#evil self care

[selectivechaos]

my brain: you can’t do anything right

me: *doing it anyway* me: *taking my time* me: *being gentle with myself when i mess up*

my brain: oh err well done i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[writethatdown]

friendly reminder that you are safe if you choose not to reblog posts threatening ‘x’ bad thing will happen if you don't. i know that it can be anxiety inducing, especially to those struggling with intrusive thoughts. i promise you that you are safe love. if u needed a sign to believe that you and you're loved ones are safe, here u go. ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ > this bear is protecting you rn ♡

[thebrainrotsreal]

EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK, EVIL MARK!!! I want to be coherent about this season but please picture me foaming at the mouth and running on the walls. S2 being what if Mark's just like his Dad? Insanity. I love this show. Anyways, AU where an Evil!Mark tries to make Our!Mark worse, and Our!Mark tries to make the other better. Something something confronting your idea of the worst version of oneself. Plus, tweaked black and yellow costume because I saw it and immediately went murder hornet lookin' ass and knew I had to draw it. Evil ass Mark. Horrible. I think he should be dragged kicking and screaming into redemption.

[starry-eyed-psychopomp]

I am officially starting the Annabeth Chase Protection Squad, because our beautiful baby girl deserves only love and affection and decent parents and maybe a kiss on the cheek from her crush instead of having him traumatically sacrifice himself for her. Our first order of business will be to bust down the door to Mount Olympus and KICK ATHENA’S DIVINE ASS

[corviiids]

light: when i was talking to ryuzaki he--oh by the way ryuzaki ive been saying "he" but what do you prefer L: interesting. do you think this could be relevant to the kira case, yagami-kun? light: no, just curious. light: (is this a trap? would kira care about something like masculinity? no... kira is a paragon of justice. he would never misgender someone.) L: maybe yagami-kun thinks that a name and a face are not enough. does he think kira may also need a gender? light: interesting theory. is that why you don't have pronouns in your bio, ryuzaki? light: (ive got him. the other officers will never respect him if they find out L is a transphobe! wait, they're cops. damn it. has this all been for nothing?) L: ive actually taken the liberty of making fake pronoun pins for everyone in the squad, to ensure your security. here, yagami-kun. or should i say... yagami-chan. light: neopronouns?! (do i give off nya/nyam/nyaself vibes? or is this another clever ruse? he still hasn't even told me his own pronouns...) ryuk: hey, light. don't forget about the deal. the shinigami eyes would let you see anyone's pronouns at a glance. light: (forget it! im not giving up half my life just to they/them ryuzaki!) L: id just like to flag for the audience that im aware this is a stupid bit but don't worry it's over now

[spacedace]

Danny Phantom Prompt:

Dan ends up looking after Dani/Ellie and the rest of the Clones as part of his redemption/as part of a different plan Clockwork had for stopping the dark timeline.

Bonus addition to the prompt:

Early into his reign of mayhem and terror upon the world, before Dan fully came into his power, Clockwork sends him through time and space into an alternate timeline.

Dan finds himself in a very familiar basement lab of his least favorite Fruitloop to discover a gaggle of unstable, frightened clones of himself. His past self, more specifically.

Which is bad enough, but then he finds out from the chatty, sassy one - the lone female clone, the youngest and the most stable of the lot - that apparently Vlad is planning to send them all out to capture his younger self to get the specific DNA he needs to make his "perfect" clone son.

They'll die in the process. Dan can tell just from the sanitized version they're recounting to him. Vlad was gonna use them as tools for his ultimate plan, claims of fatherhood and promises of giving them all names all a means of control.

And Dan doesn't care. He *doesn't.*

But these clones *are* him, after all. And he can't just sit by and let them go out and get killed so easily. It's not that he cares about them, it's just the principle of the matter.

Now just to figure out how to stabilize them all so he doesn't have to keep pausing in the middle of tormenting Vlad to patch them up.

[welcometogrouchland]

Honestly we see a bit of it in the epilogue (what with his hair being less ashy, his eye bags being gone, etc) but Hunter probably got such a glow-up after moving in with Darius. Like he'd already been doing better at Camila's house than he'd been at the castle (eating more, sleeping more, etc) but Darius is a full on spa girlie. He's taking Hunter with him to get a facial and the kid exits that place GLOWING. Without the dead bird magic this time. His stress induced acne? Gone. His eye bags? Gone. His scars? No longer dry and itchy.

Darius buys him expensive shampoo and conditioner to use (he'd been using shower gel on his hair back at Camila's house. She didn't know. When Willow tries to run her hands through it, it crunches slightly. He thinks this is normal) and honestly? The one good thing he got from Caleb was the Wittebane Gorgeous Hair Genes. His stupid little mullet flows in the wind.

When Hunter first moves in, he's grown out of most of his human realm clothes and there's very few shops/tailors open at the time, so he's borrowing all of Darius' old stuff which, while admittedly vintage, is still wayyy more classy than anything Hunter would've picked for himself. Once he has alternate options he definitely reverts back to his personal sense of style (and if he gets the a-okay from Darius he modifies the old clothes with personal bits of patchwork and embroidery) but there's a period of six months after WaD where Hunter is just consistently the best dressed of the hexsquad at any given moment. Gus and Amity are QUAKING in their boots

[kimodraw]

thought a lot abt the cw shows these past few days

[lovesickeros]

☆ sickly sweet poison

{☆} characters tsaritsa, harbingers [ mentioned ] {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings isolation, starvation {☆} word count 0.6k

You lose track of time so easily in the suffocating walls of your room. You can only guess, generally, how long has passed by how the logs burn in the grand centerpiece of a fireplace, drowning the entire room in vibrant hues of orange at all times. Servants come every few hours to stoke the flames and add more, should it be needed, but they do not listen to your pleas, hurriedly scurrying out of your room as if they had never been there at all.

It was..surprisingly lonely, despite how often the Harbingers visited.

You did not even know what the hall outside your door looked like, beyond the brief glances you managed to steal when it was opened. They showered you in affection and gift, your closet bursting at the seams with new clothes and the bowl of imported fruit sitting untouched - they claimed to love you, to adore you, to worship the very ground you walked upon..so why, then, did you feel more like a bird, trapped within a cage of it's own making?

You should have never trusted them to protect you from the other Acolytes. Death, you think, would have been sweeter then the poison they feed you with every pretty lie they tell you.

We're just protecting you, Most Divine.

The others cannot be trusted. They have failed you once already, what's to say they shall not do so again?

You are safe with us, Divine One.

You no longer believed a word of it. Not since they locked you in the palace, in the room you once viewed as a safe haven from the cruelties of the world. You were blind to their own cruelty, as they made it your prison.

"Divine One?"

Heels clicked against the floorboards, the door shutting softly behind her, as the cold that followed her like her own shadow swept over you. Even beneath the heavy blankets and despite the freshly stoked fire burning every so brightly, you could not help but shiver. You felt sick, dread clawing at your throat as the bed dipped, calloused, gentle hands brushing your hair away from your eyes.

You wish she would at least pretend, just like the rest, that your isolation was for the greater good. It was so very easy to hate them. But she would not hide her intentions behind falsities - she was simply selfish.

"My Harbingers tell me you refuse to eat," Her voice is uncharacteristically soft, but you sense the dull threat offered beneath her honeyed words, "Must I remind you, Divine One, that I am not above forcing you, if I have to?" Her tone turns bitter, fangs peaking from beneath plump lips as you tearfully meet her eyes, shivering beneath her cold hands and even colder eyes, dissecting you and pulling apart your defenses until you become pliant.

"It truly pains me to do so, Divine one, so let us not make this any harder then it has to be for either of us." You tense, freezing like a deer in headlights as her hand slips to the back of your neck, nails digging into your throat enough to make a point, the bed dipping even further as she leans down, "I hope I will not have to ask you again."

"..Okay."

You barely hear your own voice over your heartbeat, your hands still trembling as she takes them in her own, "There we are. I knew you'd see reason." As if waiting for your eventual compliance, the door opens again, the overwhelming smell of food filling your room as multiple servants shift in and out, lining the table in the far corner of your room with more food you would eat even on a good day.

You are sure she senses your uneasiness, but she peels the layers of your bedding away all the same, hands shifting beneath your knees as she lifts you away from your last remaining comforts, cradling you against her chest.

Had you known love could be so cruel, you never would have stepped foot into the wolves den - death was a mercy, now.

[szczurherbacany]

cringe is dead, look at my resi self insert

[selectivechaos]

being ‘normal enough’

i feel like, after extreme social isolation, it often feels like i need to catch up with others and meet their standards and be normal enough for them in interaction.

but actually, i think if you’ve been hurt and scared by social and emotional traumas in the past, your priority should always be: is this person meeting my standards?

are they being kind and making me feel unjudged, calm, safe, happy?

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[keefechambers]

NOPE (2022) + Evil Counterpart

[swordmaid]

shri’iia mood board

[forvegaspetessake]

Tankhun as sensiblereblogifposts posts

[sensazioneultra]

Yeo Jin Goo as Han Juwon in Episode 10

BEYOND EVIL (2021)

[peapodsplace]

Hey Baba, it seems like you've been seeing a lot of yucky stuff online right now. A lot of people who aren't remembering their manners and are forgetting that there's people behind a screen. I know you like your screen time but please remember that the world isn't all like that okay? Some people are different online and forget their values and let's remember that these days, algorithms perpously show you things that'll make you upset. Yes, yes it's not very fair, is it sweetheart. Please remember to take some breaks and that the world isn't really like that. It's so important to protect yourself. Yes, silly even if you think you don't deserve it; because you do.