Hi Uncle Neen! HYH! It sucks to see you struggling cuz you are a big inspiration of mine :( but you said you did your makeup the other day. Can we seeeeeeeeee maybe?
d'awwww ksahdlkdss, you are so sweet, nonnie! thank you so so soooo much, baby! xx i really needed this. i hope i heal ( i will...i have to, i am too much of an asshole to let god win, fuck him ) and i hope you heal from whatever harms you as well! you can do it! mWAH!~
-- also brb crying ;-; <3333 whenever y'all tell me i inspire you, it seriously makes me want to cry; you mean SO much to me, so to mean so much to you; it's Everything to me, my love. thank you for believing in me, know i believe infinitely in YOU and will keep fighting the good fight, living authentically and modelling pos behavior on this blog bc i take being a role model very seriously. :')
BUT ANYWAYS! sakhdlasd oh my god aaAaaAAAaa please!!! YOU ARE SO CUTE, THIS IS SO CUTE OF YOU, hELP AAAAA!!!!!! but yes, of course, of course. considering i am super bacteria nina right now and had to resign from my ( admittedly ) trash job and am no longer, at this moment, an education girlie ( besides on here, ofc, educating you on my two gay sons in love ), i can freely exist and post pictures of myself again! thank you for for giving me a safe place to do that. <3
i'll elaborate on what 'safe' means to me down below, but just for context i took this...sigh...last week, when i was told i would 'all better', just trying to feel like myself again after a month of being unmadeup and unfitted and ugly and troll-like and on death fucking row and fucking miserable as hell, i had my new hair appointment lined up, was about ready to take life by the balls again...and that shit BLUE BALLED ME SO HARD AND SAID *ravenstan vc* JK, BABY!
okay, sorry i have some really bad scarring and wounding up there by my neck so i had to cover her up but...there she is! the she beast!
as for posting pictures of myself just...please...PLEASE BE KIND. and i wish i meant that as a joke, i mean it very, VERY seriously. i am at a point right now, where i look my very fucking worst, i am weaker than i have ever been in my life, there are abrasions all over my body, which per the results of my culture ( i was right...several fucking times and no one would listen to me ) my body is trying to kill me and right now...it is Winning. ( i'm not gonna lose tho, dw, i am a nasty bitch from hell and i refuse to die this ugly, i fucking won't; choke )
tldr; I AM VERY VERY VERY SENSITIVE ABOUT HOW I LOOK. I DO NOT FEEL PRETTY, I AM LIKE ONE BAD COMMENT AWAY FROM TEARING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE AND I AM TELLING YOU GUYS I CANNOT DO THAT, I CANT CREATE ANY TEARING ON MY BODY OR THE BACTERIA WILL TUNNEL AND ITS HARD ENOUGH AS A BITCH WITH DERMATILOMANIA.
PLEASE BE NICE TO ME.
i know we shoot the shit on here and are funny and clown eachother, you guys are my family; it's what families do, but my boundary is that you can say i am pretty and be objectively kind or Please do not send me anything At ALL about how i look; i CANNOT take it rn. i know were just joking, but please, please, PLEASE Do NOT compare me to any ugly creatures, make me feel weird about any part of my face, tell me i look blurry, say anything is too big or too small…
please don’t meme on me abt my appearance...Ever.
it’s a very sensitive spot for me and makes me v anxious.
all this to say, i love you; thank you for being my home.
HYH.
-uncle nina, single ravesey mother and human petri dish
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less than a month to go until febuwhump!
things that will be happening over this month:
i will be reposting the updated rules and FAQ (both are identical to last year’s, both just need the new themed header)
the discord will open back up for new members! it’s of course available for use if you are already in it, but i will be sharing the link once again after going through and rewriting the room list because it hasn’t been accurate in a super long time
i’m probably going to end up answering a lot of asks whose answers are in the FAQ; please read the FAQ
i will begin a quiet and subtle campaign in the tags of these posts to convince specifically people writing for the fandoms i am in and currently care about to take part in febuwhump so i have content i want to read
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give you my heart, give me your soul
sometimes someone loves so hard that she does something she shouldn't have, and now the person she loved has to be the one to fix but. what if the cost is too high? and so its life after life, the same soul slowly rotting away and the shards of soul disappearing into nothing. its a mysterious man and the amnesiac woman. its two women separated by war, a memento the only thing remaining. its a woman and a man, trying to find comfort in each other but being forcibly pushed away. its two men in their bodies that are slowly wasting away. its two men who are in different sides in a war that in the end has no real meaning. its two women who cant be together because of traditions that don't matter. its a man on the brink of death, and a tired man, both out of hope.
but its not their fault. it really isn't.
and so we have these two men, one with a soul so putrid there's barely anything to fill his body and one with the last of the shards, the last chance, so small and fragile.
they talk. the dead man in anything but body, the man so tired hes like a puppet. they talk, not about anything that really matter, but they talk. fairy tales, legends, personal anecdotes. how the tired man's grandma once dragged him to the same cave they're talking in and threw him in the water. about that stupid couple that ate each others soul in an attempt to be bound together forever. about this local legend of the mermaid and the man.
they talk and maybe fall in love along the way. but they're both hopeless, and the tired man has to go away, and the dying man has to die.
as a parting gift, the dying man gives the tired man his heart, the same thing that started it all. a heart with a single wish left, just to show how much his soul is rotten beyond repair.
the soul shard screams. it's the last chance. please, answers, answers!
and it's two women who cant be together because of traditions that don't matter. its two men who are in different sides in a war that in the end has no real meaning. its two men in their bodies that are slowly wasting away. its a woman and a man, trying to find comfort in each other but being forcibly pushed away. its two women separated by war, a memento the only thing remaining. its a mysterious man and the amnesiac woman. its the mermaid and the woman, a mermaid who loved the woman so much she cursed her soul to reincarnate again and again, and shattered her own soul in pieces in hopes that one day, some day, they may be reunited again.
and its the last chance. please, save her! save her! save her! save him! save him! save him! save her! please, i don't think i can save him!
the tired man wakes up, and the dead man is dead.
ascending, like every merfolk does when their hearts are exhausted out of wishes.
the tired man really doesn't know how to save the dead man. this is not his burden, its hers.
but he also can't help it, not the memory of the dead man's blue blue eyes, of his voice quietly telling him about the times he was hiding in the abyss, of his laugh after a small joke.
of his storytime voice while he tells him about that stupid stupid couple.
about how they ate each others soul in hopes of being bonded for eternity.
...
maybe it wont work, but its all he can do.
heart in his mouth, sand in his hands.
roier jumps in the water column and grabs cellbits shoulders. he can already feel the merman slowly dissolving in the water.
a cold cold kiss.
pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain
'why?' he asks, the new half of his soul resonating with his.
'because i think i love you.' this is not his burden, but hes the one who ended it.
maybe this time, things will be better.
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