#⠀⠀Disorder⠀⠀𓈒

[judgmentbytheh0unds]

you. you made me out to be something special, your prized possession, your protégé, and i trusted you with the deepest parts in my mind.

you just left me like everybody else.

i’ll forever wait for you to return with my collar still intact, じま.

[nolovelingers]

PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME ⋆ ˚｡ ୨୧ steven grant

⋆ ★ a desperate, emotionally charged steven, who is not ready to let go of you after you decide to leave him, realizing he's been hiding many secrets — short blurb !!

cw ᝰ.ᐟ use of y/n ,, gender neutral reader ,, sfw ,, angst ,, break up ,, desperate steven

(y/n) stood in the small hallway, their heart pounding in their chest as they gazed at the neatly packed suitcases by the door. they had been living with steven for nearly a year now, and while the beginning had been a whirlwind of excitement, the novelty had long since worn off. beneath the surface, a gnawing sense of unease had taken root, growing stronger with each passing week.

it wasn't until recently that (y/n) had begun to realize the true extent of steven's secrets. at first, you had brushed off the odd comments and strange behavior as quirks, the result of a stressful job at the art gallery. but as the months went by, the cracks in his facade became impossible to ignore.

late night phone calls in a language you didn't understand, whispered arguments with an unseen presence, and the occasional lapses in memory that left him disoriented and confused, even acting like a completely different person at times. (y/n) had tried to be patient, to give him the time and space he needed to open up to them. but as the months went by and the secrets only seemed to multiply, they knew that they could no longer go on living in the dark.

just as you were about to make your way to the bedroom to confront him, steven appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and fear. he looked disheveled, probably haven just woken up, his hair a mess of tangled curls, and his shirt partially unbuttoned, exposing a glimpse of his toned chest.

"right, what’s this then?" he asked, his voice tight with anxiety as his gaze flicked from your face to the packed suitcases. "youre not leaving, are you?" there was still an edge of playfulness in his voice, like he was trying to diffuse the situation.

there was a beat. a second of stilled silence filling the air like static as you took a moment to compose yourself. only then did he realize this was no joking matter.

"i can't do this anymore, steven," your voice was soft, trembling with a cocktail of sadness and frustration. "not when you're still hiding so many secrets from me."

stevens brow furrowed, and he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to grasp your arm. his fingers were warm and gentle, a pleading resonating in his eyes. "wha’dya’mean, love? what secrets?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch as the realization of what was happening began to sink in.

you pulled away from his touch, unable to bear the weight of the lies that still lingered between them. "don’t play dumb," you said, voice hardening with a mix of anger and sadness. "you know exactly what i mean." you shook your head, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over.

steven's face paled, and he leaned against the wall for support, his body trembling slightly as he tried to process your words.

"(y/n), I... I don't know what you're talking about," he said, but there was a hollow quality to his voice, a sense of desperation that belied his words.

your heart clenched at the anguish in his eyes, the raw desperation that clung to his words like a second skin. you wanted to reach out, to pull him close and promise that everything would be alright, that you would never leave his side. but the weight of his secrets, the knowledge that he could never truly be open with you, held you back.

taking a step closer to him, your eyes searching his face, seeing the fear, the panic that gripped him like a vice.

"I've tried to be patient, I've tried to give you the time and space you needed to open up to me. But it's been nearly a year, and nothing has changed."

your voice rose with each word, the emotion you had been holding back for so long pouring out like a flood. you could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, the ache in your chest growing more intense with each passing second.

"i love you, stevie. god knows I do. but I can't be with someone who won't let me in."

you paused, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to steady yourself. you knew that the next words you spoke would change everything.

"im breaking up with you. im sorry”

“no…”

desperation, raw and all-consuming, gripped steven like a merciless tide. It crashed over him in waves, threatening to drown him in its icy depths. his heart raced, pounding against his ribcage like a caged animal desperate to break free. the blood rushed to his ears, a deafening roar that drowned out the sound of your voice, your words lost in the cacophony of his own panicked thoughts.

fear, primordial and bone-deep, coiled around his spine like a serpent. it squeezed the air from his lungs, leaving him gasping, his chest heaving with the effort of drawing breath. the terror of losing you, of watching you walk out of his life and out of his reach, filled him with a horrifying clarity.

stevens mind reeled, a whirlwind of fragmented thoughts and half-remembered memories. the weight of his secrets pressed down on him, a physical burden that threatened to crush him beneath its immensity. the truth of his fractured psyche, the ancient curse that bound him to the will of a long-dead god, clawed at the edges of his consciousness, desperate to be unleashed.

a flicker of defiance sparked to life in the depths of his eyes. It was a stubborn, unyielding flame that refused to be extinguished, no matter how hard the tide of emotion threatened to snuff it out. he let out a dry, bitter laugh. shaking his head like he was trying to convince himself this was all fake. “no…” he repeated.

steven reached out to you, his hand outstretched and trembling, his fingers aching to feel the softness of your skin against his own. he tried to speak, to form the words that would keep you by his side, but his throat constricted, the muscles seizing up in a spasm of fear and desperation.

"love, please," he choked out, his voice a broken, jagged thing. "please, don't say a thing like that. lets not be rash.”

“steven…” you try to object, but he cuts you off, seemingly in denial.

steven stumbled forward, closing the distance between them in a desperate lunge. his hands gripped your shoulder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arms as he clung to you like a man drowning and you were his only hope of salvation.

"im begging you," he rasped, his voice ragged and hoarse with emotion. "please, don't go."

he paused, swallowing hard as he fought to regain some semblance of control. but the panic was winning, the terror of a life without you clawing at his insides like a wild beast.

"i know ive been a right bastard, keeping things from you. but it's not because i don't trust you. im terrified of losing you."

his breath hitched in his throat, a sob threatening to tear its way free. he blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears that burned behind his eyelids, but it was a losing battle. they spilled down his cheeks in hot, stinging rivulets, cutting trails through the stubble on his jaw.

his head dropped to your shoulder, his face burying itself in the warm, soft crook of your neck. his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against him, as if he could somehow fuse your bodies together and keep you from leaving him. the desperate, broken plea spilled from his lips like a prayer.

"you can't bloody do this to me," he gasped out between shuddering breaths, his voice muffled against your skin. "pleasepleasepleaseplease. dont do this to me. im begging you, love, im bloody begging you."

his tears soaked into the fabric of your shirt, leaving damp patches that spread like spilled ink on parchment. the heat of his breath, ragged and desperate, seared the sensitive skin on your neck, raising goosebumps in its wake. his fingers tangled in the silky strands of your hair, fisting the locks gently and using them to anchor himself to you.

"you’re the only thing that keeps me sane. without you, im lost. nothing. i’ll bloody fall apart, (y/n). i swear i will." he choked out, the words vibrating against your collarbone.

stevens body shook with the force of his emotion, the vibrations racking his lean frame.

despite his fervent pleas and the desperate, almost violent way he clung to you, (y/n) remained unmoved. your expression softened with sympathy and regret, but the resolve in your eyes never wavered. you could feel the hammering of his heart against your chest, the tremors that wracked his lean, muscular frame. yet, you could not bring yourself to succumb to his pleas, not when you knew the truth of what lay beneath the surface.

gently but firmly you pried at his fingers, unwrapping his arms from around your waist. you eased his head back from your shoulder, cupping his face in your hands. his eyes were wild, the irises nearly swallowed by the black of his dilated pupils. tears clung to his long, dark lashes, and his cheeks were flushed a blotchy, agonized red. the sight of him reduced to this desperate, begging wreck, made your heart ache with a sorrow that threatened to consume you.

still, you held fast to your decision. you couldn't build a life with a man who kept you in the dark.

as you spoke, your voice was soft but unwavering, a gentle but unyielding reminder of the boundaries you had to maintain. "im sorry, steven."

you brushed a tear from his cheek with your thumb, a tender, almost loving gesture. but really it was a farewell caress and steven could tell by the lingering of your touch.

he shuddered as your thumb brushed away a tear, leaning into the tender touch like a flower turning towards the sun. his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a pained expression flickering across his face as he registered the unspoken goodbye hidden beneath the gentle gesture. a stronger sense of desperation surged through him.

his hands flew up to grasp your wrists, his fingers curling around them, touch soft as ever, careful not to hurt or scare you. he pulled you closer, as if he could make you a part of his very being. all the while, he shook his head in violent negation, dark curls whipping around his face as he repeated the word like a mantra.

"no, no, no," he gasped out, his voice raw and ragged. "no, sweetheart, please. dont say it like that. please dont say it in that tone."

hysteria edged his words, a thread of madness that spoke of a man teetering on the brink of a abyss. his eyes, when they opened, were wild and haunted.

"I swear, if you walk out that door... if you leave me..." he paused, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. his eyes bored into yours with a intensity that bordered on manic."...I'll be on your doorstep every damn day, begging you to take me back.”

a part of you wanted to give in, to take pity on his anguish and promise to stay, if only to spare him this agony.

but as you gazed into his eyes, seeing the secrets that lurked beneath the surface, you knew you could not. you had to be strong. to leave now.

drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, and straightening your shoulders, you shook your head slowly, as you spoke with a quiet but unwavering certainty.

"no, baby. no more." your voice was low, almost gentle, but with a steely undercurrent that brooked no argument. you took another step back, putting more distance between the two of you, as if physically severing the invisible bonds that had once tied you together.

"I love you." he tried, taking a step closer as you take a step back. you sigh, realizing hes unbudging, and continue to walk towards the door.

“i know.”

he stood frozen, watching helplessly as (y/n) took a final step back, then turned away from him. he opened his mouth to call out to you again, but the words died in his throat as the door clicked shut behind you. the sound an oppressive silence inside the flat, a grim reminder of the events unfolded.

steven stared at the closed door, his heart pounding a unsteady rhythm against his ribs. a part of him wanted to run after you, to throw open the door and beg and plead until you had no choice but to listen. but he remained rooted to the spot, held back by a grim realization. you had made your choice,

and it wasn't him.

` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : me after falling off the edge of the planet with writers block and not writing for an entire year then suddenly my reboot card got picked up and i have inspo again hiiii

started 1.14.2025. finished 1.14.2025.

©️ nolovelingers 2025

[ffawnkit]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀disordered  eating  reg ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀coined by @ffawnkit 𓈒

  a flag for regressors who struggle with eating disorder(s) or patterns of   disordered eating𓈒 whether one regresses due to these struggles, they   carry over into regression, or one's regression is affected in any way by   one's disorder or disordered tendencies, anybody who suffers from an   eating disorder or patterns of disordered eating may use and interpret   this flag as so desired𓈒 the colors are based around those generally   associated with eating disorder awareness𓈒 

   this flag is free to use by anybody with credit𓈒 with that being said i ask    that pro―ed blogs do not interact with this post and that ed―centered   blogs do not interact directly although outside/private use is permitted   (on prns.cc and sites of that nature for example) with proper credit𓈒 do   not repost, use without credit, or claim as your own𓈒 feel free to tag me   in edits/creations𓈒 tagging @bunnelbaby for archiving𓈒 plain text under   cut!

PT:   disordered eating reg   coined by @ffawnkit

a flag for regressors who struggle with eating disorder(s) or patterns of disordered eating. whether one regresses due to these struggles, they carry over into regression, or one's regression is affected in any way by one's disorder or disordered tendencies, anybody who suffers from an eating disorder or patterns of disordered eating may use and interpret this flag as so desired. the colors are based around those generally associated with eating disorder awareness.

this flag is free to use by anybody with credit. with that being said i ask that pro―ed blogs do not interact with this post and that ed―centered blogs do not interact directly although outside/private use is permitted (on prns.cc and sites of that nature for example) with proper credit. do not repost, use without credit, or claim as your own. feel free to tag me in edits/creations. tagging @bunnelbaby for archiving. plain text under cut!

[doefrilled]

   𓂃 ͜    Ⳋ ✟ 𓏲    ͜ 𓂃    hpdallion / histriallion

an allion term for when one's orientation is affected by their HPD, their orientation and HPD are intertwined, or they feel like their orientation can only be understood through the lens of someone with HPD.

this flag is not for those who identify as "transabled" or "transHPD"

[PT:

HPDallion / histriallion

An allion term for when one's orientation is affected by their HPD, their orientation and HPD are intertwined, or they feel like their orientation can only be understood through the lens of someone with HPD. /end PT.]

[sematarygirls]

guys, i'm trying so hard to interact with more blogs that i like to, like, form connections and friends on here, but i'm so scared that i come off as weird or off putting or annoying

[yansaint]

guys i really want coffee right now :( and for bunni to come back. hehehe :3 ♡

[tradedforwar]

I have the strongest urge to cut our wrist. I crave for the stinging sensation, the dark red blood that drips down upon my wrists. It’s so sweet and painful, isn’t it?

Watch me bruise and cut myself, watch me.

# 🐕‍🦺𓈒 ┈┈ parts

[i43tv]

when an alter frontz 4 more than a week our head startz 2 hurt a lot ,,,, except the problem is we don't switch rapidly n itz common 4 us 2 front 4 weekz at a time so OUR HEAD ALWAYS HURTZ REGARDLESS ......???????

[clumsycute]

if yuu suddenly got an influx of follows from @menherakurumi its because shy is going on this main for a bit because beings from hyr usual main are causing hyr anxiety ^_^'

[aspdboy]

"Transableds" are so fucking weird. Wanting to have a disorder to seem special is one thing, trying to 'transition' to have a disorder is extremely strange. Ahh look at me I'm transabled I promote ableist sterotypes and fake disorders !!

Having ASPD and BPD and seeing people be “transASPD and tranBPD” hurts me so much.

Cluster B disorders are incredibly stigmatised, having a lack of empathy is “dangerous” moon swings makes you “scary” having intrusive thoughts makes you “evil” in the eyes of society and people who are transASPD and transBPD will never understand how hard it is to be cluster B.

Even when ignoring how society views us, ASPD and BPD are awful, constantly being afraid of everyone leaving you, wanting to hurt yourself 24/7, your mood being erratic and unpredictable, being constantly only worsening the desire to SH, not understanding and not even caring about how people fear is scary to yourself.

I literally got told I am worth less than a dog because of my disorders.

Fuck transableds and fuck ableists.

[souljahwwitch]

THE BOYS, THE GIRLS, THEY ALL LIKE CARMEN! min ho x reader 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ the reader is carmen.

WARNINGS: mentions of an eating disorder (reader), angsty, implied that reader is labeled prettiest girl in school (because ya’ll are <3) , fluffy, ooc min ho

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ this wasn’t supposed to happen, people weren’t supposed to know about your eating disorder. it was a curse enough that they gave you the stupid label “prettiest girl in the school”, you didn’t need more people bothering you—you didn’t need people knowing your deepest secrets because of a dumb page called ‘@kissgossips’ it was humiliating, people were whispering while you walked down the hall, looking at you with pity—and of course—admiration, how couldn’t they?

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ you felt your head spin as you hurriedly opened the door of the janitor’s closet, breathing heavily as you tried to collect yourself, you wanted to rip your hair out—who could find out, and why spread it?

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ you felt tears trickle down your cheeks as you sat on the washing machine, burying your face in your palms as you tried to collect yourself, and that’s when you heard the door open

“not you-“ you sniffled as you watched min ho open the door, approaching you softly like you’re a deer in headlights

“are you-“ he started and you quickly mumbled with a sarcastic smile “no.”

“yeah, stupid question.” he mumbled and you just nodded, not trusting your voice enough.

“you don’t have to hold it in. not with me.” he said, looking at you, his same cocky smirk you always knew, but kind eyes

“you’re not gonna let me live it down if i don’t.” you said, voice shaky as you slightly giggled

“this is different though.”

“how so?”

“you’re actually hurt.”

“yeah, well…you’ve seen it too, i assume?” you ask quietly and he nods, not saying anything—and at that you tried so hard not to seem weak, especially not in front of min ho, the person you hated…no- disliked the most.

you couldn’t hold it in as tear’s prickled in your eyes again, soon enough the tears were flowing quietly as you hiccuped, and he pulled you into him, stroking your hair

“you’re fine, angel. s’not your fault.” he whispered softly as your hands gripped his back

“why are you so-so nice all of the sudden?” you whimpered and he looked slightly surprised

“you annoy me, so fucking much—but i don’t hate you, i couldn’t hate you even if i tried to.”

short one! i just wanted to say, i struggled with anorexia—it was so hard mentally and physically, so if anyone needs someone to talk to about this, or any problem really, feel free to send me a message <3

[birkinlabs]

. . . HE HAS CREATED A NEW VIRUS !

☆ WOUNDED DOG 𓈒 a flag for those seen as too anxious/shy, and often don't speak/try new things at all. this could be due to asd, and anxiety disorder or some form of trauma.

again, this flag is not and will not be used to bully/belittle anyone.

no spoons for id - help appreciated

[oneeyedbastardd]

𓉸 𓈒 PARASITE

made for those who are considered "parasitic" in nature because of their disorder or reclaim the term "parasite"

made by a malignant narcissist with cluster B's in mind, but anyone can use, somewhat inspired by this post

very self indulgent, flag by me

[thehydraethereal]

Hello, I just recently discovered your blog and oh my! Your works are so amazing! I think you are a fantastic writer,keep it up!

I was thinking maybe you could write a Rafe C. fic based on the prompt number 1.(Wiping off droplets of your blood from the floor, knowing he hates the mess.) i think that prompt has strong Rafe vibes. Maybe he hurt reader so bad and she's trying not to anger him even more so she cleans the mess or maybe he made her clean it(threatened he will hurt her even more)

It is completely okay if you can't or won't write it please do not feel pressured

‧𓍢ִ໋ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒

girlfriend.ᐟreader && dark.ᐟrafe cameron

CONTENT WARNING(S)

You widen your eyes at the crimson droplets that stain the cold, golden veined marble. The polished surface mirrors your tearful eyes and, right under the right one, a deep cut is adorning your cheekbone.

You haven't even realized you were bleeding, the flesh of your face feels numb.

"Shit!", Rafe yells, and the awfully loud sound makes your whole body jump. He shakes his hand in pain, knuckles visibly reddened, and his rings are slightly pink from the blood of your wound.

Mindlessly, you try to crawl further from Rafe, which is now cursing out loud at you. "Why do you always make me be like this? You're supposed to shut the fuck up and be by my side!", he growls, lip twitching in disgust as he looks down at you. "But no, you had to play the good samaritan."

He is angry at you that you were on Sarah's side. Your heart broke when you heard Rafe, your boyfriend, tried to literally drown her, so, of course you had to say something to him, you had to confront him. And, of course, that would get you all bloodied and bruised.

"God...", Rafe grunts, wiping at his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Great, now I look like i'm the bad fuckin' guy again, huh?".

You flinch at his words, a stray tear running down on your throbbing cheek again.

His eyes shoot up at you, his wild gaze now stern and fixed on your shaky being. His gaze freezes the blood in your veins. Rafe was always unpredictable and that makes his disorders of behavior even worse and more terrifying.

Your whole body tenses, not knowing what to expect next. But instead of approaching you, Rafe's eyes dart towards the floor and you can see his brows furrowing. Pit settles in your stomach as you realize his eyes have fallen on the blood. Your blood.

"C'mhere...", he commands and you whimper, shaking your head. "Come. Here.", Rafe repeats and you slowly crawl towards his feet.

Your eyes raise and catch your boyfriend flaring his nostrils. His hand fists in your and you cry out. "That’s your fault.", he growls, nodding his head towads the stain of crimson liquid. "So, if I step in fuckin' blood, I'll make sure there's more of it pretty fast.", he finishes, releasing your hair with a disgusted push.

"Clean that shit up.", Rafe finishes, walking outside. You wipe the blood away with your sleeve, watching the color spread on the soft, clean fabric.

MY NOTES: thank you for the encouragement, you genuinely do not know how much your words mean to me, nonnie. I love you sm! Hope you enjoy this and thank u for requesting

[luvrinne]

୭ SOME BOOKS THAT RORY GILMORE READ ׂ  𓈒

— 1984 by Orwell George

nineteen eighty-four by George Orwell is a dystopian novel that portrays a totalitarian society where personal freedom is non-existent. It warns against the dangers of totalitarian power, surveillance, propaganda, and thought control, in a powerful critique of modern society.

— atonement by Ian McEwan

atonement by Ian McEwan is a gripping novel that delves into the complexities of guilt, redemption, and the power of storytelling. Set in England during World War II, it follows the lives of three characters whose fates become intertwined after a tragic misunderstanding.

— the bell jar by Sylvia Plath

the bell jar details the life of Esther Greenwood, a college student who dreams of becoming a poet. She is selected for a month-long summer internship as a guest editor of Ladies' Day magazine, but her time in New York City is unfulfilling as she struggles with issues of identity and societal norms.

— christine by Stephen King

christine tells the story of a car apparently possessed by malevolent supernatural forces. A love triangle involving 17-year-old misfit Arnie Cunningham, his new girlfriend and a haunted 1958 Plymouth Fury. Dubbed Christine by her previous owner, Arnie's first car is jealous, possessive and deadly.

— the virgin suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

the story, which is set in Grosse Pointe, Michigan during the 1970s, centers on the lives of five doomed sisters, the Lisbon girls. The novel is written in first person plural from the perspective of an anonymous group of teenage boys who struggle to find an explanation for the Lisbons' deaths.

— to kill a mockingbird by Harper Lee

to kill a mockingbird is a coming-of-age story about a girl named Scout. Scout and her brother Jem try to understand and relate to their father, Atticus, who is a lawyer charged with defending a Black man falsely accused of raping a white woman.

— sybil by Flora Rheta Schereiber

sybil is a gripping true story about a woman with multiple personality disorder. Written by Flora Rheta Schreiber, the book delves into the life of Sybil Dorsett and her 16 distinct personalities, as well as the therapy sessions with her psychiatrist, Dr. Cornelia B. Wilbur.

— pride and prejudice by Jane Austen

pride and prejudice follows the turbulent relationship between Elizabeth Bennet, the daughter of a country gentleman, and Fitzwilliam Darcy, a rich aristocratic landowner. They must overcome the titular sins of pride and prejudice in order to fall in love and marry.

@ luvrinne

[yansaint]

i miss her、 they’ve been gone for so long :(