#no I haven't

[pevensiechase]

My brain, writing at 1am, past my bedtime: whAT IF WE STARTED KILLING CHARACTERS Me, closing the tab: what if we don't My brain: WHAT IF WE WROTE A REALLY EERIE SCENE Me, getting shivers, shutting my laptop: -AND WE'RE DONE

[084392]

"have you used this pokemon?"

[finefiddleheaded]

Was able to successfully do a very small amount of taekwondo again and I'm already saving video tutorials of 540s like. girl you've been hardly able to get out of bed for like a year now and been sick for a looot longer than that. But my brain is like 🤩👀

[thebirdandhersong]

I've been casually dropping hints

[blackberry-bloody]

Random thing I wanted to write. Pretty happy with the results!

@icyheart-and-friends @emmettnet

CWs: domestic abuse (physical, verbal, and emotional), mention of being disowned by family, whumpee blaming self, branding/magic branding, non human whumpee, non human whumper, demon whumpee, angel whumper, bad relationship dynamics, failed escape attempt

Please let me know if anything else should be tagged.

Dayzel was exhausted as he watched Nox pace across the dining room. His vision swam as he half heartedly "mhmm"-ed and "uh-huh"-ed through Nox's rant. He rubbed his hand over his eyes and the bridge of his nose, leaning back against the chair with groan. Nox had been droning on about some complaint or another- most being about Dayzel but he was too tired to listen- for hours now. "Look, can we do this some other time? I'm really not up for this right now." Dayzel finally caved and asked. He heard Nox's footsteps pause, as did his rant. He let out a sigh of relief and wearily smiled. He heard Nox walk over behind him and place a hand on either shoulder. He felt himself tense but hoped Nox couldn't tell. He pried his eyes open again and looked up.

Nox was leaning over him with a tight smile, "I'm sorry, am I boring you? Falling asleep on me?"

Dayzel paused before hesitantly replying. That smile never meant anything pleasant... "Well - Not specifically. I'm just... Already so tired. You know I haven't been sleeping well."

Nox hummed and nodded rubbing circles into Dayzel's shoulders, slowly relaxing the tenseness in them. "Ah I see."

Immediate relief flooded Dayzel's expression and he leaned into his husband's touch, resting his head against his arm. "Thank you."

Nox's hands trailed down Dayzel's arms, making him shudder slightly at the contact. He let his eyes slip shut. Only to snap open again at the sound of metal clicks. When he looked down at his wrists he huffed in annoyance at seeing the connected iron cuffs around them again. Nox usually reserved them for when he was really mad at him though.

"Well in that case, since you're needs are clearly much more important than mine, wear them until you feel up to continuing this conversation." Nox all but simpered in his ear.

Dayzel growled and yanked away in frustration. "That's not fair, and you know it! I just- If you're going to be telling me what I'm doing wrong, I'd like to be awake enough to process it so that it won't happen again!"

Nox rolled his eyes and pulled back "Oh please, we both know you won't actually do anything differently. You always say that you will, but you never do!"

Dayzel was tired and he'd had enough... He stood so suddenly that the chair he was sitting in toppled over. "SHUT UP! I am trying so fucking hard for you and you're always so ungrateful for it! It's always what I do wrong! And never mind what you do wrong! Fuck this! I'm -" He was suddenly cut off by a slap across the face, making him stumble back slightly. He froze instantly, and stopped to stare at Nox. Nox's eyes were dark and angry, his chest heaving with barely contained wrath. Dayzel took a step back in fear.

"Oh, I'm ungrateful?! Ungrateful?! You absolute brat!" Nox ground out. And before Dayzel could pull away, he lunged. Grabbing Dayzel by his shirt and shoving him at the wall with a thud. He swiveled and pinned him to the wall by the back of his neck.

Dayzel was terrified and everything seemed to be spinning out of control. He'd seen Nox mad before... Hell he'd been hit before... But not like this. He'd never seen Nox this enraged. Every fiber of his being hated being pressed face first to the wall. Told him to fight back. But he knew he'd only make it worse for himself. He'd already managed to make Nox this mad. He couldn't risk making him even angrier.

Nox leaned in to speak directly in his ear. "I gave you everything you are. Your own family disowned you! And you call me ungrateful?!"

Dayzel couldn't help it as he started to cry against the wall. It was too much. "I'm sorry! I-I didn't think about it that way!"

"That's right. You didn't think. You have a nasty habit of doing that, don't you?! Maybe I'll fix it for you. Just like I fix all of your other problems!" Nox's tone shifted to something dangerous. Something deadly. Dayzel couldn't do anything but let out a scared whimper.

He flinched when he felt Nox's other hand gently touched his waist and tug up at the hem of his shirt. Dayzel didn't dare pull away... Even as Nox's bare hand touched his hip, all he could do was close his eyes. But after a moment, he felt an oddly warm sensation coming from Nox's hand... Which then turned into a burning sensation the likes of which he'd never experienced before. He tried to scream but he couldn't find the air for it.

As soon as it stopped, Nox released him and Dayzel crumpled to the floor in a trembling heap. Shakily he looked down at his waist and found... A brand. Nox had marked him. A new wave of dread and fear crashed over him as his stared up at Nox with shock and betrayal in his eyes. Nox also seemed somewhat surprised now that the moment was passed. Dayzel needed to get out. He... He had to call Rupert. He'd be able to do something about Nox.

In an instant he'd jumped to his feet and was running for the bedroom for his phone. In another instant he was crashing to the floor with a thud. He groaned and shook his head, only to yelp as his ankles were grabbed by a now recovered Nox. "Dayzel, you were running to the phone, weren't you?" Nox phrased the question even though they both knew the answer.

Now Dayzel did scream. Screaming for help from anyone that would come. Kicking at Nox as he hurried to drag Dayzel to the basement. All but shoving him down the stairs... Dayzel went still at the bottom with another cry of pain. Still trembling, but he made no move to climb the stairs back up. He felt his wing bent at an unnatural angle and stifled a sob. By the time he looked back up the door was closed and locked. With the light above the door the only source of light in the decently sized basement, he didn't want to move too far away. Slowly he shifted to push himself up into a sitting position. His arms, still chained together, practically yelled at him not to move. But he had to. He shifted his shirt again and stared down at the mark on his hip again, trying to process it... Trying to process all of this...

Fresh tears streamed down his face. What the fuck had just happened...

[reelaroundthedavekan]

[epoxyconfetti]

[sheepydraws]

The secret Dungeon Meshi sauce that's getting people to eat better is that it's so non-judgmental. Senshi and the rest of the gang never talk about what not to eat besides things that taste bad and literal poison. They don't even talk about "health" that much besides the importance of a balanced diet. It's so much easier to eat well when you think of food simply as something your body needs, and that it's often worth the extra effort to make it taste good, especially when you understand how to connect "things your body needs" with "things that taste good"

[lastoneout]

Ya know when people told me "when you're finally safe enough that you can leave survival mode and start to let go of and process your c-ptsd/trauma things are probably going to get really, really bad before they slowly start to get better" I thought that was reasonable. I did not understand that by "things are going to get bad" they meant "you're going to find yourself in the worst mental state of your entire life, but dw, that means it's working" and tbh I simply wish someone had been more clear.

Edit: If everyone could please take a minute and think about what it must feel like to be struggling and then have multiple strangers say to your face that they find the prospect of going through what you're going through so horrifying that they'd rather kill themselves and then stop leaving comments like that I would greatly appreciate it.

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[blorbopolis]

im cooking

[sangled]

shipping win! they have different but equally terrible coping mechanisms

[bisexualvader]

[sowlmates]

gotta give it to the percy jackson fans, you really do love your main character. for other franchises, fans usually place the #1 blorbo title on a specific side character. but in percy jackson you really love your percy jackson

[persephinae]

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[arrgh-whatever]

Bonus:

( None of the designs belong to me anymore! All sold! )