#I don’t want to do this anymore

[cedar2bug]

#bpd #complex ptsd #living with bpd #mental illness #mental breakdown #when will the pain end #i don’t want to do this anymore #self h@rm #why why why #depressing shit

[jad3s1]

Yan! Miguel O’Hara x daughter! Reader

Summary ; you were from earth 2199, you and your father were living peacefully. Until your father from earth 2099 came to take you back home. It didn’t matter to him if you wanted to or not.

Warnings! Yandere / dark themes , bad writing , description of gore, Google translated Spanish , use of y/n (like once or twice idk), reader is 13 , and this is really short…sorry💪🏻🤨

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You were sleeping peacefully in your father’s arms, he had came home from work a few hours ago and now the two of you were curled up in your bed. Even if you were a teenager, you and your father had a strong bond.

A portal opens opens in your quiet room, a 6’5 figure stepped out. Miguel O’Hara. He walked up to you’re bed, staring down at your dad with an almost feral look. Then looking at you his face softened, he then carefully picked you up and placed you in your own pillow. Looking back at your dad, which was just a different happier version of him. Miguel’s claw extended and he placed it directly too your fathers neck, dragging it across his neck the blood spilling and the sound of your father choking on his own blood woke you up.

Staring in horror at the tall masked man who just killed your father. “mi dulce hija, you are safe now.” The man tried to comfort you, backing up you hit the wall as tears we’re completely fading your vision. “Get away you monster!” You yelled out. Your words hurt him deeply.

Miguel grabbed your ankle and dragged you back to him, he pulled of his mask and he looked exactly like your now dead father. Crying out even harder you also held a confused expression, he leaned over your neck and bit into you. It felt almost like a vaccine you would get at the doctors, feeling your body starting to go limp as you were still awake was scary.

“I’m just bringing you home, mi belleza.” Miguel picked up your limp body like it was nothing, holding a hand across your back and one under your legs as the portal opened again and he walked in with you in his arms

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It had been a few weeks, and you were still resting him. he had gotten fed up,Leading up to an argument.

“Why can’t you let me go! I’m not your daughter!” You yelled, you were both standing in the living room. “Because! I lost you once. And I fucking refuse to lose you again. You don’t know how long I’ve had to stare at a screen while watching some other version of me get to love you like I did. I’ve missed you for 5 years. You are still my daughter and I won’t let you leave.” There was a silence before he spoke again sternly “go to your room and don’t come back out until I tell you too.”

There was no use in fighting him on this. A little while afterwards you were laying in bed,curled into a fetal position. you heard a nock on your door, before Miguel opened it softly. “¿Mi vida? Are you okay? Listen I’m sorry I yelled, but I need you to understand why I’m doing this… it’s for your own good.” He spoke gently.

You stayed silent with your back turned, “y/n. You can’t ignore me forever.” He said, still calmly but he seemed like he was about to start yelling..Still no answer. Before he was about to yell, quiet sniffles erupted. Miguel sighed and walked over to your bed.

Sitting down on your bed he comfortingly pats your shoulder, “ I’ve never lied to you.” Miguel spoke firmly. “ well- “ you started off, “that’s not true —I’ve had you lie to me before many times.” Miguel only looked at you before repeating, harsher this time. “ I have never lied to you.” he said“ well that’s not true, what about when you said i could go back to my original dad” your eyebrows furrowed as you spoke.

“ I’ve been wrong ,but I’ve never lied to you , I love you mi hija” Miguel answered with his hand on your shoulder, finally turning to face him you sit up and stare at him for a few seconds. You throw yourself at him in a hug, he catches you and hold you tightly as you burry your head in his neck/shoulder. Muttering apologies as you hold onto him as tightly as you can, he pets your hair. “Shhhh it’s okay mi vida.”

That would have been comforting, if there wasn’t a sick grin on his face.

#yandere #yandere miguel o'hara #fanfiction #fiction #i don’t want to do this anymore #yandere fic #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #x reader #platonic x reader

[pancakehouse]

the mast of a boat a silver parachute mags laughing a pink sky beetees trident annie in her wedding dress waves breaking over rocks .. and then it’s—

#i don’t want to DO THIS ANYMORE #thg

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober day 24 — “I don’t want to do this anymore”

This prompt gave me so much grief my mind was SO blank, I don’t even know how I ended up with this

Albw Link has nightmares/prophetic dreams, as do sksw Link and oot Link. Meaning Legend, Sky, and Time have all had prophetic dreams at least once in their lives. Interesting, huh?

Anyways I’ve never written Ravio before, I hope I did him justice :)

No warnings.

Ao3 link

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Ravio enjoyed seeing Link’s new traveling companions whenever they came around.

Really, he did. And it wasn’t just because a few of them were gullible enough to buy items from him that weren’t worth nearly as many rupees as he charged them.

As silly as it was to admit, he felt an odd connection with them, a sort of almost brotherly familiarity that he’d never felt with anyone aside from Link himself before. It wasn’t as strong, but it was there, and he’d puzzled over it for a while.

Once he got the “we’re all heroes named Link” explanation, it made a bit more sense.

But anyways, he truly liked Link’s fellow heroes. He always had a good time whenever they ended up at his shop (“my house,” Link would always snap, and Ravio would just grin), and greatly enjoyed their company.

He just didn’t like being forced to sleep halfway into a closet whenever they stayed the night.

Heroes were spilled into every corner of available floorspace in Link’s fairly-small house, tucked on the singular couch, and nestled around the tables. With so many people crammed inside, Link had decided Ravio could sleep in the other room, by the closet right next to the kitchen.

“Oh he doesn’t mind,” Link had said when someone had asked if Ravio was okay sleeping there. “I consider it payback for him sleeping in my bed when I’m not here.”

So Ravio slept halfway in the closet.

And due to the fact that he was halfway in a closet, he was having quite a bit of trouble falling asleep, the floor too hard, his blankets too hot. It took him forever, but he finally drifted off after way too long.

And then was woken a much too short amount of time later by Sheerow pecking his cheek.

“Wh’z’matter?” he mumbled, “prices’re half off on Wednesdays...” His bird pecked him again, but when Ravio didn’t stir, let out a concerned cheep before flying off somewhere.

Ravio let out a groan. There went any hope of getting at least a semi-decent night’s sleep.

He reluctantly got up, not looking at the clock (he didn’t even want to know how ridiculously early it likely was), as he peered around for where Sheerow had gone. A sound hit his ear, and Ravio tilted his head, trying to figure out what the soft noise was.

Crying.

Ravio froze, before peering cautiously into the main room of the house.

The hero closest to him, and slightly more out of the way than the others due to where the doorway was, was sitting up in his bedroll with his head pressed to his knees. Thick, shuddering breaths were coming from his direction, and Ravio felt something unpleasant roll in his stomach as the hero of the skies let out an almost-silent sob.

Sheerow hopped onto his arm, and Ravio looked down at him, the little bird cocking his head as if to say Well? Do something!

Ravio shook his head.

“Buddy, I can’t just go out there,” he whispered. “I don’t know what’s bothering him, I’ll— I’ll probably just make it worse.”

Sheerow almost seemed to roll his eyes, and after giving him a disappointed peck, zipping away and flying up to the crying hero’s shoulder.

He alighted on his arm, letting out a small chirrup, and Sky startled, raising his head and looking at the tiny bird. Sheerow chirped again, bonking his head against Sky’s tearstained cheek, and the man’s lip trembled as he raised a shaking finger to his feathers.

“Hey there,” he whispered in a wavering voice. “D-did I wake you up?“

Sheerow let out a peep, and lightly pecked Sky’s ear.

Sky let out a trembling laugh. “I guess so. S-sorry about that. It was a...”

He swallowed thickly, and somehow shrunk further into himself.

“Nightmare,” he got out eventually, voice so quiet Ravio could barely hear it.

Sky pressed his face back against his knees, and Sheerow settled himself down on his shoulder, watching quietly as Sky tugged the white blanket he had more tightly around his shoulders.

“I...”

Sky swallowed thickly, and Sheerow peeped again.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Sky whispered, head still buried in his knees. “I-I don’t— I don’t want to worry about them coming true. I don’t want to have to constantly wonder if they’re real or just nightmares, and I don’t want to have to keep trying to prevent them from coming true even though I know it’s impossible because if they’re prophetic they’re going to happen no matter what I do—“

Sky‘s words turned into a pained whine, which he quickly cut off into his knees.

He was silent for several long moments.

“I don’t think I can keep doing this,” he whispered, voice small and trembling.

Sheerow gave a quiet chirp, and nuzzled Sky’s face, gently nibbling his ear. Sky looked up at him, and stroked a finger along his feathers, Sheerow trilling gently.

The bird hopped from his shoulder to the top of Sky’s head, and began preening his hair, settling down with a contented chirp. Sky visibly relaxed at the action, almost like it was familiar to him, and Ravio still hesitated by the doorway, unsure of what to do.

He could just go back to bed. Go to sleep and pretend like he hadn’t been eavesdropping and hadn’t heard anything Sky had said.

But... despite how comforting Sheerow’s presence obviously was, Sky still looked miserable, eyes red, face tearstained and pale. He let out the occasional shudder, and Ravio swallowed, trying to draw up some courage.

He didn’t really have any, but despite that, he somehow managed to step into the room.

Sky’s ear twitched and he looked up at Ravio, blinking in surprise. He quickly snapped out of it though, clearing his throat and wiping his face on his sleeve, somehow managing to smooth his expression into one less distraught.

“Are you looking for your bird?” Sky whispered, voice still rather thick. “I think I must have woken him, I’m sorry.”

Ravio hesitated, then shook his head, walking closer.

“No, it’s um, it’s okay. I think he wanted to make sure you were okay, he’s warmed up to you quite a bit. He probably heard you, because you— um... yeah,” Ravio said elegantly.

He hesitated.

“Are you okay?” Ravio asked in a quiet voice, and Sky cleared his throat.

“Yes. Just some... some nightmares,” he replied in a whisper. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

Ravio shook his head, and sat down next to Sky, watching Sheerow mess with his hair.

“No, it was Sheerow who woke me,” he said with a huff, and his bird let out a smug peep. “He was... worried about you. Are you sure you’re really... um, okay?”

Sky sniffled, and rested his head back on his knees with a sigh.

“Sort of,” he whispered.

Ravio looked at him, and swallowed again. “They weren’t just nightmares... were they?” he asked in a nervous whisper. “Maybe something a bit more real?”

Sky stared at him, then nodded, wincing as Sheerow accidentally tugged on his hair a bit hard.

“How’d you know?” he asked quietly.

Ravio shrugged, fiddling with his sleeve. “Mr. Hero gets them sometimes,” he said. “Very rarely. But he... he does get them. I saw it happen once. You’re not alone with the prophetic dreams.”

Sky stared in surprise, and Ravio squirmed under his scrutiny, the hero’s blue eyes seeming to bore into him.

“He... he really gets them?” he asked in surprise, and Ravio nodded.

“Yeah. Don’t tell him I told you though, he... doesn’t like to advertise it,” Ravio said nervously, and Sky nodded. “He probably wouldn’t have even told me, but I happened to be around the one time.”

Sky looked thoughtful for a moment, and Sheerow hopped off his head, back onto his shoulder.

“How... does he deal with them?” Sky whispered, gently stroking Sheerow. “How does he know what’s real, what’s actually going to happen and what’s just... just a nightmare?”

Ravio sighed. “I honestly don’t know. He didn’t tell me much, just said they happened sometimes. I don’t think it was good, whatever it was, but he never told me what it was specifically about.”

Ravio shrugged, and patted Sky on the shoulder.

“You should try asking him about it. Or Princess Zelda, it’s common knowledge she has prophetic dreams.” He smiled at Sky, who still looked exhausted, but better. “Plus, if you’re all the same spirit or however that is, maybe you two aren’t the only ones who deal with them. Might be worth asking.”

Sky smiled, and Sheerow chirped.

“Thank you Ravio, you give good advice,” he said softly, and the merchant blushed.

“W-well I don’t know about that. I’m glad it helped though. My advice comes at a price though, fifty rupees please!” he declared with his customer-service grin.

Sky gave him an incredulous look, and Ravio gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

“...that was a joke.”

Sky smiled, and let out a small laugh of his own before cupping Sheerow in his palms and handing him back to Ravio.

“Thank you Ravio,” he said, and the merchant took back his bird, the little creature looking sleepy. “And thank you Sheerow. Good night.”

Ravio smiled. “Sleep well Mr. Chosen hero.”

Sky let out a laugh at the nickname, and Ravio went back to bed, not even minding as much that he’d been woken up.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu sky #lu ravio #lu fic #whumptober2022 #day 24 #i don’t want to do this anymore #writing from the floor #projecting the lack of space in my house onto ravio hah #one time we went to the beach and two of my siblings slept in actual closets #also projecting my occasional horrific dreams that are enough within the realm of possibility that I wonder if they might actually happen #hah... yeah. anyways

[bollylion]

What is so frustrating about being high masking is that no one believes I’m disabled.

Yes, I can banter and make small talk all the live long day with you, but I also cry myself to sleep from exhaustion.

Yes, I am the articulate Black token of your dreams, but I am also a middle to high support needs autistic that can only safely unmask at home.

I have a plethora of diagnoses that seems to increase everyday, but no one sees that. Instead, I’m told that, “You don’t look autistic!” as if it’s a compliment. More often than not, I am denied support services because I’m so intelligent and can’t possibly need help.

And the worst part of all is that so often I believe them. I believe I don’t deserve help. I believe my struggles are a moral failing on my part. I believe that I deserve to rot in my sorrow as if it wasn’t them who left me here.

I’m just so tired.

#neurodivergent #autistic black women #autism #autistic #neurodiverse #actuallyautistic #rant #im cryin #it huuuurts #im crying #i don’t want to do this anymore #i don’t want to get up #i don’t want to feel like this anymore #masking #high masking

[glttr-bby]

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#my dating life has been so shit the past couple of years that last night I had a panic attack because I like someone #😐 #full blown #speaking to the void #i don’t want to do this anymore

[fredersen]

i don’t want to be an artist anymore. i haven’t enjoyed making art in months.

#i don’t want to do this anymore

[wirunddieundich]

„I Dont care anymore about u, do u know why ?, because u planned more than i knew…“

Wirunddieundich

#wirunddieundich #tumblr #liebe #leben #deutsche sprüche #gedanken #wahre gefühle #beziehung #einsam #zitat #i don’t want to do this anymore #be careful #who cares #i dont understand #i dont care

[insideherworld]

honestly

i really don’t know why i’m sad

i’ve came to terms with my trauma

finally at peace with my problems

but the void has yet to leave

why can’t you just leave me alone..

#insideherworld

#help im going insane #mentally tired #depressing shit #tw self destruction #i don’t want to do this anymore #quotes #words typed #do you get it #alone with my thoughts #spilled heart #my art #the world is on fire

[poetryslit]

Is it attention seeking, or a cry for help?

Whatever it is you’re still not listening to me

I don’t understand why you’re sad, because you never tell me

But I need you, even if you don’t need me, I need you

Maybe I’m attention seeking, maybe I’m stupid, maybe I’m just not getting the message but

Neither are you, please help me

#this is a cry for attention #this is a cry for help #sorry for being depressing #nobody wants me #poetry #i love poetry #poetry on tumblr #poems #short poems #sad poems #depressing shit #shitty poem #i don’t want to do this anymore #i don’t care #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? #mummy issues #why does she do this

[southbeforethewinter]

I am so….profoundly….lonely.

I just want to matter…

#depression #personal #tired #alone #I don’t even matter to myself #I don’t want to do this anymore

[cedar2bug]

Streams of red run down the curves of my legs

Spreading across my feet

Between my toes

Turning pink down the shower drain

It’s not enough

Never enough

I’ll never be clean of this ‘thing’ inside me

Clawing at me

Trying to break free

I want it to break free

The streams of red are supposed to help

They never do

Now bubbly red streams slide down

Soapy red bubbles

Soapy pink bubbles glide down the shower drain

#bpd #complex ptsd #mental illness #self h@rm #i don’t want to do this anymore #depressing shit #i don’t know how much longer i can do this #please make it stop #cvutting #fresh cvts #sad poem #tw depression #life shouldn’t be this hard

[lavender-femme]

having a REALLY bad time tonight

this is NOT sexy but you’re my friends in my phone and i need some people to send me a lot of love rn bc i just don’t wanna do this shit anymore

this week (Thursday) it’ll be one year since [redacted] tore my heart to shreds and i am not doing well with it

i just keep thinking about how everything was fine and we did date night and then three days later she just didn’t want me. and there was absolutely nothing i could do about it. and yeah sure she’s shown me over the last year since just how much she doesn’t care about me but god i thought she did. and i love[d] her so so much and i know that’s exactly why it hurts this deeply but i just wish it didn’t

thursday it’ll have been a year since i last heard her voice outside of my dreams where she’s shown up without me inviting her. and that hurts so fucking much.

none of this is as coherent as i want it to be but all i know is i was just sobbing in my car unable to breathe because it’s been a year since i thought she loved me. it’s been over a year since i was held. it’s been a year since it all happened and i just don’t wanna do this anymore.

#i’m talking #broken petals #i don’t want to do this anymore #please please please send every ounce of love you have #i can’t keep doing this

[massivedrickhead]

The sadness just fucking has me in its claws and won’t let go

#i’m fucking exhausted #I don’t want to do this anymore

[kitttykgs]

anyone else just sad and miserable all the fucking time ahahha

#like even when i think it gets better it just gets fucking worse every single time #i don’t want to do this anymore #tw depressing thoughts #tw s3lf harm #tw self destruction #tw depression #su1c1dal #tw su1cide

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2022

NO. 24 - FIGHT, FLIGHT, OR FREEZE

Blood Covered Hands | “I don’t want to do this anymore” | Catatonic

Continued from here, this is the final piece of this series.

Taglist: @painful-pooch

Contains: lady whump, aftermath of corporal punishment, blood, non-sexual partial nudity, mild gore, burns, implied parental death

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Somehow, once she’s conscious again, she manages to get up, find her bodice and put it back on, stumble to the Commander’s tent, give her report, and make it to her own tent. Or at least, she assumes she did, because she’s in her tent now with her bodice on, and she has a vague recollection of her father’s frown from behind his desk.

Her back is on fire. Shaking hands grasp at the fabric of her bodice once more, pulling it slowly and carefully up over her head. The open wounds stretch and pull with the movement. Bits of the blood have dried, and it feels like her skin is ripping as the material comes unstuck.

Time skips, and she’s looking down at the bodice, bunched up in her hands. She drops it to the ground and turns her palms up to stare at them. They’re stained with old and new blood. Her own blood.

Her head spins, and the next thing she knows she’s lying on her side on her bed, cradling her bloody hands to her chest. She stares straight ahead at the canvas wall of the tent, unseeing, while the pain washes over her.

Her back burns. Each of the twenty new stripes is a line of fire across her skin. Her ribs still burn, too, that wedge-shaped patch of skin marred by her own hand. And underneath it all, the scar on her shoulder burns. If she focuses on it, images of flames and the sound of screams flash through her mind.

She squeezes her eyes shut. Tears that haven’t been shed in many, many years constrict her throat. “Mera,” she whispers. “I miss you. So much. I…” Her breath shudders into her lungs, tugging at the lashes, and her voice breaks. “I-I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Gritting her teeth, she rides out the wave of grief and shame until she can speak again. “But I’ll keep doing it. For you. For all of them.”

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Mera = mother

Kamaria Masterlist

#whumptober2022 #no.24 #blood covered hands #I don’t want to do this anymore #original content #fic #lady whump #lady whumpee #blood #mild gore #burns #implied parental death #kamaria the assassin #ficlet #drabble #whump writing