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#slight vent
lightofthemoon19 · 3 months
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fusion is not "killing" alters. it's a form of healing. im so fucking tired. i know everyone's experiences with it are different but i need people to understand there is nothing wrong with pursuing final fusion as a system. even if it's not what you or your system want, you're allowed to have your reasons for that but please stop spreading this narrative and this rhetoric that alters fusing is this terrible thing, it's literally a sign of healing.
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morinuu · 4 months
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❊|yuuji x ocd!reader. tw: mention of intrusive thoughts, 527 words, just a comfort/vent thing i wrote bc if anyone knows what it's like to have pure and raw evil in your head it's him. sending love to all my ocd girlies out there
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bf!yuuji is protective over you despite knowing very well you're a strong woman and enroll jujutsu just as he does. he can't help it, you're adorable in his eyes so babying you is a regular occurrence. and yet...
bf!yuuji opens up to you about how horrible it actually feels to share a body with a curse like sukuna. he always makes it seem like he's fine with it, like his life has gone on like normal, but the truth is it's mentally scarring in multiple ways. "sukuna is constantly lurking," he tells you, "and he just says... fucked up shit sometimes." he shares with you the incredible guilt that weighs on his chest whenever sukuna acts perverted or violent, how he blames himself for it because it's happening in his body, even though he knows that technically none of it is his fault.
bf!yuuji who tells you he feels incredibly tired and lonely, even with his girlfriend and precious friends by his side. it feels lonely yet crowded in his head and he can't stand the fear that one day he'll lose control of his body entirely.
bf!yuuji who shares with you that even though he's protective and wants to shield you, he's more scared of himself than anything. he's horrified of hurting you, his friends, his teachers.
bf!yuuji who thinks it's cute when you say you understand him - thinking you're just trying to comfort him and failing, but then is actually shocked when you reveal your disorder to him.
bf!yuuji who hugs you as tightly as he can when he realises you feel the exact fucking same as him, despite there being different reasons for it. he doesn't find it funny when you let out a dry laugh and joke "if you think sukuna's lurking in your brain now, wait for the years to come."
bf!yuuji who wants to keep you caged in his arms and comfort you forever when you confess your occasional false (and lack of) memories, and is moved when you start tearing up for him, because in his brain, nobody else would understand. but now he knows it's nobody except his soulmate.
bf!yuuji who feels guilty that it comforts him to hear his lover share the same troubles, and closes his eyes to relax when you kiss his temple softly and whisper to him that "no matter what happens, you're not alone in this, yuuji. there are other people like us, even if they have different circumstances."
bf!yuuji who falls asleep next to you that night, his arms embracing you and both your legs tangled together, your faces dry and salty from crying and sobbing in each other's arms.
bf!yuuji who loves you so much he feels like bursting, and couldn't be happier to reveal all parts of himself to you, trusting you with his heart and soul and not caring if you want to crush it or cherish it.
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davidthephoneguy · 2 months
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Kinito's just not makin me feel good like he normally does today
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ft. drawing with kinito
kinito sadly does not solve writers block
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0spookymoth0 · 3 months
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The desire to step out of my human form as some grotesque eldritch nightmare and scuttle away into the darkness is strong tonight 😮‍💨
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4d-teevee · 6 months
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a little dump of various things
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twodragonspirits · 3 months
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This is for @calcium-cat!
Unfortunately, I found myself in a rainy sort of mood and did a little bit of young Dream being remorseful (in reference to Chapter 12 of OSD).
I pulled the lyrics from “I’ll be Good” by Jaymes Young. I’m not sure how anyone else thinks, but I think it suits the OSD apple twins very well—especially with the two most recent chapters!
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But during class earlier, I was too tempted and started attempting—keyword, attempting—to draw a little dragon Dream for an idea I mentioned in a reblog of Cal’s recent New Years post. I hope you like him!!
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Also, most of these were in my Rocketbook, ahaha…
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scarletspider-lily · 9 months
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the isolation of still being in christian spaces (without a choice) and knowing you do not believe is... insane, honestly, something i wish more people knew about. because its not just being in church that feels isolating, it extends to the outside world.
anyone you talk to in your church obviously doesnt understand you. you constantly need to police your words around them to avoid saying something "sinful" or anything that can be read as liberal in any way. the mask must stay on at all times, and then when you're away from that space, you need to slowly adjust and become yourself again, somehow.
and in secular spaces, people just dont get it. which isnt always their fault! its just hard to explain to people who mean well, why "ill pray for you" sets you off and makes your heart race and makes you shudder. "why dont you love your family?? not even your sibling? damn." you see a coworker wearing a shirt with a bible verse on it, and run through several calculations in your head, none of them ending up anywhere because you distance yourself from said coworker, even though you know you should be talking to them before coming to conclusions. "hey, please stop talking about (criticizing) religion, its a bit of a controversial topic here. hope all that church stuff gets better soon though!" your friends do not understand what you are venting about, though they try their hardest.
you try so hard to find people who have left religions and/or cults in the real world. all you seem to be finding are people who are still in them, or people who have never come close to having an experience you have.
not to mention this all becomes approximately 100 times worse if you're queer.
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zephyrdagonheart · 9 months
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Some days, it feels like enjoying Destiny, flaws and all, is wrong.
It feels like if you don't have ANYTHING negative to say about the game, you're wrong.
God forbid if it's something that is universally hated in the community, like Gambit or Lightfall.
"Why do you like [insert character]? They're poorly written." I like how they're written, and it works with how Destiny is telling it's story.
"The story is a jumbled mess." And? You won't be spoonfed everything in life, even in games. And it works for this story to be not spoonfed everything. It leaves you puzzling, and that's a good thing.
"[Game mode] is dumb! How the hell can you play it so much?" It's fun and engaging. It may not be to you, but it is to me, what's the problem with that?
Every day, I ask myself why I keep playing Destiny. And the answer is simple: I like the game.
And every day, I feel like that answer is the wrong thing to say and believe. That I HAVE to have something I don't like about it. And I don't have anything about Destiny I don't like.
Is it that hard to ask for people to just enjoy a game and let it's developers work? Yes. Apparently it is. And I'm sorry for expecting better out of this community.
Okay I'll shut up now.
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One of the struggles with being aromantic is living in a world that prioritizes romance above all other relationships. The reality that many people do not see friendship the way you do. To you, friendship might be something you see lasting for a majority of your life. Or at least is meant to. To them, friendship is something replaceable and temporary. They focus on romance, cause thats the one that 'really' matters. Romantic partners are the only life partners.
You see everyone move on without you, while you're still stuck to their fading memory.
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wybss11 · 3 months
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A while ago, I was filling a form out and there was a page asking if I was disabled or not. My mother stated I wasn’t, which had me wondering,, am I disabled? Despite having multiple diagnosis within my physical and mental functions, I still couldn’t get myself to think I was disabled.
Just thinking about it, I know they’re people out there who think they aren’t “disabled “ enough to call themselves.. well disabled. Any chronic illness counts as a disability, mentally or physically. If there is a chronic illness that limits a function in your body, it’s a disability. But really the moral of the post is that, don’t be afraid to call yourself disabled, or use your mobility aid to help you get around. It’s okay to tell your peers and friends about accommodations so you can have an easier time doing a task, or out and about to an event.
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cemetery-slvt · 2 months
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i cant do this. i cant deny you. i cant deny myself. i’m so pathetic im sorry im sorry im sorry. you deserve better — i know. i’m sorry im in love with you. i can’t help it i didn’t mean to. i didn’t mean to ruin this.
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glitchyk · 9 days
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Important.
Bad news. To my mutuals, or anyone that follows me… my dad is planning on taking away my phone, for good, since I had shitty grades last quarter. He told me that I only have a day to get all my important stuff off of my phone, and he said he’s going to take it before our road trip tomorrow at around 4.
Unless I somehow get him to change his mind, I’m cut off. I don’t have a laptop or anything else to talk through, so if he does— when he does take it, I’m going to be cut off.
And since it’s not just the app or anything, it’s my whole phone, I won’t be able to talk to any of you, in any way. I’m sorry, but…
I don’t have control over it.
Theres literally nothing I could do to sway him, I know that for a fact, so unfortunately I know this is going to happen.
I would tag my mutuals so they’d see it immediately, but I don’t want them to feel like they have to say something.
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canis-latranz · 6 months
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these photos hit home for some reason. Like yes that's where I should be not in this stupid dorm
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like why couldn't i be there instead of here
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torra-does-stuff · 2 months
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hey y'all I'm feeling hella down- i need some of y'all's cutest enot/inv art
any
fluffy stuff
writing is art too btw
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lenny-zesty · 13 days
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in a constant cycle of “I NEED to talk to someone or I will Explode” and “I need to go to shut up forever land im bothering people”
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lesbianoms · 6 months
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Preybrain
I need to be eaten.
I want so desperately to be eaten by a beautiful, tender pred woman and to be kept as her bellypet for as long as it takes me to feel good again.
College is fun but it’s also stressful. I’m tired. Unmotivated. Sad. I wish it would all go away, wish that I could think about my favorite things and my comfort characters in peace without a million other anxiety-inducing thoughts festering in the back of my head.
Food doesn’t need to think.
Food needs to just sit and slosh around inside a stomach after it’s eaten. Food can just be stewing in warm, gooey liquids forever, completely content, not knowing or caring the difference between the bone-dryness of the world it left behind and the wet, moist haven of this new one…
I’d be so good for her. I’d be such a good little meal for my pred as she stripped me naked and swallowed me. I’d squirm in delight as I slid down her throat into her waiting belly— which, upon my arrival, would stretch and sag and groan with a resonant satisfaction, squishing up against my curled form.
All of my responsibilities extinguished with a loud and gassy belch, bubbling up from the gut of my pred. This is her way of reassuring me; I am no longer a person with thoughts or feelings.
I am hers. Just for a while.
Didn’t get much sleep last night. Can’t write my comfort ships, can’t keep up with assignments.
In a belly, I could sleep forever.
Her stomach would rock me into submission, under a blanket of fizzy drinks and softened lunch and the gurgly soup of digestive juices that keep my mind and muscles at ease.
I’d probably spend most of my time in there sleeping, to be honest… every waking moment in that tum, the full-body orgasms from overstimulation would eventually tire me out… and when my devourer patted her stomach to rouse me conscious again, the cycle would repeat…
There would only be two feelings I’d experience down in that squelchy, churning cavern of peace: warmth and pleasure
There would be no expectations to get anything done. All that’s expected of me now is to be a filling weight inside of my pred. A wiggling lump surrounded by my owner’s noisy tum.
I want this so badly. Someone please, help me. Heal me. Repair my soul with your stomach, until I can be me again.
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