#lots of TW

[manylittleguys]

Pros & Cons of spending hours watching vent tiktok compilations:

Cons:

awake for extra hours

awake for extra hours watching vent tiktoks

watching vent tiktoks

probably bad for our physical and my mental health

reminds us individually of The Fun Shit (different shit for everyone, but we all got a shit to be reminded of)

Small Chance of restarting to physically s/h (apparently a lot of our behaviours could count as s/h already but that's Whatever)

Pros:

inspired us to do Art Stuff

makes me/us cry, which is good for our individual and collective emotional repression

makes the body hungry, which forces us to eat

makes the body tired and we will eventually pass out

reminded me that our councillor asked us to make a timeline of the traumatic shit that happened to us [only things that happened to host though. no exotrauma. but that's bc she doesn't know the other 29 of us exist yet. we do hope to tell her and maybe be at least medically recognised even though we'll probably never be diagnosed with anything. which is fine bc diagnosis sucks. maybe one day we'll be able to talk about exotrauma, which is very important because it affects our host too (minimal memory barriers go brrrr) and we all need a chance to talk about it and cope properly] and then spent several more hours reliving our host's trauma & crying while making that timeline & now that the work's actually being done we can schedule our next appointment because we do not meet with our councillor regularly & that is fine with us.

Anyways, a million imaginary dollars to anyone who can guess what I woke up to do randomly at 2:30 in the morning and have been doing on and off for the past 10 hours!

Hilarious that I've been fronting for 10 hours straight, and most of it alone lmfao

- A. Clef

[cheesemenace]

Everything Has A Memory

Chapter 5 - Escape

Nausea intensified just as the need to leave did. 

        A few quick and stark movements. I somehow found the strength to tear and rip the wires away from my skin. Red overtook my vision but not from anger. Blood flowed down my body. The cherry colored substance weaved through and rippled over the shredded skin and tissue.

        As soon as I was disconnected from the chains the wires created my legs fumbled from underneath me. My body was clumsily lifted up. I staggered, my legs not being used to the weight and demand suddenly put on it. Swaying, I made my way to the door. My hand met the cold metal.

        Red, why is it red? 

        To mock me? 

        My vision started to blur white like the void once again.

        No, no, no. 

        I don’t want to know.

        I don’t need to know.

        I just want to leave.

        I need to leave.

        I need to leave. 

        I need to leave-

        My mind chanted, over and over again. I turned the handle while mouthing the words that I refused to speak out loud. Too much of my body's weight rested in my arms as it happened and I went tumbling to the ground. 

        Once again I pulled myself from the floor. Glancing around I noticed I was now placed in another room that seemed to be an observation deck. Buttons, switches, and other controls were placed against a console closest to the room I had previously escaped from. Adorned the wall was a dirty one way mirror. Ironic, I thought they were all about upkeeping the sterile atmosphere. 

        Dim light radiating through the mirror allowed me just enough visibility to see and enough darkness to mostly cure the headache and nausea that had taken over me. A large digital clock placed above the exit informed me that it was currently ten twenty at night. 

        One more glance at my former location allowed me to see many locks placed on the door. 

        My hand grazed over one of the locks. 

        Why are these all unlocked?

        Shit.

        White void once again. This time it was much less painful. 

        Quiet rustling and soft footsteps is all I heard.

        “Hurry up!” A loud voice boomed. 

        Nevermind.

        My hands- no, not my hands, someone else's- increased speed as they violently searched through a gray metal drawer. Loose papers, small devices, a stapler, paper clips, junk-  that’s what I would call it- filled the drawers domain. The right hand finally grasped a small lusterless metal object. 

        “Aha, I found it!” I- the person- exclaimed excitedly to themself.

        A key.

        They spoke again, “I’ll be right there just give me a minute!” 

        Legs carried us over to the door. I felt much lighter in this body than in my own, dammit to whatever medication they put into my body. I also failed to feel nauseous. Maybe I could get used to this whole vision thing.

        “I told you five times, get the hell over here! We can’t be here after ten; It’s not safe after that!”  A different voice from earlier. It sounded more feminine.

        “I’m coming, I’m coming,” repeated my own. Hands fumbled with the key trying to lock the mass amount of locks while their eyes glanced anywhere but the locks. Almost as if frightened something would jump at them through the bonds of existence. 

        The lights, which I hadn’t noticed until now had been bright as day, completely shut off. 

        The person pushed and shoved at the key as it refused to turn in the lock. 

        “Come on, please turn. Just one. Please, please, please.”

        Their fear screamed in my own head, It shot through my brain like a bullet. 

        The now warm silver key slipped through my- their- fingers and dropped to the ground. A soft yet sharp jingle rang out as it skipped across the floor.

        Half a second passed before the person started across the floor to the exit. 

        My consciousness sank through the floor. Once again surrounded by the harsh bleach white of the void.

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The protagonist is slowly gaining a bit more personality as the story goes on don't worry! Them not having a whole lot of thoughts on stuff other than confusion is important to the story. If you see any grammar, spelling, plot, or consistency mistakes let me know! I try my best to read it all over, but I do miss stuff. Also I suck with knowing when to use ,;: and such so if you are sensitive to reading those kinds of mistakes I am so sorry. Another thing is I don't have a schedule for posting and my life can get pretty busy so my posts will most likely be a lot at once and nothing for a while. 

You can find the rest of the chapters by looking at my masterlist linked in my pinned post or by checking out my story on quotev!

[phycology-lemon]

Tw: vent post, my family being racist Christians, Palestine/Isreal conflict, a lot of swearing

I just needed to say this somewhere and feel heard. I don't reccemend ulreading unless you REALLY want to and are in a good headspace.

What the fuck is even going on. Every adult in my family is on the side of literal fucking genocide but they're so deep in political fuckhead bullshit they don't know what's going on.

I don't give a shit about Ishamel and Isaac or whatever the fuck you're quoting PEOPLE ARE DYING.

And now one of them is telling me some shit about visions?! Converting?! What are you even talking about.

CHILDREN ARE DYING. CIVILIANS ARE DYING. THEYRE FUCKING DEAD AND YOU DONT EVEN KNOW OR CARE.

"Arabs" "Jews" THERES A FUCKING GENOCIDE GOING ON. I DONT CARE IF YOU THINK THIS IS SOME HOLY BLOOD FUED ITS FUCKING WRONG. PEOPLE ARE FUCKING DEAD.

And if I say anything to them they'll just try to shovel more of their bullshit. I've been doing this long enough, hiding who I am and what I think because you all can't fucking handle it. I don't support your politicians or your hatred or your God.

Faking a smile right now so nobody asks me what's going on. Faking my opinion so nobody tries to change it. Hiding my identity so I'm not getting constantly criticized.

But I'm gonna be fucking fine. I'm always fine, genuinely. But this is fucking bullshit.

Maybe my aunt and uncle are more reasonable about it, but I don't have it in me to risk another fucked lecture about race fueds and the Bible and "terrorist arabs" today.

Fucking hell.

[vbecker10]

Ok... I finished the super depressing alternate ending to Loki's Silent Sentry now back to my typical angst / fluff mix cause that shit hurt to write

[linktoo-doodles]

resurrection is sort of romantic, isnt it

[astralquip]

Trigger Warning! Horror art, Death, Gore, and probably a forgotten few more.

An upload of an older video, first addition to the Tumblr Broadcasted Development Archives. Thank you. Have a good night.

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[i-am-a-fish]

I'm very sorry to ask something like this, I've really been struggling with this question, and I wanted to ask the combined wisdom of the people on this site

I would like to know why you keep going, and what drives you to keep living. I know there are a lot of reasons to stay alive and enjoy life, I can think of a few that personally resonate with me, but I really want to know what your reasons are

You do not have to comment on this if that's too big of an ask, and I'm very sorry for asking something like this, I really need someone's help, I feel like I don't have much purpose

Also if I may ask, please don't post any suicidal ideation in the comments of this post, I really can't handle something like that right now

[tsuchinokoroyale]

At a party and a guy was telling me about how one of his coworkers was complaining about how he thought his dealer was lacing his heroin with cocaine and then the party guy was like “but his dealer was his brother” and I said “that’s some cocaine and abel shit” and the joke flopped so hard but I stand by it so I had to share it somewhere

[naiad-r]

Cage me like an animal A crown with gems and gold Eat me like a cannibal Chase the neon throne If I could only let go

Death pact, fulfilled.

[bloggingboutburgers]

Quick reminder since apparently it bears reminding in both directions: if bigoted people, closed-minded people overall, or your own internalized insecurities misinterpret a queer person’s message in a way that hurts/endangers you, yeah, it sucks, but it’s not the fault of the queer person in question, nor should it be a reason for them to silence themselves. They’re probably as hurt/pissed as you are that someone misinterpreted and misused their message to do harm.

Of course sadly there’ll still be queer people that actually DO mean harm and dismissal to other queer people – I ain’t speaking for those and it’s not the best way to ensure their and others’ wellbeing imo. I’m just saying – not all people will be like that. That’s what I want to believe. So hopefully let’s not put everyone in the same bag, keep supporting each other, WHILE allowing each other to advocate for our own visibility, without having to self-erase or self-censor to accomodate to what haters might say.

It’ll be tougher this way, maybe, because humans seem to like to draw extreme conclusions very quick, but I don’t believe there’s any better way for us all to be alright and stay alright on the long run.

[cheesemenace]

Everything Has A Memory

Chapter 4 - Tempest

Air was sharply sucked into my lungs. My hands tried to find anchor on the smooth surface of the floor, scratching, scraping, and pawing at the cold gloss. But to no avail. 

        What the hell was that? 

        My body calmed its erratic movements as the fright lessened, but my mind is never quiet.

        I was somehow able to witness the event before my current situation… How? It doesn’t make any sense. Was it something to do with what I had been doing before? Maybe the place I touched on my arm? The vision- or whatever that was- ended when the wire planted in my skin… So maybe, just maybe. 

        I turned towards my wire pierced arm once again. My blood jeweled hand shook as it moved. So much blood. My vision blurred for a second. Focused. Unfocused. Color blurred together, solidified, only to blur once again. Sweat seeped through the roots of my hair and formed at my forehead. I gagged. 

        The room started to spin.

        Nausea.

        Probably from traveling through the white space. The blood didn’t help either.

        My insides felt like they were turning within my skin as if I were placed in the belly of a ship being sacrificed to the harsh waves of the sea. 

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[gayvampyr]

fat people are allowed to be fat even if they don’t starve themselves or push themselves physically past their limits btw

[officialspec]

chapter 70 redraw... this scene was so cool

[straightlightyagami]

tag where you're from if you want

[voltaical-art]

do you guys ever think about how Wyll is introduced as an archetypal fantasy hero, but then it turns out he’s a warlock, who made a pact with a devil. Do you ever think about how Ansur is described as this fantastical dragon of myth, but then when you find him, he’s turned into an undead monstrosity. Do you think about how when Wyll does the right thing, he is punished to become more monstrous. Do you think about how as Wyll’s warlock powers grow, his spells get more horrific. Do you think about how Ansur was killed by his closest friend. Do think about how Wyll was cast out by the most important person in his life. do you guys ever think about Ansur and Wyll.