#cw breakdown

[blackdreamsoftruth]

I've been in bed! For hours! Chest hurts too much!!! It's burning and bad and I wanna get Red, but I don't want to worry him or be a burden! But it hurts! Alot! But I've hurt worse, so I'm fine, but I'm also not fine, and it's confusing, and I don't like this and- and I want Red! I want him so much, but I'm just gonna annoy him so its not worth it, s-since im not really worth h-his time since he's the champion, and the dexholder! I- I d-don't wanna bother him- h-he's just m-my senior, right? B-But I don't wanna kesp hurting a-and burning either-

[kitakami-zorua-kin]

i - i'm so sorry - i didn't - i didn't know i'm sorry i - i should've - should've been there - i care i do i'm sorry - i didn't know - not again please i'm sorry not again i can't - i'm sos orry i should've been there i'm sorry i didn't know i would''ve been there if i knew i would've i'm so sorry i didn't know- rus? shit - rus, bud, you alright?! i - i'm sorry so sorry i didn't know not again they never should've fished me out i can't help anyone should've juhst left me in the sea- i'ms sorry i didn't know i care i do i'm so sorry i- i can't do it again i can't do the fucking kitakami trip again please i'm so sorry i'll be there next time i swear- fuck

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[ Valentino ]

"Angie, I swear to Satan--"

Both of his lower hands slammed hard into his desk as he pitched himself over it with a snarl, his eyes narrowed and his upper lip rippling with a growl. Clenching his upper hands into fists, he glanced down, grabbing a full crystal ashtray off the wood. It scraped against it audibly before suddenly being hurled across the room.

It didn't miss, necessarily, and it covered the epoxy floor in cigarette butts and ashes, but at least Angel's head didn't have a new dent in it. The ashtray smashed into the wall behind him, and he bared his teeth in an angrier snarl.

"You get your tightly wound ass over here before I have to go over there and get you. You do not want me to have to come get you."

Whatever had set him off really set a tantrum to going full-speed, and he didn't seem to care or notice if he'd been wrong. His assumption had been correct, even if it wasn't a fact, and he was right. Angel was going to leave him. He was right. There was no other explanation.

[nami-writes]

[ an apple | a day | (keeps the doctor) away ]

content warnings: abuse (w/ belt), starvation, begging, breakdown, crying, emeto, bad caretaker, brief suicidal ideation, self-injury (banging head against surface)

“Able to eat your lunch today?” Guard asks as soon as the previous guard rounds the corner. He brought two sandwiches today. After almost two weeks of offering Villain an apple for lunch, he finally decided that just an apple a day isn’t enough edible food to survive. No wonder all Villain does all day is sit slumped against the wall or laid on the floor. He can’t have enough energy to move much more.

“...Enough,” Villain mumbles. “Can I just, um, save it? For dinner. Dinner’s… harder.”

“No apple today. It wouldn’t be enough for dinner anyway.” Through the bars, he sees Villain’s face fall. “I meant I brought a sandwich instead.”

Confusion. “Oh.” Then his eyes light up just a little bit. “A… a sandwich?”

“Yeah. I usually eat one for lunch.” He holds one of the sandwiches up in front of the bars. “You sure you wanna save it for dinner?”

“Yes,” Villain says eagerly, “yes, please, sir.”

He shrugs. “If you say so.”

Villain doesn’t offer any more conversation. Fine by him. He assumes his position to the side of the door.

He has a much longer shift today. The night shift guard quit yesterday on too-short notice, just hours after news of the heroes’ latest loss spread. They needed a night shift guard and nobody else was up to the job. Guard accepted on the condition that he gets a break to eat dinner. So today, he stays overnight and goes home in the morning. He hopes sleeping in this morning will help him stay awake for the next couple of hours.

He eats one half of his sandwich as slowly as he can, just to drag out the time he spends eating it, but it doesn’t help. He eats the second half normally.

When that’s gone, he scrolls on his phone to pass the time. He hopes there’s no reason to be worried Villain will try anything stupid anymore, now that Guard is his only source of decent food.

Headlines on the heroes’ failure yesterday flood his screen as far as he can scroll. Something about a building destroyed in a fight, and not just because of the fight— intentionally used as a shield while people were still inside. An article clarifies what details are known; Supervillain beamed it down to get to the heroes hiding behind it. They couldn’t save the people inside the building and capture Supervillain at the same time. In the end, they accomplished neither.

That explained why they were all so worn out upon their return yesterday. They even seemed snappy when asking Guard to take the night shift. Unprofessional, he has to admit. They shouldn’t have been fighting anywhere near populated buildings anyway, much less using one as a shield.

The comments under the article are filled with criticism and concern. A few also work for the heroes and want to go on strike, force them to do more to repair the damage done. He shuts off his phone.

Villain lies motionless on the floor save for the rise and fall of his chest. Guard still can never tell when he’s awake. “Hey. You look like shit.”

His breathing stills and he opens his eyes. He looks like he’s torn between confusion and fear, like he isn’t sure if Guard is mad.

He gets to the point. “You sure you don’t want to eat now?” he asks. “Your sandwich is cut in half, you could have half now and half for dinner.”

“No,” he says too quickly, sitting up. “I-I won’t have enough for dinner. I just… want to save it until then. Please. Sir.”

He frowns. “Why is it so difficult for you to eat the food here anyway? I mean, it looks awful but it has to be edible, right?”

“Feel sick,” he mumbles.

“Every time you eat?”

He nods. He doesn’t elaborate.

“Why? Is the food really just that bad?”

He shrugs.

“Well, that’s helpful.”

“Sorry— I’m sorry, sir,” he says in a panic at Guard’s sarcasm. “I just— I-I don’t know, I swear. I don’t want to, to throw up every meal, I just, um, I can’t help it, I… they p-punish me for it, I’m not trying to— I wouldn’t do it if I could help it.”

He’s practically pleading for Guard to believe him at this point and Guard regrets the sarcasm. “Okay, I get it, I get it. You don’t know. I was just curious.”

“I-I’m not doing it to get food out of you, if— if that’s what you think—”

“I said I get it, alright?” Guard almost snaps but manages to keep his calm. It’s not that serious. Villain is just scared. “It’s fine.”

Villain swallows his concerns. “Yes sir. I… I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Maybe he shouldn’t have relied on Villain to help him pass the time. Now he’s just annoyed.

He can tell Villain wants to apologize again, probably beg for forgiveness too, but he steps away from the window and out of sight. Villain gets the message.

His dinner arrives some time later and Guard slides it under the door. Villain stares painfully at the tray. Then Guard slips in the bagged sandwich and Villain’s eyes light up with surprise.

“You— you’re still—?”

“What?”

Villain grasps at the words. “I thought— y-you seemed mad, I didn’t think— I thought you weren’t going to give me the sandwich, because I… I made you mad.”

“Christ, Villain, I’m not that petty,” he scoffs. “Just eat.”

Villain nods eagerly, picking up the sandwich. “Yes, sir!”

He checks the time. One of the heroes should be getting here anytime now to take his place so he can eat his own dinner.

Minutes pass and down the hall someone turns the corner. Hero. Finally. He walks down to meet him halfway, exchanges a polite nod and his thanks for taking over for a bit, and makes his way to the kitchen.

He’s not used to this kitchen, so he digs in the refrigerator and cabinets for something quick and easy to make. He settles for boxed macaroni and cheese. It takes barely half an hour to finish eating before he’s heading back to Villain’s cell.

And heading toward the sound of a familiar voice begging for mercy.

“Please! Please, I'm sorry!” Guard hears a snap and cries of pain. “I'm s-sorry! I won’t do it again, swear, I swear! I'm sorry, please, please!”

Guard breaks into a sprint. It’s undeniably Villain, and Hero is supposed to be watching him. Nobody else is in the hall. Did someone get past him?

Hero isn’t standing outside the cell when Guard gets there. Instead, the door is open and Hero’s back is to him, bright supersuit eerie in the dark cell. His arm is held up only to come down with the snap of what Guard is sure is a whip. Where the hell he got a whip from, Guard doesn’t know or care. “Hero? What’s going on?”

“Guard,” Hero turns and greets him halfheartedly. It’s not a whip. It’s a belt. “Where’d the sandwich come from?”

Villain’s cowering behind him, shirt off exposing his marred back streaked with blood as he sobs. Both halves of the barely-eaten sandwich sit on the floor by Hero’s feet, crushed under a dirty footprint. A pool of vomit dries next to Villain.

He forgot. He forgot. He isn’t supposed to be giving Villain food and he gave him the sandwich just before he switched out with Hero. They’re caught.

Still, Guard frowns, hardening his expression. “Me. I gave it to him.”

“I’m giving you one warning,” Hero scowls. “Your job is to guard this piece of shit. Not to mess with his diet. We keep him malnourished so he can’t break out and start wreaking havoc with Supervillain. Do this again, put everyone in this city at risk again, and I’ll put you in this cell myself.”

Anger twists in Guard’s gut but he holds his mouth in a tight line. “Understood.”

“Good.” He holds the belt out to him. “You want to finish him off?”

Villain’s eyes snap up and the pure terror and desperation behind the tears send a chill down Guard’s spine. “No. Thanks.”

“Suit yourself.”

Hero threads the belt back through the loops on his pants and walks out, shutting the door behind him. “I’ll send a doctor in tomorrow night to make sure he doesn’t die.” He leaves without another word.

When Guard’s sure he's far enough away, he scrambles to unlock the door and rush inside, sidestepping the vomit. Villain’s crumpled in a ball on his knees, hands covering his head as he sobs. Fresh red welts and blood cover his back alongside old scars and bruises and what even looks like burn marks Guard has never seen.

“N-no more,” he whines pitifully. “Please, sir, please, no more, I'm sorry, I w-won’t do it again, I, I-I won’t, I won’t, please!”

He babbles inconsolably and trembles so hard Guard’s hesitant to touch him. He’s afraid the contact will make him blow up or fall apart, though right now it seems the latter is already happening.

“Please, ‘m sorry, s-sorry, I’m sorry…” Apologies fall out of his mouth almost faster than he can say them. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop.

“Hey,” he snaps his fingers, “it’s fine. Look. Hero’s gone. I’m not hurting you.” He doesn’t know what to do. This wasn’t in the job description. Maybe he shouldn’t have snapped his fingers— Villain isn’t a dog.

It gets his attention well enough, though. Fearful eyes lock onto Guard and his entire body freezes mid-plea, unsure whether to be even more terrified or relieved. Then he glances down at the puddle of vomit and the ruined sandwich and he settles for terror. “I’m sorry— I’m so sorry, I d-didn’t mean to, to get caught, I wasted t-the sandwich, he— he made me throw up so I c-couldn’t, couldn’t eat any of it, I couldn’t stop him, I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to waste it, I didn’t, I w-wasted it…”

He dissolves into sobs so incoherent Guard can’t make out words anymore. “It’s fine, Villain, really. It’s fine. It’s not your fault, I knew Hero was coming but I didn’t think ahead. I just, uh… god, what do I do? Should I leave you alone? Do you—”

“No,” he chokes out. “Please. Please, please don’t leave me. I-I don’t… I know I’m selfish, I s-shouldn’t ask, but— please. I can’t, I c-can’t do it anymore.”

“...Okay,” Guard says and sits down next to him. Careful not to touch the dirty shoe marks, he picks up each half of the sandwich and puts them both on the untouched dinner tray. “What can’t you do anymore?”

“I can’t stay here, I can’t stay like— like this,” he wails. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, they won’t just let me die!” He slams a fist on the ground but when that doesn’t offer enough relief he bangs his head into the ground instead.

“Hey!” Guard’s hands shoot out to grab his shoulders and hold him back from a second attempt. “Shit! Don’t do that!”

He flinches hard at the sudden hold on him and almost twists away but thinks better of it. “Sorry, I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry.” He sniffles, wipes his eyes and then his face. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just stop apologizing. And don't do that again.” Villain gives a small nod in response and Guard takes his hands off of him. For a second, he thinks Villain tries to follow his touch.

It’s pitiful. It’s awful, really. Villain has been here for a while, around a year or two before Guard came around, but details of his captivity have never been released. Now he sees why. He’s a husk of the villain he once was. He’s a husk of the person he once was, and just two weeks ago he wouldn’t have seen Villain as a person at all.

“I, uh… I want to help,” he starts. He doesn’t know where he’s going with this.

“You can’t.” Though his voice is hoarse, Villain says it so simply. “The only way you could help is if you broke me out, and… you can’t do that. You won’t.”

“Give me a day.”

They’re both surprised at the declaration, but Guard doubles down.

“One day, and I’ll have you out by tomorrow night,” he says. “That’s all I need.”

Villain stares. “But— you’ll lose your job. I-I’m a criminal, you’ll get yourself in trouble with the law and with the Heroes, it’ll just be a waste of your time and they’ll catch me anyway and hurt us both and—”

“Hey, calm down,” he says before Villain can spiral further. “I’ll… figure something out. Just trust me.”

He knows it’s unconvincing but Villain swallows as he contemplates the offer. He searches Guard’s face for any sign of a lie. “Don't— please don't give me hope. You’re the only… nobody's been k-kind to me in, in so long, and you— you don’t know what the Heroes can do.”

“Other than beat you?” The blood trickles down his back now that he’s sitting up.

“This isn’t the worst of it,” he mumbles. “This isn’t that bad at all.”

“You’re bleeding,” Guard counters. “You might get an infection sitting in this dirty cell. You should go to the infirmary. We shouldn’t wait until tomorrow, maybe they can—”

“No!” He recoils like Guard hit him. “No, don’t, please, don’t take me to the infirmary. Please, they’ll just make it worse.”

He holds up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Fine. I won't take you there. But you should get your injuries checked out. Your back doesn't look good.”

“It’s fine,” he almost pleads. “It's not that bad. It’ll be fine. I don’t need the infirmary. And I don't need Hero to send a doctor. I just… I just need everything to stop.”

“...Okay,” Guard sighs. “Okay. Just give it a day.”

Villain nods, resigned, and then guiltily eyes the drying vomit. “The, um, janitor should be coming soon. ‘M sorry, about that. I didn't mean to, I didn't… I didn't know you'd be coming back.”

“Don't be. I get it. Night shift was news to me too.”

He leaves Villain to curl up on his side in the cell. He's right; the janitor comes soon enough, cleans up what hasn't dried to the floor already and takes the tray with uneaten prison food and the stomped-on sandwich. All that's left to prove any of this ever happened is the new stain on the floor that'll soon blend in with the old ones and the welts on Villain’s back that'll be gone in a few days. To Guard, this was an awful thing to witness, but to Villain, this must've just been a regular fucking Tuesday. He doesn't even know how often this really happens.

Still, at least Guard was here this time. At least he could be here for Villain, just this one time.

[prof-hemp420]

nononono no no no no no no

no not him no

no

[poppy-in-the-woods]

I want to tell y'all something. Maybe it's the silliest thing you've ever heard, but if it helped me, it can help someone else.

So Saturday night my laptop was behaving weird, like not starting and such, so I had a panic attack. Called my best friend who also is a programmer and he left a party to come and help me (I adore him for that, don't know what I could have possibly done to deserve him). He spent Sunday morning trying to recover it and he did, but a couple of hours after he left, it began to give me errors.

I couldn't fall into panic again, I simply couldn't. The problem is, as soon as I turned off the lights to sleep, I felt the panic creeping in. What did I do? I imagined myself having a conversation with Dream, him being very reassuring and calming. So I eventually calmed down and I could finally sleep without nightmares.

I don't know if this is a good coping mechanism, but at least it was better than panicking. So maybe next time y'all feel like you could panic, imagine your favourite character telling you it's all going to be alright in the end, you just have to trust the process.

[onedayillmakeanamebutnotrn]

cw/tw whump and mention of collapsing/passing out, breakdown, lashing out

whumpee forgets who they were before being whumped and whenever its brought up it breaks them more example: caretaker brings something up or plainly asks "hey what were/are your hobbies?" and its just Agony. whumpee might breakdown, lash out at themself and/or caretaker, exhausting their body very tired and out of it after (maybe collapse oooo)

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ Closed Starter For @southxparkxafterxdark || Luca ]

[ Greer ]

There hadn’t been makeup on his face in days. His nails were chipped and peeled, his hair was unruly and unwashed. What was even the point? 

Nothing was going to get better, and he’d been the thing that broke it all.

He wished he’d never been brought back more times than he could count, almost in line with how many he’d wished he had just walked away when his mom was dying. 

It hurt to think they could only love him if they didn’t remember him.

Having been standing in front of Luca’s apartment silently letting tears streak his cheeks for ten minutes now, he rose his hand once more to knock. While he’d geared up to actually put some force behind it, his knuckles barely brushed it and he stifled another sob.

If he just lightly poked it, he could say he sort of tried, and leave. 

His hesitation cost him another few minutes, just standing there with his hand pressed to the door.

[transmascsimonriley]

vamp mactavish or something

[disformer]

Put a drag strip in these doodles for some environmental storytelling

[chrollohearttags]

feeling shitty about myself tonight, but at least I’m not nicki minaj. so it could always be worse.

[chaikachi]

there's a million ways to spill blood on the court...

[kitakami-zorua-kin]

🎤 - An audio transcript from a recording

-Audio Recording Enabled, bzzt!- “An’ I jus- I’m so tired, Super, I’m s’ fuckin’ tired of not bein’ ‘nough. I wish I was a Zorua, m’ybe then everythin’ would b’ better, l’fe would b’ easier an’ I’d be able t’ b’ happy an’ – an’  ‘m so fuckin’ sick of wishin’ I was anyone else an’ I wouldn’t wish this life ‘n anyone else, I don’ – I don’ wanna die but sometimes I wish this was like every other universe an’ Kiki an’ Carmine didn’ h’ve a third siblin’ at all, an’ I can’t think of anythin’ I’ve improved except maybe th’ Noibat c’l’ny an’ I just – I wish I was ‘s happy ‘s I pret’nd t’ b’, I wish I was lighthearted an’ silly an’ cheery an’ I’m not an’ I hate that I’m not, I hate that ‘m a liar, I wish I wasn’ everythin’ that I am, I wish I didn’ care so much ‘t makes me sick I wish I didn’ feel s’ stupidly guilty about everythin’, I wish – I wish I could stop carin’ I wish I could stop, I wish I could hate th’ people that hurt me but all I can think is that m’ybe they were right, m’ybe Car’ never shoulda stepped in m’ybe they never shoulda fished me outta th’ ocean t’ begin with maybe everythin’ would be better an’ I wouldn’ hafta deal with the lights an’ the sounds an’ – an’ everythin’ I’ve ever cared about fallin’ apart aroun’ me an’ – an’ I don’ know what ‘m doin’ wrong, ‘m tryin’, ‘m tryin’ s’ hard, why aren’t I ‘nough t’ fix things, why is m’ best never ‘nough for nothin’ why did ‘t hafta t’ b’ me, Super, I don’ wan’ any ‘f this, I wanna g’ home, I wanna have people that care an’ – an’ don’ lie t’ me, I wish m’ siblin’s cared an’ it hurts that I cared – care – s’ much an’ they didn’ care at all- an’ – an’ it’s not fair but I don’ wanna tell anyone ‘cause I feel selfish an’ sick with guilt f’r even feelin’ this an’ I feel s’ stupid an’ used an’ I jus’ – I hate it, Super, I hate it s’ much an’ ‘m sorry ‘cause I don’ wanna dump this on ya but ‘t’s eatin’ m’ alive an’ I ain’t got anyone else t’ tell ‘cause I can’ just keep dumpin’ everythin’ on Ange an’ ‘Roki ‘cause that’s just what everyone else did t’ me an’ I kinda hate them all f’r ‘t, an’ I don’ wanna do that t’ anyone an’ they both mean s’ much t’ me an’ I care s’ much ‘bout them so fast ‘t scares me an’ – an’ I jus’ – I don’ know wha’ t’ do anymore, ‘m scared an’ I keep cryin’ an’ I wish I could turn the carin’ off ‘cause it just keeps gettin’ me hurt-“

//OOC, Non-Accented Version: And I just – I’m so tired, Super (Superconduct), I’m so fucking tired of not being enough. I wish I was a Zorua, maybe then everything would be better, life would be easier and I’d be able to be happy and – and I’m so fucking sick of wishing I was anyone else and I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone else, I don’t – I don’t want to die but sometimes I wish this was like every other universe and Kiki and Carmine didn’t have a third sibling at all, and I can’t think of anything that I’ve improved except maybe the Noibat colony and I just – I wish I was as happy as I pretend to be, I wish I was lighthearted and silly and cheery and I’m not and I hate that I’m not, I hate that I’m a liar, I wish I wasn’t everything that I am, I wish I didn’t care so much it makes me sick I wish I didn’t feel so stupidly guilty about everything, I wish – I wish I could stop caring I wish I could stop, I wish I could hate the people that hurt me but all I can think is that maybe they were right, maybe Car (Carmine) never should’ve stepped in maybe they never should’ve fished me out of the ocean to begin with maybe everything would be better and I wouldn’t have to deal with the lights and the sounds and – and everything I’ve ever cared about falling apart around me and – and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, I’m trying, I’m trying so hard, why aren’t I enough to fix things, why is my best never enough for nothing why did it have to be me, Super, I don’t want any of this, I want to go home, I want to have people that care and – and don’t lie to me, I wish my siblings cared and it hurts that I cared – care – so much and they didn’t care at all and – and it’s not fair but I don’t want to tell anyone because I feel selfish and sick with guilt for even feeling this and I feel so stupid and used and I just – I hate it, Super, I hate it so much and I’m sorry because I don’t want to dump this on you but it’s eating me alive and I ain’t got anyone else to tell because I can’t just keep dumping everything on Ange and Hiroki because that’s just what everyone else did to me and I kind of hate them all for it, and I don’t want to do that to anyone and they both mean so much to me and I care so much about them so fast it scares me and – and I just – I don’t know what to do anymore, I’m scared and I keep crying and I wish I could turn the caring off because it just keeps getting me hurt-

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[ Valentino ]

Lurching up into a sitting position, Valentino's lower arms flailed while his upper ones clutched the blanket to his chest. His eyes were wide and wild, his teeth bared in a grimace, and his knuckles popped audibly. Tears dripped down his cheeks, lightly glowing in the dim light of his bedroom, and Valentino let out a broken sob as he slowly dropped the blanket and cupped his face in his hands.

At first, he didn't recognize Mayleene beside him. He'd smacked into her leg with his prosthetic, but he hadn't noticed. Without being able to feel, he'd thought he'd simply hit the bedside table. For once, he hadn't hit her on purpose, but on instinct in an attempt to protect himself from his nightmare.

Quivering, he pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them instead, wrapping both pairs of arms around his calves.

[chocolatecakecas]

i know we've all made 8 million posts about this but like. they really took a character that sacrificed his own happiness multiple times, was suicidal for years, placed everyone's needs before his own and canonically wanted to retire, settle down and just live a normal little life but believed he could never have it......and they killed him in the end. a character that people saw so much of themselves in. a character that people loved so deeply for 15 years.....and they killed him and proved him right. what the actual fuck.

[starflungwaddledee]

it isn't there anymore.

the mainline game events from rtdl onwards tend to form the foundations for significant turning points in the whole awtdy timeline. galacta knight made his wish during robobot, but was actually placed into the timeline much earlier. as a result he already has clear knowledge of how these events played out for meta knight, and can therefore adjust them to his liking

for the most part, he's interested in dealing with threats as quickly and efficiently as possible, and keeping total control of the people in his orbit. his overall goals are to destroy the life he stole from meta knight, and to corrupt his loved ones in whichever way will hurt him the most

in the case of triple deluxe, galacta knight goes to floralia in kirby's stead to "rescue dedede" and "prevent the spread of dark matter" caused by Sectonia's parasitic rule. kirby slept through the event and blames himself for not waking up in time to help rescue the people of the sky from their queen's corruption

at this point he still believes you can sometimes purify those who have come into contact with dark matter, and feels that if he'd been there, he could have at least tried.