#ways to cope

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

ADHD & Emotional Flooding

Future ADHD

[tonyfavgirl]

Didyme's fingerprints can still be seen in Aro's actions, even after her death

There are some videos on TikTok featuring Chinese people recreating ancient paper, ancient blush, ancient lipstick, and various other artifacts, using traditional methods passed down from their ancestors.

I strongly believe that Aro possesses such items.

Both Didyme and he were deeply enamored with humanity's ceaseless creativity, marveling at its ability to continuously invent and innovate in the most intricate and well-thought-out ways despite everything. They made it a point to purchase anything that remotely piqued their interest.

It didn't matter that all of those items were extremely expensive, especially considering the challenges of transportation, given that the Volturi resided in Volterra, and there is a considerable distance between Italy and China. The Volturi, having existed for centuries, had amassed significant wealth. Amidst the books, art pieces, and various objects accumulated over the years, Aro and Didyme actively worked to acquire these items from different continents, even though they knew they would never use them due to the meticulous care they took in maintaining their possessions.

As time passed, Didyme developed a deep fascination with jewelry, while Aro pursued a more mechanical path. While his sister sought out necklaces and bracelets, always sharing her finds with Athenodora and Sulpicia, Aro immersed himself in learning a wide array of skills. His fascination even led him to master the art of Chinese ancient printing.

Aro made it a priority to learn Chinese and traveled to China solely to acquire knowledge. He dedicated himself to mastering the intricacies of their ancient printing machine. Despite the rarity of his leisure moments, given his position as one of the rulers of an entire bloodthirsty race, he relentlessly attempted to recreate the print exactly as he had learned from the mind of the person he had read. His pursuit never wavered until he got it right.

When he did achieve perfection, it, of course, only signaled the beginning of a new learning journey. Aro, always seeking new knowledge, explored different realms of expertise. Didyme introduced him to the beauty of jewelry, initially something he hadn't paid much attention to, as he gravitated towards more obvious arts, such as sculpture and music.

However, like every truly good person in tragic tales, Didyme's life was cut short, and Aro found himself to blame. As the weight of his actions sank in — realizing he had taken the life of his sister, whom he had witnessed being born, whom he had taught how to write, whom he had seen learn to walk, whom he had waited to be older to be transformed and be by his side — Aro came to terms with the harsh reality that, for him, family, despite its significance, was not as powerful as the pursuit of power itself. In the aftermath, he needed solace and something to cling to.

For Aro, that anchor became Didyme herself and the love she had for jewelry.

In perhaps a desperate attempt to keep even a hint of his sister's memory alive or in a cunning effort to convey to Marcus the depth of his suffering (to this day, he remains unsure of the true reason), Aro learned the art of creating jewelry.

In the beginning, he simply observed others engaging in the craft, recalling the wonder with which his sister always regarded them. Nevertheless, one thing led to another, and now, much like Caius with his art room and Marcus with his personal library, Aro has his own workshop dedicated to creating all types of jewelry, from necklaces to rings, bracelets, and more.

Without skipping a single piece, he always creates two: one for himself and one to place in Didyme's room, among the countless other items he has never managed to discard, even thousands of years after her demise.

[imcosmosp]

Una delle mie skills è quella di essere sempre gentile e coccoloso verso i clienti che arrivano in negozio anche quando vorrei mandarli semplicemente a fare in culo

I guess that’s something to be proud of ✌🏻

[great-and-small]

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

[puckspoetry]

POV: you wake up from a mouse bite induced coma

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[novaneondream]

it’s our turn to make you smile

[sandboxer]

[moonflowergayy]

You idiot, we could have been...us. I forgive you.

[lilith-91]

this art from eighthsun_art (IG) broke me

AANGS SILENCE HURTS THE MOST

[sunlit-mess]

crazy glow up

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Coping Strategies

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[erebus0dora]

i can't choose one, so let's have both, i guess..?

«I am the Devil's Minion, and he grants my every wish.»

brb here when i get some proper sleep for i still have a wish to rant on Eric Bogosian being actually a scary smart researcher in my bloodstream

[hinamie]

redraws featuring some of my fav megu moments(tm)

[akanemnon]

Oh snap! Is it Chara backstory time?

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[gremnda]

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