so from that kuukou sasara chapter from dod, kuukou’s ascetic training regimen goes something like
early morning waterfall training for an hour
meditation sessions
cardio via running thru forest terrain
walking thru fire and coal
midnight waterfall training
sleep for three hours and then rinse and repeat
no meals
all this for a week straight
and part of kuukou’s first bio was how he bested his father in presumably this regimen so i wonder where shakku taps out lol 🤔
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I know media does it to most easily showcase how much pain a character is in, but you don't actually need to be in so much pain you're screaming from it for a limb to give out from pain.
Sometimes it's just a white-hot flash of agony so sudden it takes your breath away and the next thing you know you're on the ground/bed/back in the chair/whatever.
It's so abrupt and intense and quick that it's over before you have even a chance to make a sound and all that's left is the deep, lingering ache of it.
And sometimes it's not even pain! Sometimes a limb can just... Stop working and down you go. The pain comes after.
(That's what happened to my knee where I ended up needing to be wheeled around because I couldn't walk--just gave out and hurt after it stopped working)
There's pain you cry out from, for sure, but there's plenty of pain--pain that can be literally debilitating--that you don't scream from, either, but that doesn't make it less of an impediment. Depends on the person themselves a lot, as well as the type of pain itself.
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heaven and hell is one of the best things i’ve read from the jjk fandom on ao3 in a while. i hope you continue to write it to its completion as it really makes me feel some kind of way (like butterflies are having intercourse on my insides)
I—
I love you. You know those moms, who sit at the school holiday play. And their kid, cute as a button, but empty upstairs like the Roman colosseum. Adorable, but an absolute fucking dud.
So the play director let’s the kid play a christmas tree for the duration of the 90 minute god awful holiday play. Saying nothing. Just a Christmas tree. But said mom is like crying, wailing, rolling down the isle to take photos of her Christmas tree child because she’s so proud. I’m that mom. H&H is the Christmas tree kid.
And you are a god for saying the nicest thing about my kid 🥹💕
(I’ll be sure the butterflies keep procreating inside of you. Thank you SO much for reading)
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my best friend (no. 4, i'll start assigning emojis soon for lore followers) asked me about BPD and i told them i'd talk more about it in person because BPD is the exact overlap of my own lived experience (note: i am not diagnosed but have extensive history with BPD in a secret more confusing way) and my psychological interest. but like now i'm thinking about it and generally speaking i think anything that was a symptom towards BPD i experienced has either grown more mild now that i'm out of an active trauma situation, OR has just become part of what i consider my amorphous CPTSD thing,
but i do like. think about the efforts to avoid perceived/real abandonment. and maybe i've not gone to the lengths some folks might with this but to be honest the more i think back to my own personal history the more i realize that i do in fact repeatedly do insane shit to avoid abandonment 😭
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I can take them making the Crosby/Landra thing explicit (even when keeping it vague would have been very doable and truer to his own memoir) but him pushing her about what she actually was doing was annoying. The call we'll see next week is fine, but whining about it in a pub instead of just being like "haha pretty sure my badass former-roomate is a spy, crazy times we live in, ammirite?" rubbed me the wrong way.
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cw disturbing (especially tags), about a nightmare i had that i keep thinking about
I had a nightmare the other day that at the beginning of class the teacher went row by row in the auditorium and announced what was the worst thing done by a person in that row (without saying who it was). As he got to my row I felt anxious, hoping the people in my row were worse people than I was. There was no way he could possibly know anyway. Obviously I had no such luck and he said my thing, and though nobody could know it was me it felt like everyone could see through me and like in my whole life I deserve nothing but shame. To make myself feel better I say I do not believe in the concept of deserving. I think if all that heaven and hell shit was real this would be what the judgment would be like. There are things wrong with me.
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