I don't think people really get just how massive Suletta's breakdown is going to be
I know it seems obvious after all that happened, but I'd like to give a little bit of more insight (let's thank my psychology major!)
We all know that Suletta has her whole self worth attached to Aerial, the way she's been educated and everything else, but the thing is, let's think about it as if Suletta had a healthy relationship with her Gundam (withouth considering it actually "family") and everyone around her for a moment.
Even in that brightest scenario, even if it wasn't about her worth, her whole sense of identity would still be tied to Aerial. She's a teenager, she's still forming a form of Self, her own identity, which in this time is developed through your peers and your interests basically.
Even if she was an accustomed healthy teenager, Suletta would still have broken down bad at the latest events, because she's losing a part of herself. She's a pilot, that's her Gundam! It's what she is! What is she withouth it? She's Earth's champion, now she's not anymore.
But that's not all. She's also Miorine's groom! That's part of her identity now, and it has been for a while. Always being by her bride's side, believing in her, supporting her, and loving her. Now she's not anymore, because they took away her title, but also because Miorine officially dumped her and called their relationship just a shield.
Suletta is the one who never lost a battle her whole life and now, at her very first loss, the lost everything.
All of that, on its own is already extremely damaging. All the confidence would break, their image of themselves would break, and a massive rebuild is to be done because who is she now?
All of that, in the best case scenario where Suletta has been raised properly, as a girl with maybe a talent and interest for mobile suits.
So, now let's ask ourselves: how bad can it be with canon Suletta? The one that has been raised to be a little soldier who doesn't think for herself. The one who has all of her self worth tied only to aerial, because it's not a matter of "it's a part of me", but a "I'm nothing withouth it".
How bad can it be for socially awkward Suletta, who's not good with social cues and stuff, who desperately tried to believe in her bride, and that at some point actually started doing it? That loved and believed that it was genuine because Miorine told her? The same Miorine that is now claiming that it's been all a lie and that is rejecting her so hard instead of simply blaming the results of the battle?
How bad can this all be for someone who has zero tools for interspection and dealing with herself and her own emotions, and that litterally has no other thing she identifies with aside from what they just took away from her?
girl. you came in here and immediately started using mind control and illusion magic to torment people in their dreams, manipulate people into killing people, manipulate someone into your arms, and to take away people's free will. yeah idk that's gonna make people think you're bad
A little bit of softness between Witch Reader and Spirit Moon,,
Reader doesn’t know Moon is a spirit but shhhh we ain’t gonnna worry abt that,, (also due to traumatic happenings sometimes Reader won’t light any fires around or in their cottage, even if it means sleeping in an old empty cottage in cold weather. Luckily they have someone looking out for them)
Im doing an elaborate spell tonight to heal my inner child. It involves the 6 of cups tarot card ✨ I’m walking in the moonlight right now to gather my flowers for the spell. If anyone is interested its a very simple spell and I would be happy to share!
💀🌼Living with cPTSD is like navigating a minefield every day. 🦋Triggers can come out of nowhere, sending me into a tailspin of anxiety, panic, and flashbacks.🦋 It's exhausting, isolating, and at times feels never-ending🌼🌿✨But I refuse to let this disorder define me. I am strong, resilient, and capable of healing.🦋 I may have scars, but they are a reminder of my strength and courage.🌼💀🌿
Me & mah doggie, Willow Rosenberg. She's an American Akita, technically purebred but her breeders prioritized health and mild temperament, not cosmetics or "guarding". I've had her since she was a puppy, she'll be 9 in June. She's had a career as my mostly-at-home service dog (she is easily stressed out by public work, so I don't take her unless I can't get a support human), but is now mostly retired. Her main remaining duty is to help train her successor, which hopefully will happen later this year. She loves pizza and quesadillas, also hates peanut butter and nearly all dog food. She loves sniffing and throwing her ball for herself to chase. I taught her to pick stuff up and bring it to me, but she has yet to catch onto "fetch" and looks at me like "lady I just brought you that ball, if you wanted it why did you throw it away again, you need to sort yourself out"
"I don't know if I can do what you want me to do, Bashasa. If I can stay calm and always think ahead, like you do. I'm so angry, I could burn the world."
Bashasa didn't seem concerned. "Unfortunately, someone else has already burned it. We need to un-burn it." He looked up, his expression serious. "Will you help me do that, Kai?"
You think Eri ever hijacks a comm system that Rajan is on and sings Happy Birthday to try and screw with him because she knows that that day did indeed fuck him up just a little?
Gone for the last couple of days since the fucking gestapo threw me in prison for pushing my landlord out of my face making false accusations at me for daring to assert my tenant rights, in which those self-hating jackbooted cunts in there stripped, sexually assaulted me, and then threw me in a cell without shoes or a place to lie down, because i protested it after getting attitude for asking about it.
Nevermind she'd scratch me much worse in the process, and the staff had been antagonizing me since I got here, stealing, harassing, abusing, and gaslighting just like the family I had just escaped from- who BTW placed false police reports to get me legally removed from their home leaving me homeless at the height of the pandemic, June 2020, in retaliation for trying to protect the rest of them from my grandfather.
And so I can't stop thinking about how when my grandfather bashed my head in with a rusty metal dishrack in which i needed 5 staples in my skull, I got no victim witness much less any legal or mental support, he got one day in jail and 1 anger management seminar. He didn't even have to be in a cell because "oh what a charming old man" thought those brainless fucking pigs. Everyone always thinks I'm exaggerating, but I came across the pictures and even though that was 2011, I need people to see them now because my life has yet to get better since.