#the mentally ill be upon ye

[lucafuwafuwa24]

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#rocko's modern life #my art #bucktooth goat #I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAG THIS #rocko's modern life bucktooth goat #doug lawrence #it's his self insert or smth #mr lawrence #sketch #tw self harm #cw #self harm mention #tw #uhhh #the mentally ill be upon ye #just my personal hc

[imviotrash]

Wishing an underaged character you don't like would get abused is not the hot take y'all think it is...

#I feel like some of you dont understand the character arcs of Ciel and Alois.... #Child abuse shouldn't happen AT ALL #Not just to kids you deem as deserving of not being abused #yes Maurice is a little shit but wishing absue (especially SA?!) upon him is crazy #Maurice is an awful character and his actions shouldn't be excused #but I think its important to take a closer look at certain behavioural patterns he displays #a character doesn't have to be abused on screen for shock value for you to understand that they are mentally ill or unwell #vio speaks #maurice cole

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[autumnfangirler]

actually ive decided yall are getting more of them

my favourite piece of these two girlfriends ft. rough linework and deeply inaccurate height differences because i couldnt be bothered with either

#she illness on my mental till i draw #alice #shanaya #this is from months ago and i still love it #but it Did also skew my spotify wrapped that year because i just kept playing meteor showers on loop while making it #i might redraw this when i redo their designs #shanaya is in desperate need of a redesign #and i love alice silhouette but theres too much red i think 😔 #anyway. woe green and red lesbian pirates be upon ye

[iwowzumi]

powerful, clever, and good-hearted characters that are seen as untrustworthy or unstable due to paranoia and/or destructive behavior patterns forced by external circumstances my beloved

#shaking characters that mimic ‘destructive’ mental illness symptoms by the shoulders I LOVE YOU!!!!!!! #paranoid characters I LOVE YOU!!!!!! #jonathan sims #harrowhark nonagesimus #ronan lynch #and yes. believe it or not: #nagito komaeda #bestows upon my fav characters with the highest honor: OCD diagnosis #syd text

[maraschinotopped]

original post

#nebula and quasar #[cherry on top] #rahhhhh this didnt turn out. as good as i wanted it to be #but honestly i need this idea Out of my head #bc i need to start clearing out my fixtation shitpost queue or i think ill explode! (mentally) #so im posting it anyway. #anyways. woe naq tumblr shitpost be upon ye #also look at my cephla + pokie designs !!! #i really like how i drew them here....

[dickytwister]

OC KISS WEEK DAY 1 prompt: almost ocs: emmanuel marshall/maddox callaghan word count: 1553

The week had been long, exhaustingly so. Yet, instead of climbing the stairs from the bakery to his apartment, Emmanuel found himself standing in Maddox’s kitchen. He hadn’t planned on this, hadn’t planned on intruding in Maddox’s space, but the latter had shown up at the bakery with a smile on his face and an offer to spend the evening together to unwind and Emmanuel hadn’t had the will nor the desire to refuse.

“Rough day?” came Maddox’s voice from the hallway seconds before the man joined him in the kitchen, carrying with him a sealed bottle of red wine—not Emmanuel’s favourite, far from it, but after busting his ass for an entire week without break, he wasn’t going to snub any kind of wine, especially when it was so graciously proposed.

With a tired scoff, Emmanuel nodded, leaning heavily against the edge of the marble counter top.

“That is one way to put it, yes,” he replied wearily. He ran a hand over his face, the week’s fatigue seemingly crashing into him before he’d even gotten a taste of the alcohol. “Though I wouldn’t want to burden you with it.”

“You know I wouldn’t mind.” Along with the words, Maddox poured wine in two wine glasses, though his eyes scarcely left Emmanuel’s. There was a smile on his face still, pretty pink lips curled into a relaxed curve, and he seemed to glow underneath the kitchen’s dimmed lights.

Another scoff, this one for the sole purpose of concealing the flush rising on Emmanuel’s cheeks. With a shake of his head, he went on.

“Thank you. I mean– for this.” For the wine, he wanted to say. For pulling him away from his gloomy apartment for one night. For his friendship, his heart yearned to scream, for believing in him when fate would have had it otherwise. For giving him a chance where no one in their right mind would have. Instead, he reached for a glass and rolls the stem between two fingers, suddenly extremely taken by the swirling of the red wine. “All of it.”

“You know I’d do it again,” Maddox hummed, then gently touched his fingers to Emmanuel’s wrist, the touch both electrifying and grounding. “All of it.”

And Emmanuel, despite being a mind-reader, didn’t need to be one to know Maddox was speaking only the truth. Which didn’t make it any easier to accept his words; he’d done so much for Emmanuel already, had literally saved his life and given him a safe haven when his abilities proved to be too much for him to bear, and Emmanuel had yet to repay him in any way. That a man so selfless as Maddox would see anything worth fighting for in him was beyond him.

The fingers on his wrist moved to his arm, where they squeezed his bicep lightly, as if to pull him from his thoughts– and when Emmanuel looked up from his wine and into Maddox’s eyes, he knew that Maddox could see right through him. 

“You don’t owe me anything,” Maddox reassured, as if he were the telepath, as if he’d heard every single thought Emmanuel had had since he first walked into Maddox’s house. Before Emmanuel could retort, the other squeezed his arm again, this time just enough to pinch slightly. “Emmie. You. Owe. Me. Nothing.”

“But I do!” Emmanuel contested—whined, nearly, tone high and needy, desperate to give back where he’d so selfishly taken from Maddox. “You’ve done– so much for me. I just– I can’t keep leeching off you like this, Maddie. It’s not healthy. For either of us.”

“You want to pay me back?” Gone was the softness in Maddox’s voice, replaced instead by an edge, a challenge. “You want to compensate me?”

Emmanuel grew quiet. Unsure. Fingers tight around the stem of his glass. Waiting–

Until the smile found Maddox’s face again and he put down his own glass before turning to Emmanuel and extending one hand with his palm facing up. 

“Then dance with me.”

A few seconds of silence followed as Emmanuel took in the words.

“You want to… dance?” he asked hesitantly, as though Maddox had just asked him to climb Mount Everest whilst naked. “With me?”

Maddox chuckled and nodded, his hand still held forward in waiting. Emmanuel had no doubt that Maddox would hold his hand out forever if he needed to, ever patient when it came to him.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

Because they hadn’t danced before, Emmanuel thought. Because the most physical contact they’d had prior to Maddox’s fingers on his wrist earlier had come from a place of worry rather than want. Because, if they were to dance, if he were to wrap his arms around Maddox’s shoulders and feel his palms on his waist, Emmanuel knew without a doubt that he’d combust on the spot.

“I can’t dance.”

“I’ll teach you.”

“There’s no music.”

To that, Maddox began to hum under his breath. Emmanuel couldn’t recognize the melody, but he rolled his eyes nonetheless, amused and nervous in equal parts. 

When his gaze then found Maddox’s unwavering one, Emmanuel could find no ill-intent in those blue eyes, nor could he find any other reason to refuse when he focused his mind past Maddox’s barriers and into the depths of his soul. So with a stuttering breath, Emmanuel drank the rest of his wine, put down the empty glass and cautiously reached for Maddox’s hand.

Slowly, as if to allow him to step away if need be—as if Emmanuel could ever step away, as if he’d ever want to—, Maddox pulled him closer, until their chests were mere inches apart and his free hand could freely slither around the curve of Emmanuel’s waist and settle into the divot of his lower back. Instinctively, and perhaps remembering the lessons he’d been taught as a child, Emmanuel reached up with his own free hand and laid it down lightly on Maddox’s shoulder; he had to stop himself from clinging to him like a lifeline, the situation causing his legs to weaken and his knees to buckle.

From this close, Emmanuel could nearly feel the vibrations coming from Maddox’s chest as he kept on humming, could definitely feel his breath on his cheek when Maddox led him into the first steps of a simple waltz. They hit the kitchen island a few times, Emmanuel’s elbow caught the glasses twice and Maddox interrupted himself in his song to giggle at each misstep, but neither stopped as they slowly danced across the space of the kitchen and into the spacious living room.

“You’re doing great,” Maddox praised between two steps. His smile looked even brighter from up close. Emmanuel hoped the other couldn’t feel the way his heart thumped loudly in his chest. “Ready for a spin?”

Emmanuel shook his head. Vehemently.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“It’s easy.”

“Maddie–”

“Trust me?”

Always. Emmanuel sighed and nodded.

He’d never been very agile. As a child, he’d often find himself tripping on his own feet or scraping his knees after stepping over a curb. Even as he’d grown, he’d run into lampposts and street signs, distracted by the constant buzzing of thoughts surrounding him. 

So it was no surprise when, upon being spun around, his foot got caught in his own leg and he went pummelling down, pulling with him a very surprised and completely unprepared Maddox.

Emmanuel fell on the couch with a loud screech that he would later deny ever making. Above him, Maddox kept himself from crushing him with an arm propping himself up next to Emmanuel’s face. 

Yet, despite their best efforts, their faces ended up only a few inches from each other, their breaths warm on each other’s face, and Emmanuel could hear every single thought that ran through Maddox’s mind, ranging from oh no oh god oh shit to i never want to get up again. It was dizzying, as Maddox’s thoughts always were, but to know– again, without a doubt, that there was more to them, more to this, left Emmanuel reeling, unsure whether to lean in for more or step away to keep his own mind safe from the yearning oozing from Maddox like blood from a wound.

They stayed like this for too long, staring into each other’s eyes, waiting fro something, anything to happen. Holding their breaths. 

Maddox was only inches away. If Emmanuel were to lean closer–

With his elbow, he pushed himself up slightly, just enough for his nose to graze Maddox’s and, when their lips were just about to touch, he turned his head to the side and pressed a brief kiss to the other’s cheek. It was fleeting, shy, had Emmanuel’s own cheeks flaming in a matter of seconds, had him wondering immediately if he’d gone too far, if he’d been too fast– but Maddox’s mind was wordless, filled with explosions of colours and feelings Emmanuel could feel seep beneath his own skin, and he pulled away with a small smile. 

Maddox stared at him, eyes wide, mouth agape, until Emmanuel shrugged himself off the couch and walked back to the kitchen with a glance backwards.

“Come on,” he called, “I want more of that expensive wine.”

He heard Maddox chuckle warmly behind him and his smile widened, his face red with the beating of his heart.

#ockiss24 #ockissweek #hi yes i am trying to write again. blorbos be upon ye #me when mentally ill guy with telepathy falls in love with most cheesiest man on earth 😍😍😍 #oc:emmanuel #oc:maddox #x: he's all and he's more

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[everysongineverykey]

seam deltarune meets the narrator and they sit in solemn silence for like. three days straight just saying nothing until finally one day the narrator meekly asks "do... do you think there's a world outside this one?" and seam says "i know there is. and i also know that if you try and reach out to it, claim it as your own... you'll miss, and you'll lose the world you have, too. but maybe, just maybe... a fate like his would still be better than the one i gave myself up to. hee hee hee... do you believe in hell, my omnipresent friend? i once knew of a man who almost found it... but as you would no doubt agree, it's rude to talk about someone who's always listening..." and then there is more silence as the narrator thinks oh no. Oh No

#the stanley parable #deltarune #god damn it you might get another crossover fic for this one. if i am mentally ill enough #anyways shoutout to norrie for placing seam and tsp side by side in my head and inspiring this post <3 #woe. tsp-utdr shenanigans be upon ye

[byanyan]

byan getting angry, sometimes to the point of violence, when someone tries to diagnose them in any capacity.

#yes even in a professional capacity when they're sitting with a psychiatrist #they are FINE. there is NOTHING wrong with them. #nothing they've been through has affected them deeply enough to affect their development or behaviour or thought processes or anything #they're not normal but they're not not normal in a mental illness kind of way okay???? #and their brain is wired the same way everyone else's is so shut the fuck up and take that back #by which i mean a lot of their appointments with counsellors and psychiatrists usually end in byan shouting or throwing things #or even biting someone or simply shutting down and refusing to cooperate #........it's actually fully possible they've been in a psych ward at some point i'm realizing now while i think about this & #also the fact that they have overdosed... it's actually probable and incredibly likely and idk how that hasn't occurred to me #before now. especially as someone who's spent time in a psych ward. #new thing to ponder upon for a bit ig even tho that wasn't the point of this post at all akjfhsd #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don't @ me. #overdose cw #i feel like the mention of that needs a tag but i'm not sure if anything else might :x

[asteria-argo]

taking suggestion of what quote to put in my silly little gratitude journal for today. Begging for them in fact. Please.

#it's a to do list/mindfulness journal #and it has a quote of the day section #and I don't want to think of one #it's mental health homework i've been perscribed so doctors can rule out “maybe your just stressed” as a reason for my debilitating illness #yes it's as stupid as it sounds #but I will be having fun with it just to spite them #so quotes be upon me please!

[scattered-winter]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @moonlightbuckleys !!!! sending u ALL the kisses and hugs in the whole world MWAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is. an oc story im rotating. actually. most of u don't have context for them. but regardless <3 here <3 (also wayyyy more than 7 sentences but SHHhhshhhh)

Missy hesitates, raises a hand to stop Kit before he can leave. He pauses, turns back. Missy is fiddling with a long blonde braid, not quite meeting his eyes.

“There’s, uh. Something I’ve been working on,” she says, and then she reaches for her cluttered work desk and picks up a bracelet. It has large, round black beads, with intricate detailing carved into each one. She holds it up for him to see.

“It’s…a bracelet,” Kit deadpans, raising his eyebrows at her. He’s used to Missy tinkering with odds and ends, and even more used to her showing him her creations, but he doesn’t quite get why she’s so nervous over something so small.

Missy hesitates, rubs the back of her neck. He’s never seen her this nervous. “Look…see, the thing is…I made it for you.”

He must look confused, because she rushes to explain herself. “I’ve been studying those power suppression cuffs the humans use on us,” she says quickly. “It’s fascinating how they work, really, but I was hoping to reverse-engineer them to work for…well. What I was hoping.”

She holds up the bracelet to study it with an analytical gaze. “I…don’t know if it works. But if it does…it can neutralize your powers, Kit.”

Kit just looks at her, not quite believing what she’s saying. “You…you mean…this can…take my powers away?” It almost sounds too good to be true, but at the same time…it’s a terrifying thought.

“No, not quite,” Missy explains. “Just…turn them off for a while. You can control whenever you want them off, and disable the bracelet whenever you need to use them. But while it’s on…well, in theory, it’ll temporarily take away your powers and all the…side effects.”

Kit doesn’t know what to say. He just looks at her, mouth agape, trying to process what she’s saying. He could…he could touch her. He could hug her, like he’s always wanted to do. He ached for it always, a literal throbbing underneath his skin whenever he watched the others hug, or lean into each other, or ruffle each other’s hair. The longing for it, for physical contact, was almost more painful than anything else he’d ever experienced.

And now Missy was here, saying she could help him.

Fuck, he wanted to hug her now more than ever.

Instead, he lets out a trembling exhale and says, “Does…does it work?”

“I haven’t tested it yet,” Missy admits. “I mean…there isn’t really a safe way to do that…but. I don’t know. I just…I wanted you to know that I’m working on it. I won’t stop until I’ve figured it out, I swear.”

Gingerly, she hands him the bracelet, and Kit is careful not to let his fingers brush hers, despite the fact that he’s wearing gloves.

“I think,” he says slowly, not even daring to hope, “I can maybe figure out a way to test it. Without anyone getting hurt.”

Missy grins at him, dark skin smudged with some kind of oil from one of her gadgets. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Kit hesitatingly smiles back and backs out of her workshop, knees wobbling. He isn’t quite sure how he makes it out into the hallway and up several flights of stairs to the very top floor, then the ladder up to the loft. To Ryker’s room.

He knocks softly on the trapdoor, and Ryker grunts an invitation. Kit sticks his head through the opening, and Ryker looks up from where he’s sunning himself on the floor, large wings spread wide to catch the sunlight streaming through the large skylight set into the roof.

“Hey, Kit. C’mon in.”

Kit climbs inside and carefully lowers the door closed behind him. Ryker shifts to a sitting position, black wings sweeping over the floor and coming to rest behind him.

Kit doesn’t know where to start. The bracelet is hanging from his grasp, cool and light, and Ryker is sitting in front of him in a beam of sunlight, so close but so incredibly far just like everyone else, and Kit doesn’t know how to cross the distance without hurting, without killing.

“Kit,” Ryker says, and it’s his soft voice, the one he uses when he’s trying to comfort one of the younger kids after a nightmare. “What’s going on?”

Kit swallows. He can do this. “Missy’s been working on a way to…to neutralize my powers,” he says, voice hitching involuntarily. “And the only way I can think of to test it without…without risking anyone getting hurt…”

Because Ryker is the only one who has touched him skin to skin and lived. Because his powers are unique, and his self-healing can keep up with Kit’s destruction, at least for a while.

It’s painful. Kit knows that. But it isn’t fatal, and that’s better than anything else.

He can see the moment Ryker understands why he’s come. “You need to test it on me,” he says.

Kit nods, barely able to draw in a full breath. He feels like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff, threatening to fall, and he can’t step back onto solid ground but he’s too afraid to take the plunge.

But Ryker just stretches out a hand, palm forward, fingers splayed, and just holds it there, in the space between them. And he just waits.

Kit draws in a shaking breath, slowly slips on the bracelet. He pinches a bead between his fingers, just as Missy had instructed, and twists it three ticks to the left. The carvings in the beads light up a cool, pale blue.

Then, with trembling fingers, Kit removes his gloves, one at a time. His fingers are pale, like the rest of his body probably is. He’s fairly sure his heart has stopped beating.

“Kit,” Ryker says, and Kit realizes he’s frozen up like a deer in headlights. “It’s okay,” Ryker continues, voice gentle. “We don’t need to—”

“No,” Kit manages to gasp. “I…I need to know.” If there’s a chance, if there’s hope, if he’ll ever find release.

Kit takes in a deep breath, squares his shoulders, and reaches forward. He’s moving in slow motion, swimming through syrup, as his hand slowly moves toward Ryker’s. Ryker doesn’t move, doesn’t try to reach for him. He just waits and lets Kit come to him.

Their fingers are a breath apart now, and Kit gathers his courage. He’s ready to pull away at the slightest sign of Ryker being hurt, at the slightest spark of his power surging into Ryker’s body. He reaches forward.

And their fingers brush against each other.

Kit pulls back immediately, in shock, in surprise, because he expected Ryker to flinch back, because that’s what always, always happened.

But there had been nothing. No spark of warmth, no crackle of fire in his veins. Kit slowly, cautiously presses the tips of his fingers to Ryker’s again, gauging his reaction for any indication that he needs to stop.

The only sign he gets is a smile, spreading slow and wide across Ryker’s face.

Kit keeps reaching, keeps moving, until their palms are flat against each other. Still, no burst of power, and Ryker is still smiling at him, so widely it must be hurting his cheeks.

Slowly, Ryker tangles their fingers, and their hands slot together like puzzle pieces.

And oh. His hands are rough, callused from battle, but they’re warm. It’s like everything Ryker had imagined, and at the same time it’s so, so much more.

He lets out a small laugh that cuts off into a hitched sob. Ryker is beaming at him, gently squeezing his hand, and Kit doesn’t know if he’s laughing more or crying as he squeezes back.

“It…it works,” he gasps through tears. “I…I didn’t think…” Then he gasps, sits up straighter as he remembers something important.

“What?” Ryker is looking at him in concern, their hands still tangled together, and Kit isn’t sure he ever wants to let go. “Are you okay?”

Kit stands, pulls Ryker up with him. “I need to go hug Missy,” he says, and Ryker grins.

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

tagging !! @soleadita and @xandromedan and @dauntingday and all my other writer friends!!!! and anyone else who wants to!!!!!!!!!!!!

#I JUST THINK THEYRE NEAT OK.... #ryker may seem like the more emotionally put together of the two. this is a lie <3 #between them they have every mental illness. btw. #also missy is my GIRL. blorbo of all time. i love her. #ANYWAY. WOE. OCS BE UPON YE. #oc tag #ryker (oc) #kit (oc) #missy (oc) #winter writes #seven sentence sunday #perceive me...pls.. #also fun fact but the doc this is from is titled ''xmen franchise wearing a mustache and sunglasses'' #its not vital to understanding this snippet but its funny. so <3

[thewiglesswonder]

🎫 Mac!

She has trouble with language after getting hit with the Data Cylinder’s contents. Like, Vosian is a notoriously hard language to even understand, it’s mostly made up of clicks and chirps and there’s a whole element of wing placement to go with it, just exhausting all around. Starscream will mutter something under his breath in Vosian and she’ll respond to it without thinking, because her brain doesn’t care that it’s not a language she can speak, just that she understands it. It’s a very confusing time for all involved.

#woe. mental illness be upon ye #love you eternally Mac #asks #tf #tfa #mackenzie adam

[strwbrymlkshake]

damn it's so depressing that I'd constantly be asking "do you still like me" "do you still love me" etc due to a decade of trauma and the reason he dumped me WAS because he did not love me anymore. that shit sad as hell

#mine #🎸 #i didnt really know where to put this but here i guess. woe mental illness be upon ye #yandere vent #bpd vent

[divinestrike]

look . the equivalence of love and safety okay . it gets to me ……

#i cant put it into words jsut know that i am mentally ill #two people who have grown upon experiencing way more pain than anyone ever should have who find each other and their relationship isn’t #‘normal’ or understood everyone else but they find ! safety! for the first time in their lives with each other !!! #the value of truth… trust ….. boundaries <- it all comes down to boundaries asking yes or no before everything reasing the body language #and facial expressions understanding and accepting and reinforcing the power of saying no #the juxtaposition of the gentleness of boundaries ina. world of violence #sorry i am . going insane and ill in the head

[venln]

I am not going to lie to u all I hate being ace spec I feel like I am missing out on such a big part of being a person and I wish I could engage like everyone else but when I do I feel like I’m faking it and I’m so aware that I’m not enjoying it the same amount as everyone else at BEST or I’m insanely uncomfortable at worst

#couldn’t the powers that be have made me even slightly normal or. #they really said ‘mental illness physical troubles transgenderness AND asexuality be upon ye’ #brother NO ONE WANTS ME LIKE THAT not even ME #they speak #sorry for uh. any other ace people that read this. I love you guys I hope we can all be proud one day #but most days are just. not that day for me

[kingsblaze]

Tell me a fact about our shared special interest, Charizard.

Said shared special interest perks up instantly at the topic change and does a quick waddle to sit on the conversation. Her son joins her excitedly. Firecracker, the little Charmander, sits on her leg.

Leon couldn't help but smile at the audience before he looked to Lee.

"Charizards are great! Capable of thriving in many hot locations, they're often accepted in nearly any Region with the proper documentation."

"Known to mostly be fighting Pokemon, they take great care and pride in their battles. Win or lose, as long as it was a battle where they gave their all, they only get more powerful. Their flames get larger and there's even an account of the flame being so large that it was bigger than the documented Charizard's body."

"A lot of its warrior like attitude comes from its time as a Charmeleon who is known to be extremely brutal in their fights. Now as a Charizard, despite their pride of being 'Top Dog', they never pick a fight with a Pokemon or opponent weaker than itself. That's one of the reasons why any direct attacks from these pokemon are ever rarely documented if only because they will refuse to fight."

Cherry seems to preen at this, feeling an expert example of what a great Charizard should be like. Firecracker looks on with nearly sparkling eyes at his mom. Leon could only chuckle, his smile never living his face.

"On that note, when they are furious it's incredibly easy to tell despite their already ferocious deposition. It's actually a good thing to note for people not used to handling them. The color of the fire on their tail becomes a bright blue color when they're angry. The heat they produce becomes unbearable to withstand. Charizards are capable of melting boulders which, btw, is more than enough to melt ash!"

He gestures with his hand, mainly for the charmander watching, "Charizards are incredible fliers, even able to handle being nearly 5,000ft in the air. It's even used by Alola for transportation. Just one of many other reasons why I really wanna go-"

He clears his throat briefly, "Anyway, there are other forms that we both know of, but I'll cover them anyway. Gigantamax Charizard is an incredible foe, both today and back when Dynamax Pokemon ran rampant. The air around them seem to boil while they were able to release castle wall melting attacks. Truly what people would picture of a fire breathing dragon."

His smiling face than dampens momentarily, a huff- no a pout fighting on his face.

"Which brings me to one of the last points about Charizards. Despite their shape and likeness that's used today in Hammerlocke for a generic dragon form, it's still not considered a dragon. Which is even more of insulting when we look to Charizard X. The form that changes out it's flying typing to dragon. And yet- AND YET IT'S STILL NOT CONSIDERED IN IT'S OWN RITE A DRAGON!!! I just think it's wrong to use it's likeness while also denying it it's justice."

Cherry in turns blows out white smoke in agree with a nod of her head. Leon sighs running his fingers through his hair.

"That being said Charizard X is jet black because it's fire runs so hot that it burns its scales and any other flames it has turn bright blue constantly. It's power and heat has a hard time stabilizing safely at those degrees. Charizard Y suffers from a far more internal change though nevertheless, still impactful. It's body morphs, growing more skeletal support and to become far more aerodynamic. It's speed becomes insane, only fighter jets can keep up with it."

He pauses... and then looked back to Lee.

"I'm sorry, what was the question?"

#no readmore but it's fine because i'm lazy and tumblr will do it for me #also it's by request #ic #woe mental illness be upon ye

[cosmicrhetoric]

:/

#mental illness be upon ye #i was doing so well this trip too #im gonna scream i need 2 get wasted immediately so i stop thinking abt this