perfume, as you could smell his cologne more now than ever.

you stirred, shifting up.

oikawa’s forehead rested against yours as his own eyes fluttered shut.

you both simultaneously pretended to be asleep.

[afraidofchange]

Toward the end of the war, just prior to and after Priority: Thessia, Shepard is on edge. 

For a woman once called ‘girl scout’ for all the proactive measures she took in helping the innocent and dealing with criminals, to aiding all colonists like herself, and to keeping the flicker of hope alive, Alice begins to struggle a few months into the war. 

Primarily, her addiction to alcohol rears its head again, after six months’ sobriety during her arrest and remand in Vancouver, used as a poor coping mechanism for untreated PTSD, disguised well and not interfering with her duties. She occasionally also, sneaks away for a stress smoke, typically while on the Citadel or elsewhere that no one from her crew will find her. 

After encountering Leviathan on 2182 Despoina weeks later, shortly after saving Miranda from Sanctuary, Shepard suffers from barometric ear trauma as well as a brain bleed and requires surgery. The remnants of reaper tech left in her body from the battle of the Citadel with Saren begin to affect her day to day life, especially after being in close proximity to the reapers themselves, creating auditory hallucinations. This also increases her alcohol consumption in her off-duty hours, leading to little, fitful sleep and often, dehydration and headaches. 

She begins to look excruciatingly haggard around this time, which is, in part, why Adm. Hackett enforces a mandatory shore leave for Shepard and her crew. Deep down, he fears she’ll be liable to make mistakes running on fumes like this. But, even during the entire mission with regards to Brooks and her clone, she isn’t quite right. But, like always, Alice puts on a smile for her crewmen, her friends and family. She has to - if she falls, they’ll all fail. 

In this time frame also, Shepard has often been seen on edge and, shockingly, despite her usual temperament (as in, a cold quiet anger), she is seen as visibly agitated and irritable when under duress. When normally, she opts for the diplomatic approach, depending on the circumstance, she make react with anger - like with Admiral Garrel after he set fire to the geth dreadnaught - she stormed in and hit him out of anger for nearly having them killed. She also loses her temper with Joker after Thessia for his comments. Additionally, Shepard has lost all patience with the Illusive Man and Kai Leng, going routes she normally would not have otherwise when conversing with them. 

By the end of the war, Shepard feels as if she’s losing her mind, like Atlas burdening the weight of the world on her shoulders, crumbling from within. She gives it her all, and cares little if she dies - because at least then, she can finally rest. 

[whumpfish]

I also features psychosis, whereas II doesn't. (My diagnosis was changed from II to I after my first psychotic episode, and it was explained to me by doctors that this was the distinction, but this was in 2000 and obviously shit's evolved since.)

My first psychotic episode happened at 16. I was in the shower and I heard muffled voices and assumed my aunt and uncle had come to visit and were talking to my mom. Then I started listening to what was being said, and realized that I was hearing my thoughts on the outside instead of inside. This scared the absolute shit out of me, and I got out of the shower shaking and freaking out, and when we went to my psychiatrist the next day, my diagnosis was changed to I and I was put on seroquel, which I still take today.

I should have been hospitalized at least 1 night after this for observation, but my first serious shrink was godawful at her job and didn't send me in. My mom had to take care of the observation stage, which is insane.

Because I received no immediate guidance in the wake of my first psychotic episode, I spent the next couple decades of my life fucking terrified that I might suffer auditory hallucinations again. I did suffer tactile hallucinations, and I tell you what, now that the auditories have started up again as my overall health tanked because of my ME/CFS... they're so much less of a problem than the tactile ones.

It's annoying to have to ask my mom if she left her alarm radio on or if there is in fact a loud party happening next door, but given my raging entomophobia, so much better than feeling bugs crawling on me. A quick but inconvenient double check beats the hell out of laying awake slapping invisible insects til 5 in the morning.

Seroquel can have some weird side effects, and one of them is temperature dysregulation. I am basically a reptile, if I get hot, I cannot cool down unless I drink a ton of water and go in the bathroom to take my clothes off for a sec; if I get cold, I stay freezing until I can run my extremities under hot water. Not the worst thing that could happen, but super inconvenient. Because of this, my current doctor has me on a sliding scale with the dosage. Rather than staying 500mg all year, I'm on 300 during my baseline months and increase by 100mg increments as the noise increases during my cycles, which makes me less of a reptile whenever possible.

If there's one thing I could tell someone going through the first presentation of I, it would be that hallucinations are ultimately a nuisance. They don't mean that you're going to turn violent, or hurt people, or lose your overall grip on reality. They don't make you less human. They don't make you scary or dangerous or bad.

It's an impairment, like any physical one would be. If it's acceptable for a blind person to ask a friend to read a menu for them, or for a deaf or HoH person to need closed captions, it's all right for you to ask someone you trust if they hear that noise too.

I would also mention that the predisposition to shopping addiction is no joke. I thought I would never become addicted to anything because my meds prevent me from engaging in recreational drugs/excessive alcohol use, but the manic overspending ("Wheeee! All the fun things!") and depressive overspending ("Life sucks, I need this fun thing to cheer me up. And that fun thing. And that fun thing. And that fun thing. And...") is an actual addiction, and can be as ruinous as alcohol if you don't keep a close eye on it. The hack I have developed for myself might not work for everyone, but I figure it's worth sharing: when I get the Urge, I go on Amazon or etsy or Alice's, anywhere with a save for later button, put everything I like in my cart, and one by one save it all for later--but because I hit "checkout," my brain thinks I bought it, and it will shut the fuck up about Needing Something New for a while.

Hello there!

When you have the spoons, could you give me a beginners guide to bipolar and what the differences are between types 1 & 2? Dont worry, Im not holding you to some scientific or doctorate level of information. More like... what are things you wish you knew or understood about the diagnoses sooner?

Hi! Ok I hope it's ok if this will be long...

For context I've been diagnosed with bipolar disorder 7 times by different psychiatrists/hospitals, the most recent one changing it to schizoaffective bipolar. What I'll say is my own experience (an experience that is also shared by others I know)

I don't know what I would say as a beginners guide... I guess it's important to start by knowing bipolar isn't being sad sometimes and happy sometimes. Bipolar is a pattern of alternating between 2 mood states: depression and mania (or hypomania) each state encapsulating a host of symptoms.

As far as type 1 vs type 2... The difference between the two lies in the mania. Bipolar 2 has hypomania and Bipolar 1 has mania. Both have depression. the depression in both types can be severe and the severity of the depression does not indicate type 1 or 2.

Hypomania is a less impairing version of mania, but it still has a specific set of symptoms and criteria that make it different from just a "good mood". Both hypomania and mania are abnormal states.

Mania is going to be disruptive, impairs functioning, usually causes damage, and can often lead to hospitalization. It's not uncommon for mania to have psychosis with it.

They can both have increased energy and restlessness, racing thoughts, distractibility, pressured speech, grandiosity, feeling overly energetic despite a couple hours or no sleep, irritability, and aggression.

But the easiest way for me to explain is to re-create the scenario.

Hypomania: Getting 1 hour of sleep and still feeling energized, wanting to be active at all hours. Going on a $300 shopping trip I can't really afford. Feeling like everything is brighter, music is alive, and I'm the best artist. Getting kinda snippy. Cleaning the whole house and volunteering to clean other people's houses.

Mania: zero sleep for 48 or 72 hours at a time, not being able to stop moving, feeling on fire and as if I might explode if I ever stop. Spending thousands a.k.a. my entire savings on odd things like duplicates of the same items. Scratching myself bloody because my skin hurts, crying and laughing at the same time. I start tasks and abandon them as soon as I start, leaving a mess. Music becomes an obsession, the lyrics are speaking to me and telling me to do things. Everyone is mocking me. Anger outbursts, violent at times, including road rage incidents.

Both of these end abruptly and plummet into severe depression.

I don't know what I wish I knew... I guess I wish I knew how hard it would be to manage it. Having to keep everything in my life stable in order to keep myself stable. I thought if I just had the right pill I'd go back to "normal".

I also wish I'd known if you have mania you can't "pump the brakes". I kept trying to trigger hypomania in myself thinking I could accomplish so much. But in reality I would hit mania and accomplish nothing. I just spin my wheels, become a volcano, and everything falls apart. I still fall for it sometimes though.

I hope that's somewhat helpful.

[zen-unknown]

Introducing Medieval!Zen (or Witch!Zen i guess?)

She is a nature based witch who increases her lifespan by luring unsuspecting victims into her forest and stealing their souls. however, she has saved up quite a few souls at this point and is more interested in messing with her victims rather than killing them or stealing their souls. she is a few thousand years old, and has another few hundred to go before she needs to gather souls again.

She currently lives in the “cursed woods”, which got it’s reputation after she tormented almost everyone who entered and sometimes even drove them insane with her tricks, some of them never even made it out. She basically made anyone who entered become completely lost, and then messed with them for a solid few weeks before letting them leave. the ones that don’t leave are kept as slaves/servants (this is thanks to a poison she puts in them. the information for this poison is in the fun facts section of this post).

When she get’s bored of the forest she travels to the town outside her forest and works under the guise of a traveling herbalist/apothecary. Her fake identity is famous for being able to cure almost anything with her remedies. When she is doing this, she is also 100% willing to make poison's and potions for the right price. in reality, she doesn’t actually care about what she get’s in return, but she might as well get some money or something out of is. She just wants to see the chaos and trouble that follows. she would also give make the wrong mixture if she was feeling extra cheeky, or if her client is being an ass.

When she’s not being a complete sadist she is more of an observer. She would much rather watch something play out than actively participate. at most she will throw in an oddball to spice things up but she is more interested in seeing peoples reactions to challenging situations. It’s all very interesting and entertaining to her.

Thanks to her long life and general sadistic nature, she is extremely apathetic and takes very little seriously. she’s been around long enough and grown strong enough that it is rare for her to ever be in any real danger. Knowing this, she has no problem pissing people off and poking their buttons. getting them to the point of attacking is sometimes even her goal, for the sake of simply satisfying her curiosity and boredom.

Her powers include:

Growing any plant from any surface she wants, as well as her own body

Controlling a plant’s movements, shape, and size, even if she didn’t grow them

She can communicate basic messages, feelings, or desires to animals, and they act docile around her. it depends on how she treats them whether or not they respond positively to her influence

she is immune to basically all poisons and toxins thanks to working with and being around so many dangerous plants for so long

as a witch, she has decent resistance to common magic. for example, she can’t be charmed or manipulated by magic, and magic based attacks have less of an impact on her. this is also thanks to her age and experience

she can sense if there is something inhuman or magical nearby. this includes creatures, weapons, potions, and naturally magical areas. this means that if something isn’t a human or animal, or if something has been cursed or blessed, she will know. she will also have a general understanding of what it is exactly.

she can steal the soul of any living creature once she weakens them enough, and use their soul to extend her life. the stronger, older, and more magical her victim is, the longer her lifespan is extended. for example, a full grown stag would give her 3 to 4 years at most, while an adult human would give her around 20-30 years. a magical creature, depending on it’s age, species, and power levels, could give her anywhere between 50 to 200 years. So in short, she’s had to collect A LOT of souls to live this long and still have a few hundred to go. if she was to be “killed” she would simply loose one of the souls at random.

Fun Facts:

her favorite flower is Angels Trumpets, or Brugmansia. Despite it’s name a appearance, the seeds are extremely poisonous and if ingested, will cause the victim to experience symptoms that include, but are not limited to: confusion, tremors, migraines, poor coordination, delusions, auditory and visual hallucinations, and insanity. this is what she mainly uses to trap and torment her victims. if she’s feeling really evil, she will plant one of these seeds in her victims body and infuse it with her magic, making them basically her own zombie slaves. (yes this is a real flower, and yes it is my favorite flower irl)

She has an entire garden at her home in the forest full of toxic and poisonous plants. she makes her zombified victims take care of it, and sometimes tests different plants and mixtures on them.

the orange and pink roses in her hair are a flower of her own creation, born from her soul. it can not be grown by anyone but her, and it is in these flowers that she stores stolen souls. they cannot be trimmed or picked by anyone but her, and they can only grow from her body.

if you had to assign her an alignment, it would be neutral evil

She has two names. Zen is her birth name, and is what she typically goes by. Her witch name/title is Karma.

Now, despite all this stuff, she is currently rather passive. she has all the souls and servants she needs and is not acting on her more sadistic tendencies. if she doesn’t find you interesting, she will basically ignore your existence. if you catch her attention, she might pull some pranks and push your buttons, but it would take a lot for her to go full on evil witch mode. just don’t piss her off and you’ll make it out relatively unscathed.

If you couldn’t tell, I had a LOT of fun making this one. I REALLY LOVE THIS TYPE OF THING IF YOU HAVEN’T GUESSED YET. And I’m still working on a backstory so maybe more to come? Idk but I hope you found this interesting if you read the whole thing!