#vulnerbility

[pueraeternal]

If you are neurodivergent, you can probably relate to feeling like an outcast when trying to be your authentic self. How nice it is when you meet someone and can finally take off your mask.

This poem captures the tension between concealment and exposure, between self-preservation and the aching desire to be truly seen. The imagery of clothing as a fragile disguise for emotional wounds is powerful, reinforcing the theme of vulnerability. Each tear in the fabric signals an unraveling of the facade, revealing the parts of oneself that are feared, yet impossible to fully hide.

The moment of connection is beautifully crafted—a shift from avoidance to recognition, where pain is no longer something to be concealed but rather acknowledged and shared. The act of tearing the fabric wider becomes a declaration of authenticity, a gesture that says, I will not hide anymore. And when hands meet, it’s not just physical—it’s a quiet, profound surrender to being known. The poem moves with grace from solitude to intimacy, from apprehension to acceptance.

[wovenwordsblog]

I’ve never been called pretty— not by boys, not by friends, not even by my own family.

I’ve never been the top of my class, but I’ve never been dumb. Never the sidekick, but never the leader either.

I’ve been noticed, but never seen.

I’ve had friends, but never a best friend. People to laugh with, but no one to cry to.

I’ve always had the passion to do something big, but what if I don’t have the talent?

I’ve always wanted to change the world, but what if I don’t have the voice?

I’ve always just blended in, a shadow in the background, while my prettier, smarter friend got everything I wanted.

[thefeistyaries]

5:41 AM- A Heart Heavy with Truth

“I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.” — Audre Lorde It’s 5:41 in the morning. I’m sitting here with my joint, listening to the birds sing while my heart feels heavier than I know how to hold.Heavy for a love I’ve never fully touched.Heavy for a happiness I’m starting to believe I may never have. And I ask myself—why is this feeling hitting so hard? Am I truly afraid that I’ll spend the rest…

[keenflowercupcake]

What is the best Christmas gift you can give yourself ~Part 2~

It’s Vulnerability for me! Continue reading Untitled

[starrynightsxo]

"What I want is him back, him standing beside me, him laughing at all this. I would settle for even his worst self, his cruellest trickster self, if only he could be here."

- Jude Duarte, The Queen of Nothing

[jumpscart]

i have a high tolerance for OOC fan content but the one thing that really gets me is when people do not have the right gauge for "would bill cipher find this gross and dislike it" his #1 trait is being a weirdo who loves gross weird things and pain

[cursed-onepiss]

if a mermaid ate a devil fruit would they just be stuck using a floating bubble ring until they were old enough to grow their legs?

[exaltior-a]

world's most normal janerose enjoyer

[madetolooklikeus]

personally going through it but I'm gonna be brave and listen to PAL20 anyway.

Anyway, 2 minutes in and they really do think poetry is on their side huh

[readhandedtitties]

yo python do u happen 2 know stuff about glares crushes. im curious spill some tea bro

-taxonomy anon

i have a guess about one of them. it's pretty obvious. something something suuupper fucking closeted. i know more, but i won't doxx them. on the others she mentioned? no comment.

[iwanderthroughthesenights]

She really said "in case anyone was still wondering, yes I did cheat. Not proud of it but yes it did happen" lmfao

[adoresia]

thinking about CHOSO who notices you shivering in your sleep one cold winter night. at first he doesn’t know what to do. his own fingers are twitching at his sides as he stares down at your shivering figure, body curled in on itself trying to conserve warmth. his heart aches seeing you like this; for a moment he panics, he’s never experienced this before, not the cold obviously. Not that he was cold; his cursed technique came in clutch for times like these. But still, regarding you, what was the right thing to do?

he tries puling the blanket tighter arond you, tucking the edges close to ur chin. And when that doesn’t seem to help he shifts closer to you, hoping that maybe his presense alone will warm you up. but ur still trembling, soft whimprs falling from your lips even in the midst of your sleep; it’s enough to make him sit up again, frustrated wth himself. But then his hands glow faintly with the teltaile sheen of his blood manipuation almost on its own, it’s as if the mere sight of you in distress provoked his cursed technique, yet it takes him a moment to muster the courage — what if he hurts you? What if this doesn’t work and ends up doing more harm than good? but the sight of you so vulnerble beneath the covers was enough to push his doubts aside.

“Please stay still…” he whispers, his voice barely audible, words drowning in the quietness of the room. his hands hover just above ur body as he lets his cursed blood pulse faintly, generating warmth that radiates through you. the effect is immediate, shivers subsiding allowing your once tense features to relax as the heat seeps into ur skin. choso lets out a shaky breath, one he didn’t realise he was holding, watching you settle back into a peaceful slumber.

he doesn’t move for a while after that, his eyes fixed on u as if to make sure ur truly okay. his hand lingers near yours, the warmth of his blood still faintly thrumming beneath his fingertips. in the quiet moments that follow he finds himself smiling softly. not because he’s proud of what he’s done, but because he’s reminded once again, how much he cares about you. and maybe, just maybe, the chill in the air doesn’t matter so much anymore — not when his world feels so much warmer with you in it. tonight it was all about you. Your steady brething, the faint smile on ur lips, and the boy beside u who would do anything to make sure you stay warm.

a/n : wow what a juxtaposition!! im quite literally cooking in my bedroom right now its so fucking hot 😊😊😊 maybe i should write something about it being hot… one second guys im on a roll

[thefeistyaries]

Maybe I Needed This Break

“Sometimes slowing down is the most radical way to move forward.” I’ve been slacking on my blog posts — two weeks behind to be exact. And honestly? I’ve been in a fog. Not just mentally, but physically and emotionally. I haven’t prepped meals, barely had the energy to read, study, or even think straight. Work has been nonstop. This last 80-hour tour? Whew. Busy doesn’t even begin to describe it.…

[whereserpentswalk]

When you were in elementary school, you knew a demon. It wasn't that weird; you live in a big city with a lot of interdimensional portals set up for trade. There were a lot of angels, and demons, and fae and reapers and eldritch things in every school you were in. She was your best friend in elementary school, you hadn't even heard of demons before you met her, and you didn't really understand her as different. She had black eyes, and horns, and wings and sharp teeth, but it didn't register as anything to you. Her father was living on earth because he was working as a consultant for a tech company (who are always looking for demon consultants as you know), so she was there for good.

You always used to play together. She used to fly outside of your apartment while you tried to hit her with a nerf gun. She got kind of afraid when she learned that there were real guns that humans used to kill things with. You always missed after that, for her sake. You remember her showing you magic for the first time, and how impressive it was that she could do that, it was just a training spell that children learn, but it was so impressive to someone from a race that would never use magic. You stayed friends with her throughout middle school, you introduced her to all the shows you liked, stuff like Steven Universe or Clone Wars that most demons would never get a chance to see, and she showed you the type of sci-fi that demons watch, that most humans wouldn't get a chance to see. Both of your parents didn't want you seeing each other as you got older, her father had a low opinion of humans, and your parents were afraid of him. You were too young to understand why.

When you were in high school, you didn't see her for a while. You were going to a specialized art school, and she was going, somewhere else. From what you knew most of her friends were also demons at that point. And you learned a bit more about what demons were like as a society, what so many of them did to humans. You saw her again senior year, she was different already, she dressed in a sharp business suit like her father always did, and the way she talked was so much more formal. When you told her you were going to art school she laughed, and said you'd never make money that way. She was so excited to be going to a college back in the abyss the next year, while meanwhile you were staying in your home city, and going to an art college the next year. It was weird to think you might never see her again. You asked her if she wanted to end up like the other demons, if she really wanted to leave, she didn't give you an answer, she just quietly told you that it's what her father wanted.

You chose to spend a bit more time with her, before she left and you stayed. You told jokes to each other like you did all those years ago. You showed her science fiction, all those wonderful worlds that existed only in imagination, it had been years since she touched that kind of story, but you never lost such passion, maybe she didn't either, but it wasn't like an eighteen-year-old demon, with popular demon friends, could just like whatever she wanted to. You spent a lot of time in your room together, there was a moment when you were looking into her black eyes, and you let her put her hand on your breast. She coyly asked you if she could see your reproductive organs, demons didn't have them, so she always want to see, you almost let something happen between the two of you, but as you spread your leg, and she wrapped her soft wings around you, you could feel her tasting a bit of your soul. She wasn't sucking it out of you, not yet, just licking it a bit to see what it tasted like. You didn't let things go any further, she said it's her instinct to desire human souls, but it wasn't, her father had taught her how demons see vulnerble humans.

You went to your college, and learned about perspective, and color, and sketched live models. Meanwhile, she was out in the abyss, out in her home plane, learning about business, and legal technicalities, and practiced taking souls from live prey. You never tried to contact her again. It wasn't safe.

You did see her one last time. She showed up at your apartment one night. You had a pretty successful webcomic going, the type of science fiction that you always wanted to write and draw. She was the head of a failed startup in the abyss, it was part of a tech bandwagon she was too late to. You barely recognized her when you saw her, she really had started looking like a demon, that black armor with gold trimmings and shining rubies, her hair slicked back to better show her horns, her skin pale from the sunless abyss. She begged you to talk to her, she asked for your IP, had a contract for you to sign in blood. You asked her to leave but she didn't. You could tell she didn't want to be there, but demons are taught to abandon their failed, she seemed lonely. She said she's sleep with you if you wanted, but her fangs were out, and her tongue ready to taste a human soul. You had a shotgun ready with silver bullets to deal with this type of thing, you chased her out of your apartment, shooting those silver bullets at her as she flew outside your window. You missed of course, for her sake.

[rosieisbackk]

im drunk and high lol 🙈 feeling very vulnerble 🥺😵‍💫

[f1sh-bone]

heyyy :3 do u like whumper turned whumpee too? :3333

Hmmm I think so? I believe it depends on the situation for me...

If it's an antagonistic character in a vulnerble situation I'm ALL HERE for it ehehehe

If it's an ex whumpee taking revenge on their torturer somewhat quickly then I enjoy it as a plot device

But a whumper and whumpees roles being switched for a longer period of time probably isn't my cup of tea

Thanks for the question!! ♡♡♡