#GRIPS MY HEAD

[crabussy]

wings enable you to fly which is fucking awesome and the obvious choice to most, also they look super cool and awe inspiring

but god.... imagine the things you could do with gills. you could swim for hours. sleep on the ocean floor. form bonds with the smarter marine animals. life could be a dream

#poll #tumblr polls #I cannot choose for the life of me.. god #grips my head #I love the ocean more than I can express #I love the feel of flight more than I can express

[hakusins]

i need to work on my projects but my head is full of pc being remy's wife and getting fucked on the hayloft by wren when remy's away and im SCREEEEEE

#PLEASE LET ME LIVE IN PEACE #JHBERFJBJHERBJHERFBHER #grips my head #im like an insane man i swear #dol #dol related #i need eri being a wife so badly #HERBHJFBJHEJHFBERHJFEF #this is what happens when you keep reading inky's writing every night #you become infested with brainrot HBJWBFHJBHERF #I HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO DO BRAIN SHUT UP PLS #dean rambles

[nanamimizz]

wyll ravengard keeps a lock of your hair in a locket

#lamb.talks #he wears it around his neck when he sleeps …. #if u are a cleric or sworn to a god he keeps a pendant of their holy symbol around his sword #grips my head

[ink-yy]

you should play ultrakill NOW‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#chitchat #GUYS PLEASEEEEEE #AAUGH #GRIPS MY HEAD #I HATR THATS STUPID TWUNK

[solardistress]

I BET HE LIKES GIRLS….

#grips my head

[thebestestdancers]

i need a tattoo asap

#grips my head #i forgot thw list of tattoos i was cosnidering w dolores >_>“

[yasashiiku]

@raytm sent a crow ;

⏰ something with shou’s dad !

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 , necktie nearly suffocating your breath, it felt like a leash more than anything else, an invisible rope connecting your neck to the hands of forced obligations and fake roles. Usually, you could avoid gathering without a problem, you simply don't go, choosing to hide away in your room or in Fukuda's apartment. But things are different this time, not as easy, not when the meeting is in your own house, not when the party was alive right beneath your watching eyes. The second floor was somewhat calmer, the guests mostly crowding the first one more and more by the second, your arms rest upon polished marble railing, taking in the scene from above.

Everyone knows you, greetings and introduction were a painful duty, you bore too much a resemblance to the host to not be recognized. You don't know anyone except, of course, the host, the false king, the shithead with the tongue dripping of honeyed lies and promised power. Your father. He stands there surrounded by the adoring crowds, men and women well dressed for the occasion with greedy smiles and gleeful eyes and empty heads. Your father sure has way with words and people, that bastard, with how he managed to make all of those airheads believe that they'd get even a drop of benefit by joining him in his quest to " create a new world. "

What a laughing stock, fucking idiots, give it a few hours and whatever names were heard today would be erased from your father's mind the next day, only kept in tight contracts and signed papers that funneled whatever the hell Claw needed to grow. You can picture some of them getting recruited against their will or something, the ones with the psychic auras annoyingly clogging your senses, weak as they are, they might prove themselves useful. The rest, however, you just know terrible things await them, there was even the possibility of getting murdered, you scowl at their unpleasant gathering, you sure hope the majority get killed.

❝ Shou-kun, ❞ you don't respond, they don't intend on hearing you out anyway. ❝ Suzuki-san expects you down in the next 10 minutes. He says that your presence at the meeting is important. ❞

You want to do something, cause something, something stirs inside of you and it's growing and hurting and dangerous. You wonder what a hall full of terrified shrieking would sound like, you wonder who would be the victim, the guy who shook your hand earlier with bloodlust in his eyes, or the woman who whispered something about using telekinesis to get rid of witnesses of a crime. You wonder if anyone would try to stop you, but you just know that you'd end up with selfish cowards running away for their lives.

You can teach them a lesson, you can be terrifying and unforgiving and righteous. You can hurt them. Every single one of them is guilty of this hell arising, and every single one of them deserves to get hurt.

Your father's gaze meets yours from downstairs, and whatever moved inside of you was instantly slayed by the sharpness of those eyes so similar to yours. You move right away, not wasting a second in staring back.

They deserve a lot of things, you can do a lot of things, but it doesn't change what you are, just a cowardly thing bleeding on the inside.

You stand motionless in front of large doors, your father right besides you, his aura hidden so well that you can't even sense his presence and it aggregates you so much you simply want to curse him right then and there for everything he is putting you through and for everything he has ever done. He walks in before you do, you take off the necktie with so much force it almost hurts, the material burns in your hands thanks to pyrokinesis and disappears into thin air before you enter to greet yet another group of fools.

You, too, are a fool in your own way. You just refuse to accept it, you can't live with such knowledge.

❝ My son, ❞ Your father announces to wide windows and golden lights and conceited men surrounding the gleaming meeting table, his hands rest upon your shoulders, too close for your liking. You don't look at anything ahead, taking interest in the sickening white tiles beneath your feet. ❝ An esper. ❞

Only then you decide, if you can give them a taste of what awaits, then you won't miss such a chance. You look up with a level to your head, and a smile helps you to bare your teeth. The force of your aura spreads across the room, pressing on the air and making it hard to inhale, your father wouldn't notice, and if he does, you can't give a shit, it's not like a little fun would ruin everything for him. Even if you foolishly wish from the bottom of your beaten heart that it just would.

---

Proud hands on your shoulders, a threatening smile to your lips.

You set beside the marble railing. The house is empty and dark just as it's large and deserted. The months killed the parties and the gatherings and Claw and everything that had to do with it. You're free of professional leashes and stupid obligations, yet you wonder if something inside of you got killed along everything else.

Proud hands on your shoulders, the same hands around your throat.

You wonder how long you will keep on bleeding for all the things you can do.

#Ok now i die #this took so much out me oh my GOD #but im so happy with it #Shou is just so #hurt and hurting #and it translates into so much other negative emtions #it always did and still does #even after claw is over #he just???? doesn't recover yhat easily and it hurts me but it's real #grips my head #plz ask me if you need this tagged in a way #ask to tag / #also writing in 2nd person pov made me SOOOOO HAPPY #it's so satisfying in a way #plz tell me if you liked this ajdbjshdjxbx BUE #bye* #⤷ ᯽･ﾟ: 鈴木将 | in character. #long post /

[sangfielle]

stop hes wrong abt the qunari too

#grips my head #personal

[sanfielle]

im ltierally the ultimate resident evil guy. well me and my mutuasl. we get it we GET IT do you understand me. AM I MKAING SENSE

#grips my head

[marceremade]

​Whatever. i will never post about [returning fixation] like a fan just as a very disgruntled old man

#grips my head #📼

[gimmic-ky]

Where in shaded citadel find eggbug where find lilypuck I WANT TO LEAVE SHADED CITADEL. PLEASE.

#i can probably craft the lilypuck if i get lucky but #grips my head #i had a really embarrassing freak out in citadel so i kinda wanna get out kf there... #i might just get them later cuz i wanna get ouuuut

[crabussy]

hey other systems, would recommend steering clear of user eruruu, it seems to have been convinced by their psychiatrist(s) that DID is mostly delusion and only consists of heightened trauma states and dissociation. it came onto my post about how to support loved ones who are systems with a massive spiel explaining extremely out of date understandings of DID, finishing it off with an outdated article from the late 1900s-early 2000s containing many misconceptions about the disorder as a whole. I'd suggest blocking it, don't interact or send hate, I think it's been convinced of these things by professionals trying to make the disorder less "scary" or "unusual". just block and move on.

#osdd #did #system #GUH. I'm about to become the killer #grips my head #very worked up over this I love being told that our existences are just delusions and that all of us don't actually exist #it fucks you up!!! hearing that it fucks you up!!!!! #I've been in therapy for multiple years!!! talked to my therapist and psychiatrist about this and they both agree I have OSDD!!!! #my therapist treats the others like their own people and takes me seriously!!!! #I am going to KILL

[enkephalin3]

there us severe weather worning and im thinking abiut hot hairy wamenv holding me because i am sfraid and quicer ing and tiny like a purse dog. get in my lrvel SUCKA

#sorry likedor this past 2 month ive been thinking fucked up gay thoughrs and i accidentally them onto release on ny frjends. bearers of t #of the curse. i love wamen who are hairy and strong i love wamen i love wamen i love wamen i l #grips my head

[nanamimizz]

okay. it’s posted its about to 5 am im going to bed

#lamb.talks #grips my head

[ink-yy]

i can fix garten of banban i can FIX IT

#chitchat #GRIPS MY HEAD

[wysteriadelights]

💀💀💀💀

#wheel me away boys #how can i forget.... #my mind AUUGH.... #GRIPS MY HEAD #WHY CANT I REMEMBER MY PAAAAST