Chat, Is This A Sign

I'm making a Leon bot and apparently, MOTHERFUCKER KEEPS TELLING ME I'M NOT DELULU.

Istg, this man just likes to bully me.

This animation without the filter because it fucked with the framerate for some reason (this isn't the intended look otherwise, but bleh)

🚨 Help Save Shada’s Family and Baby Adam! 🚨

My name is Shada Kassab, and I am a 24-year-old mother living in Gaza. Every day is a fight for survival for me, my husband Hussein, and our baby boy Adam, who is just five months old.

Our lives have been turned upside down by war. My home has been reduced to rubble, and my husband lost his water truck, which was our only source of income. We’ve been forced to evacuate twice—from Deir el Balah to the Nuseirat camp—and now, we live in constant fear of what the future holds.

To make matters worse, Adam was born with clubfoot and urgently needs surgery. The cost for his treatment and specialized medical boots is at least $3000, but this surgery isn’t even possible in Gaza.

I recently graduated as a nurse, and I dream of building a better life for my family. But to do that, we must leave Gaza and start over in safety.

💔 I need your help to save my family and give Adam a future. Even a small donation 5$ can bring us closer to safety, and if you can’t donate, sharing our story means the world to us.

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I dream of living in safety, of seeing Adam grow up healthy, and of building a better life for us all. Please don’t give up on us. Your kindness can make all the difference.

❤️ Thank you for taking the time to read this. Your support and compassion give us strength to keep going.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰."

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

WARNING: VERY DISTURBING.

A/N: It's been a while and I deeply apologize if the second day of 2024 is what you'll see of this. I feel like shit and I wanna puke my guts out. My need for therapy is being ignored so here I am, coping!

She stares at the toilet as the contents of it were finally out, but not the feelings of guilt as she keeps feeling like shit.

I shouldn't have, why was I selfish?

The voices are back and she hates it, she pukes it out once more even if there's nothing for her to puke anymore.

If I say sorry, she'll say shit. If I don't, she'll say shit.

She holds back the tears as she pukes it out again.

This is why I hate being happy, I end up hurting someone in the process.

As she keeps puking it out, her stomach hurts and it causes her to puke unnecessary...bile.

She doesn't care if she dies anymore, she's not going to eat.

Why did I even go there?

She feels her tears well up and she wipes them, she's not about to be an attention-seeker.

Why didn't anyone tell her?

She wouldn't have done it if somebody told her.

Now she's gonna end up feeling like shit.

Now, she's going to stop eating thanks to the triggers again.

hey! i made a uquiz! what uncommon fanfic trope/tag are you?

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

THE CREATOR

Prim / Sona Yuki

"Don't worry, baby. No one's going to hurt you not when I'm here, ready to attack anyone who dares touch you or look at you that way"

HERE PRIM ISSS WOOHOOO

So Prim is her "Creator" name whereas Sona Yuki is her alias.

Pronouns are she/her, he/him, they/them

Prim's an aromantic

Biologically female

If she isn't the creator, she'd have a hydro or dendro vision.

Her weapon is a polearm (again, if playable)

She has red streaks in her hair as she did that as a joke, now she kind of (?) remembers Vox Akuma with the red streaks (I'm sorry Vox, ily <3)

She wears a silk blouse on top of her black sleeveless turtleneck

She wears rings and fishnet gloves

Somehow fucking emo, don't ask why

"It's not a phase, it's a lifestyle, BITCH" - Prim

Very flirty (usually for fan service)

She has a flirty personality due to going to cosplay events back in the real world, so she's used to being flirty, flirted upon and is used to people asking her for...regular cosplay things. (Not dirty, you hoes)

Somehow messy short hair (?) One bang covers her eyes cause she likes being a mysterious mf. This bitch [affectionately]

Has deep blue ocean eyes that sometimes changes into her natural hazel eyes.

Ocean blue eyes (as Sona Yuki)

Hazel Eyes (Prim)

Likes to keep flowers and stores them in her small box that she somehow brought with her in her black bag.

She's very fashionable af, but often dresses like an e-boy or e-girl.

When she's mad or when a situation goes out of hand, she remains quiet to avoid saying things she shouldn't say.

Somehow fucking patient and rarely raises her voice.

Can be your maternal-figure or sister-figure

When she's playful, her hands go to your neck and rests there.

If she likes a certain topic, she rambles. (Try telling her to shut up, I dare you)

If ever someone tells her to stop rambling, it breaks her excitement and she never does it again. (Try, you bastard)

Mommy and Daddy Issues

Has a fucking trauma that even her therapist can't help her

In her healing/self-love era

Trying to heal the traumatic scars

Has a dark humor often about her dead dad

Has a curvy figure. big hips big butt yk.

Her thighs are thick as well, lucky for those with thigh privileges.

Always wears this blue scrunchie a friend gave her which she cherishes deeply <3

Is aromantic but wants a gf/bf.

A green flag despite her trauma.

Sometimes acts like a man.

Often man spreads when sitting except when she wears skirts or shorts.

If she has an urge, she must do it.

Very affectionate when you're close to her, she even gives platonic kisses (not on the lips)

Often wears her black face mask (so if ever you want her to kiss you on the lips, expect a face mask to be the one blocking her actual lips.)

Very lazy but also hard working.

Don't scold her for laying down and doing nothing, she's recharging her social battery.

i'd rather seduce heizou 🥰

Maya, Zoey, Gabriella, Janelle and Janella

what was your almost name? mine was sofia

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱: 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

"𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬"

WARNING: THIS MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE AND DISTURBING SO PLEASE EXIT IMMEDIATELY IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH THAT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ‼️

If it was one thing Prim liked being in Teyvat, it's to forget the pressure and façade she had to maintain back in the real world.

Always needing to prove something of herself, always needing to put her studies first, unable to enjoy her life to the point that her mother told her to enjoy her life but gets mad when she does.

She couldn't rest — she just can't, it would hinder what she has to do. What she has to prove of herself, just to be a trophy daughter. The perfect daughter, a doll made for show.

"Everyone's watching, don't show a single flaw"

"Always be kind, don't show them who you really are"

"If you show such behavior like that, they'll say 'Is this how her mother raised her?'. You wouldn't want to upset me, do you?"

Quiet, be quiet!

She always hated those voices in her head. Everywhere she goes, she must maintain a façade just so her mother would shut up. To always be the top, to always exceed the expectations. To always be a doll that never had a life of her own, always study, study, study, study, study.

She hated being called perfect, she hated hearing it so much. She isn't perfect, she's hideous, she's ugly, she has flaws, she's too flawed. Everything isn't what it seems.

The pressure of always being seen as the good girl, she hated it. Always being polite, always showing a gentle smile, so soft-spoken, so responsible.

i hate it, i hate it, i hate it, i hate it, i hate it

As she grew older, the more burn out she feels. She hated being sensitive to others emotions, she hated the fact that a crowded place can drain her no matter the many people there is. She hated feeling their emotions, being aware, sensitive and always needing to be cautious.

One small step that could ruin everything, like walking on a thread that if you make one small mistake, you fall into the endless pit of nothing but a void of emptiness.

And she hated it, knowing what she feels isn't anyone's anymore. That the person she told her sense of sensing others emotions called it all a lie when it's the truth.

'You never experienced what I went through'

What she always wanted to say if she could ever go back in time.

'I gained this all from trauma you didn't have, I gained all this pain from something you should be glad you never experienced for once in your childhood'

She hated it, she hated it when people think she's making shit up when she doesn't. It's all real, it's her vulnerability. Why are you calling it such bullshit?

'You had a happy childhood, something I never had. You were never abused, tormented and ruined for the sake of 'obedience', for the sake of 'teaching a child'.'

Prim wanted to cuss that all out to the girl she once loved, the girl she dedicated her whole time to, she loyally fell for, to the girl who didn't experience the abuse Prim went through.

It was all planned. It all was.

To wait until college for them to finally be official, but no, no, no, no. Things just had to take a turn.

Prim became herself, became expressive, her façades were no more, non-existent when it came to that girl.

So why? Why?!

Why did she think all those were lies?!

Why didn't she accept the way Prim behaved?!

That it isn't the good girl Prim?!

That this is who Prim is?!

'I don't know, I just felt like being lied to.'

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

LIED TO?!

YOU FELT FUCKING LIED TO?!

YOU CALL MY VULNERABILITY A LIE?!

WHERE THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS THE LIE?!

WHERE?!

TELL ME.

TELL.

ME.

Prim's chest rise up and down quickly, in anger, in rage.

Prim always had anger issues she tried to control, to the point that no one can tell when she's angry.

Her anger appears and dies down quickly as if it never existed in the first place.

She was in the piano room again, it was midnight. She was alone.

She always struggled to sleep properly, especially in unfamiliar places despite living in Teyvat for almost a month now.

She had moved on, yes.

But her anger, all the words and explanations unsaid were haunting her again.

It wasn't easy to move on, it's like the stages of grief.

She accepted it, that she couldn't change what happened back in November.

But a part of her is angry for being mistreated like that, that she felt it. She felt the way the girl she liked was replying to her as if forced.

She knew and she hated it.

She thought everything went back to normal after their arguement, but no.

It just stayed downhill.

She felt herself struggling to breathe again, she immediately clutched the side of her head as she sits up and tries to steady her breathing.

"27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32..."

She mutters as she keeps counting to distract herself, to prevent her anxiety happening again.

It felt painful, each night during August that she kept having panic attacks for a week straight.

She hated it, she hated her own anxiety that can tear her down immediately even if she was prepared for it.

"40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45..."

She counted again, and again and again before unknowingly sitting down and playing the piano.

Her favorite that could hurt her so much.

Duet from Omori.

Her fingers glided through the piano as she starts to play, the melody calming her down immediately as she continues to play.

She memorized Mari's part in that duet, she loved hearing it over and over again. It would never bore her, it would just comfort her.

As she continues to olay, she hears her mind play Sunny's violin, she smiles unconsciously and continues playing. Relaxing as she closes her eyes and lets herself be at peace.

The mansion was empty, but it was filled by the beautiful melody against these closed walls.

Prim liked being alone most of the time, it was to get away from all her responsibilities but she hated the hidden vulnerability in it. Ready to attack her at any times she lets her guard down, that's why she often isolates herself. She wants to be herself, to feel what she feels.

Not being wary of someone's emotions, not feeling what others feel. It's frustrating, knowing what you feel isn't yours.

but with music, it helps her. It eases her.

Diluc and Kaeya enter the mansion, the maids are in Vacation as Diluc had requested for thanking them for always taking care of this place, they immediately hear the melodious tune getting faster and faster.

"I didn't expect her grace to be awake at this hour"

Kaeya says, talking smoothly that would make anyone swoon while Diluc sighs.

Must've been her insomnia again

They head to where the source of the sound is and spot Prim in her nightgown and cardigan, clearly in her sleepwear as her hair is covering her face as she continues to play.

Kaeya remembered the first time he saw her play, it was beautiful yet sad.

And this one, this one hits harder yet he doesn't know why.

No words were sung in the air, yet why did it feel so...painful to listen to?

They waited until Prim finished playing before Kaeya clapped and caused Prim to flinch.

"Anak ng putang—"

They raised a brow but Kaeya spoke.

"That was a wonderful performance, Your Grace."

They hear her mutter something before they can finally get a glance of her face.

"Kaeya, Diluc. Done for the day?"

"Not Diluc though"

"Oh quit it, Kaeya"

Both of them take Prim's each hand and kiss the back of it, Prim is used to their gesture but she can't help but malfunction each time.

"It's late, Your Grace. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Kaeya smoothly asks, his tone already sounds worried as he places a hand on Prim's waist.

"Ah, yeah. I just...needed to relax"

Prim said, avoiding the reason which is about her anxiety.

"I see, well, now that we're here. Why don't we all do a cuddle pile? We haven't done one for weeks"

Prim hummed softly as if agreeing to the plan while Diluc sighs.

"I have matters to attend to"

"Well, the offer still stands, 'Luc~"

Prim tells Diluc to be safe which he nods as he leaves while Kaeya looks at Prim and carries her like a princess.

boy, what the absolute fUCK—

"Kaeya?!"

Prim's arms wrapped around his neck as Kaeya grins.

"Come on, can't I cuddle with my lovely creator~?"

Prim softly sighs as Kaeya carries her to her room and they cuddle in bed, despite Kaeya's cold vision, Prim seemed to like the coldness radiate from his body.

No words were spoken, only gestures. They both held each other as if they were afraid the other would disappear into thin air and it grounded them.

"Goodnight, Your Grace."

"Goodnight, Kaeya"

And it ended in a happy note el oh el 💀 sorry if it was too disturbing at first, I hope you enjoyed reading (?)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱: 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Prim can't sleep again.

It was weird for her to not feel sleepy, considering that her body is on sleep mode before 12 am.

She gets off bed and peeks from the window, gently pushing the curtains as the moon glows brightly.

Her eyes shining a little, like little stares decorating the starry night sky, how beautiful must it be for her be able to see?

She shivers and gently wears her cream-colored cardigan as she quietly exits through the window.

Now, you may think that she sleeps on the Second Floor. Who in the right mind would be so suicidal to use the window as a way to sneak off?

Prim.

Prim would.

She's done this before back in the real world, only difference? Just to get a cold glass of water or needing to take a shit.

Her footsteps were always quiet, her movements are calculated. She knows when to silence her own self when it's midnight.

My family had thought I was a ghost and would never feel my presence whenever I'm in the room. Heck, they scream whenever I enter the room, claiming I 'appear out of nowhere'. How foolish.

She says in her head as she quietly lands on the cobblestone (?) ground and heads to the lake.

She took off her slippers and dipped her toes in the water, she removed her cardigan and gently placed it on a big rock as she feels the cool water touch her feet.

She softly hums and hears the crickets, it isn't unusual to hear this thing outside. She closes her eyes and moves her body, gracefully dancing on the water.

As if she too were a liquid, like a fairy performing a dance that would forever be remembered by history.

She hears the bush rustle, she stops her movements and stares at the bush.

An animal?

"Ah, my apologies."

Albedo, the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius.

It was her favorite, one Prim remembered that person cherished and simped for, it hurt for Prim to see the Chalk Prince. But she isn't stupid, she needs to see Albedo as himself, not that woman's loved character.

"Greetings and Salutations."

Prim softly greets, doing a princess-like bow in which Albedo does a prince bow in return.

"Are you here to tell me that it's late in the evening?"

She softly asked in a teasing way, Albedo softly chuckles.

"If you so wish, Your Grace. I could"

Prim softly chuckles before lending a hand out to him, saying her most well-known line that only that lady would know.

"Shall we dance?"

Albedo gently placed his hand under hers and bringing it to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

"We shall."