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「Hate You, Love You」 [Soukoku || ShinSoukoku]

– 𝙻.𝚁. 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚝

•Mature Audiences 18+ - TW listed on Wattpad & Ao3 summary (links below)•

[WIP]

Bungo Stray Dogs Fanfic with skk & sskk + RanPoe set after season 2 with various spoilers

~summary~

"What is love, and how do you get rid of it?"

Dazai doesn't typically feel any emotions, at all- or at least he can't understand them. He hates that Chuuya makes him feel emotions, specifically the emotion of love, so he in turn despises Chuuya for it instead.

And it's driving him crazy.

"I won't let you get away this time."

Chuuya is doing his best to get over Dazai, but as usual, nothing goes according to plan for him. No matter how much Chuuya tries to deny it or change them, he can't get rid of his feelings.

So he finally does something different about it.

Or:

Dazai struggles with the concept of love, and his past catches up with him from how he chooses to deal with experiencing feelings and things he thinks he doesn't deserve as someone outside of humanity; and he makes it everyone's problem.

Links:

Original:

Prologue: complete

Part 1: complete

Part 2: updating

Rewrite:

Prologue: Complete

Part 1: Unreleased

Part 2: Unreleased

Y'all, I woke up from a nap yesterday and opened tumblr to browse some dp x dc.

Tell me why the first fic that popped up was Danny being held captive and s**ually assaulted by the GIW! (I'm censoring the word because I don't want to assault anyone's eyes like mine were)

Like, I know this fandom likes angst, but geez!

I banished that thing like it was a demon and I had to cleanse my pallet or whatever the term is because I was immediately put in a bad mood.

This is why you gotta block certain tags or words and probably don't reach for your phone first thing.

I need to get back into reaching for my Bible instead. Let my eyes take in the good news instead.

anyways i dont wanna see m*lanie m*rtinez on my dash ever again because she is literally a fucking rapist

WHY THE FUCK DID NOBODY WARN ABOUT THE DAMN EXPLODING RATS AT THE BEGINNING OF STRANGER THINGS 3??

Angst ask: Oikawa gets into an intense argument with his s/o and goes to work angry, turning off his phone to spite them. Because of this, he misses the last text his s/o sends him before they end up dying (in like a robbery or bank heist, etc. You decide).

TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH AND BLOOD. 

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11/14/22 UPDATE: I’ve taken both “Naruto: The Last King, The Last Priest” and “Therapist R. J. Hill” off my etsy store. Both comics can be read, in their entirety, on this tumblr.

It’s here! A hard copy version of my comic -- including a ten page sequel! $5.00 + shipping

I was debating whether or not to post the sequel online. I thought maybe the sequel would be the motivator for people to buy the hard copy, but I already have mixed feelings about selling fanwork, so I’m gonna go ahead and post the sequel here.

That said, purchasing a hard copy helps me out. I’m hoping to put the money towards some color risograph zines that I can take to an upcoming comix convention.

I’m putting the sequel under a cut because, while it doesn’t contain explicit imagery, it does involve discussion of a parent making inappropriate/incestuous comments towards a child.

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This is as far as I had planned these comics going. I may revisit the idea, but probably not for awhile. Thanks for the wonderful messages that y’all have sent me!

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Clients’ names and personal information have been omitted to retain their privacy.

You can read the sequel here: LINK

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75% of the profits from sales are donated to the Northwest Community Bail Fund and the Transgender Education Network of Texas. The remaining 25% covers the various fees of selling online.

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11/14/22 UPDATE: I’ve taken both “Naruto: The Last King, The Last Priest” and “Therapist R. J. Hill” off my etsy store. Both comics can be read, in their entirety, on this tumblr.

So if you go to grad school for art therapy, you may end up taking a ferry out to an island to visit an aged psychoanalytic art therapist and present her with drawings of serial killers in exchange for her wisdom.

That's what I will be doing with my Saturday!

I'm giving her a picture of Jeffrey Dahmer and if the trip turns out to be some sort of elaborate murder mystery, please avenge my death.

Also, a collage piece about Edith Kramer and Margaret Naumburg, two early art therapists.

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Dreamed that my parents were going to give a power point presentation about my gender identity at some sort of conference.

In the presentation, my mom was contending that I was actually an addict, addicted to the idea of being transgender, and that if I went into recovery like a drug or alcohol addict, then I wouldn't want to transition anymore.

I edited the power point to include a bullet point stating that "the subject thinks this theory is a load of bullshit."

I guess working in rehab is rubbing off on my unconscious mind.

Well, my "Hannibal" piece didn't get accepted to Banquet, which sucks because I worked really hard on this and I think it turned out really well.

On the positive side, I have an illustration that I worked really hard on and it turned out really well!

I was inspired by sweetmeats -- food made from offal, such as intestines, testicles and the thymus -- and floral china plates.

Also, I learned that Hugh Dancy is really fucking hard to draw. Mads Mikkelsen has such a distinctive face that he's rather easy to draw, but with Hugh, if you get some detail just a little bit off, it doesn't look like him anymore.

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STARCLAN'S JUDGMENT : GUILTY

Rise of the Clans RP is OPEN for new members! <3

STARCLAN'S JUDGMENT : GUILTY

Rise of the Clans RP is OPEN for new members! <3

RISE OF THE CLANS - CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING , BANNED CONTENT , SKILL LEVEL

CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING: This roleplay group contains content with mature themes present within the canon warrior cats series, including but not limited to topics such as violence, gore, predator attacks, animal death, character/young character death, family death, torture, neglect/abuse, abandonment, murder, stillbirth, starvation, severe illness and infection, and may also contain strong language and swearing both in and out of character. While we always require & provide proper censors and warnings whenever these themes are present, please keep in mind these themes may be introduced indirectly or directly to your roleplaying experience. Viewer & participation discretion is advised!

BANNED CONTENT: Because we are a minor-friendly group, absolutely no 18+/NSFW content is allowed to be within or associated with the group whatsoever, both in and out of character. This is including but not limited to sexual content, any innappropriate relationships between adults, as well as adult and underage individuals, (il)legal substance usage and abuse, self harm, suicide-related topics, detailed depictions of severe abuse, and anything that falls within our zero-tolerance policy. You may not share, link, mention, insinuate, or otherwise introduce mild, suggestive, or explicit 18+ content that falls within these topics to this roleplay in ANY manner whatsoever.

Intentional abuse of introducing banned content to the roleplay will result in immediate discipline, up to immediate banning from the group based on grievance, and you will not be permitted to rejoin once more.

SKILL LEVEL: Rise of the Clans is an English-Literate Roleplay/Writing/Art group. We welcome all roleplayers of any skill level: beginners to the world of art, writing, and roleplay are more than welcome to join! Please keep in mind, however, that this group will have minimums for reading comprehension, writing, and roleplay-related activity requirements to maintain membership within the group. There is a lot of reading of lore, mechanics, etc. to be able to participate fully within Rise of the Clans. Please only join if you feel your skill levels are enough to meet the minimum reading, writing, and roleplay literary requirements! Being able to create artwork is not a necessity to be able to participate in this roleplay: you may use any artwork that you have the consent and rights to use. If a roleplayer chooses to use others' artwork with prior consent and permission, this artwork must be properly credited. Those who are brand new to art, however, are encouraged to begin trying within this group: we strive to support and foster a new artist’s journey into the world of art! AI artwork is NOT accepted within Rise of the Clans whatsoever. We will not accept traced or stolen artwork, and pre-emptively ban those with a public record of doing so. Anyone caught violating rules in regards to artwork will result in immediate removal and a permanent ban.

Are you still doing the emoji thing? If so 🎥 and 🔪 please :)

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

I know this is gonna sound kinda silly but I’ve been binging on the old Bakugan cartoon show. That show was the shit and always will be 😤😤 I was so upset when I saw they remade it on cartoon network and they just absolutely ruined it so I decided that I would re-live my childhood and make the pain just a bit more bearable 

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

I think one of the worst experiences I’ve had was last year when I was walking to school in the summer because I had cheer practice. Half way there a car pulls up next to me and a man is asking where I’m going and if I needed a ride. I told him I was going to school and that it was fine I didn’t need a ride. 

He kept insisting that it would be no trouble and that he could take me but I kept declining the ride because I knew better then to get in a car with a stranger. I got a bad vibe from him and I kept trying to walk away and continue my way to school because it wasn’t too far and I didn’t want to be late to practice but no matter what I said he would slowly keep driving next to me. Finally, after telling him multiple times that I didn’t need a ride and that I had to go, he finally left but not before saying, “Alright well I’ll see you around”. 

I didn’t think anything of it, taking it that he finally gave up and that I’d never see him again in my life, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. 

Two days later I was walking to practice again and I see the same car driving down the street but in the other direction. I was a little skeptical but thought that there was no reason to be worried and that it was probably just someone with the same car. But right when I heard the brakes screech after passing by me, I got this horrible feeling in my stomach and I knew I had to get away.

I quickened my pace and started calling a friend so that I would look like I was busy talking and hopefully he would leave me alone. It was the same case, the car was driving slowly next to me but the man didn’t say anything. I looked at him and he gave me this sinister smile and waved at me, waiting for me to get off the phone. He saw that I was taking my time talking to my friend and he mouthed to me “do you want a ride”.

I shook my head no and started walking faster than I already was, still on the phone. After about 5 minutes he sped off and I’ve never felt so relieved. 

After that, I told my cheer coach and she told me to be careful and that she’d buy me a can of pepper spray and if anything to call her because she knew I lived close by. 

I started taking a different route that week to school to avoid seeing that man again. It worked that week, and when I went to my dads house the next week, I got rides to practice because he wasn’t working at the time and we lived much farther. The week after that, I went back with my mom and I kept using the new route and this process seemed to work for a few weeks after.

One day, I woke up later than I anticipated to and I took the old route because it was faster to get to school. I was jogging to school and I hear a car behind me and a wolf whistle from the driver. It was the same fucking guy and he kept driving behind me, clearly to enjoy the view. At this point I’m sprinting to school because 1. I can’t be late to practice and 2. this guy won’t stop following me. 

Finally I reach the stoplight in front of my school and wait at the corner. As I was waiting for the cross walk sign to give me the signal to go, this fucker pulls up next to me and asks me if this was my school. I say nothing to him, not wanting to give him any of my personal information. 

I go to walk down the crosswalk, but he cuts me off and literally parks there in front of the corner. At this point I’m terrified. He knows my route to school, he knows where I go to school, and he keeps following me and begging me to get in his car. When I looked a him again, he has this evil look on his face and in the passenger seat there is a knife. I don’t know if he gave me that look because he knew I saw it but I knew I absolutely had to get away from him no matter what it took.

At this point I’ve had enough and I’m literally screaming at him “What the fuck are you doing”  “Move your fucking car”  “Leave me alone”  “Just let me go already” 

I’m on the brink of tears and I try walking around his car and he fucking moves it forward. At this I bolt across the street, not caring that the crosswalk sign is at 2 seconds and I literally run for my life to the school with tears running down my face. 

I ran into my soccer coach, who had just finished up practice with his varsity team and he immediately asks me what’s wrong and hugs me and I just break down. I told him everything that had happened and he was appalled at what he heard. He called campus security and told them to look out for the car and the man I described. 

After that, I felt better and he walked me to my cheer practice and told my other coach what had happened and to tell all the other girls to be careful. My cheer coach got emotional and hugged me and asked if I wanted to take the day off but I told her I was fine and that i could practice.

After practice, my soccer coach and cheer coach pulled me aside and walked me over to the main office where police were. In the front of the school was the man being bent over the hood of a police car with his hands cuffed behind his back. The police then asked me questions if I knew him and what happened with him. I explained to them everything I knew and the told me that had been wanted for cases of battery and sexual assault. After that I broke down into tears again because I could have been another victim if I would have gotten into his car. 

I don’t know what has happened to that man but I know that he was having multiple charges pressed against him but I haven’t seen him since then.

I thank God everyday of my life because who knows what would have happened if I got into his car or never told anyone. I just hope that this never happens to anyone else and if anyone is experiencing this same situation, please, i beg of you, please don’t ever get into a strangers car, no matter how convenient it may seem at the time or how nice they might look. Tell someone because you never know what could happen.

TW: suicide attempt

A year ago, tonight was the night, I tried to kill myself by overdosing on my antidepressant and antianxiety medication.

There are a lot of parallels between that night and tonight: I was alone in my room, I had smoked, I thought about how lonely I am even after being surrounded by people I love and who love me.

I was stuck in an overthinking loop that night, I just couldn't get out of it. My mind kept on telling me that there's only one way to end it so that's what I did. I tried to end everyone's misery (I thought I was a burden on everyone, that they would be better off without me) so I did what I did.

I ended up being a burden.

I got into emergency, then ICU, which was the loneliest I've ever felt.

After being at home, listening to my parents taunting me every chance they got, I kind of got better.

I'm not always happy but I'm also not crying my eyes out every night.

I'm just okay. Getting by.

I thought I'll cry tonight but nothing so far. Does that mean I've grown? Or am I stronger? Or I just don't care anymore.

Sooooo... I’ve wanted to open up about this for awhile. Still debating on if I want to put a video about this on my yt or not but for now I’ll just post this piece here.  

As much as like to be a fun happy go lucky person, life isn’t perfect for me. It’s not for anyone.  So, I’ve started making vent art. This is probably one of my favorites not just because of how I accomplished gore and flat neon colors pretty decently, but it helped me get something out that I feel on a bit of a daily basis.  Thethering. Constant expectations and different requests and expectations pulling me in different directions and as I try to meet them all or escape, I only find that I'm hurting myself and others around me and I can’t or rather I SHOULDN’T say anything about it. 

I’m not trying to be a sad sack completely out of no where, but I also want to start being more honest with myself and those I care about instead of just saying that everything is always ok. Its OK to not be OK, and I’m really happy to finally be learning this lesson Even if it’s been a hell of a struggle to do so. 

Thanks for reading and God bless. 

TW

I h@te myself so much rn, I purg3d again and I h@ate mys3lf for it..

if i see one more national boyfriend day post im throwing myself into traffic

there is probably nothing good for you here.

• Adam/Adrian (i am indecisive call me fuckface if you want idc)

• 21

• he/they

a vent blog or something idk there are many trigger warnings

Spring Break Fever by

chrono96

Right before their first spring break at NYU, MJ comes over to Ned and Peter's apartment for a favor: she needs someone to spend a week with her and her family in Hawaii, and come as her date to her aunt's wedding so her family will finally stop tormenting her about being single.

There's one catch, though: Peter and MJ can't stand each other, and entangling them in a fake relationship will definitely ensure chaos...and maybe something else.

cover artwork for popee the performer zine

Mad

There is only so long I can hold my horror art back...

3DS drawings