I Love These So Much, Ty!!!

Hey starship!! I just wanted to say I’m really grateful for you as a mutual, you're like one of my biggest supporters and I just think you're so cool and ilysm/p 🥹🫶

Have a great day!!! And let's do an art trade sometime!!! (When I’m less busy lol)

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Ilysm??? I was in the middle of an overwatch game when i read this and had to pause bc my sibling was concerned with how watery my voice got suddenly lmao

Genuinely you are my favorite mutual, you're so kind and bright! You make my days happier when I see you post <3/p

One of these days ill be able to look at my brain while its spewing stupidity (that ill always believe because hes my boss) and just roll my eyes and move on like a normal person instead of internalizing it and agonizing over it.

‘No yeah, this doesn’t apply to you. It’s clearly stating that you should do X if youre a good person, but specifically you have it wrong. They probably mean to do Z. But like theyre being so clear man, youll ruin their day if they have to deal with your stupidity if you get this wrong.’

‘Oh okay, you’re probably right. So I should just not do it?’

‘Yeah. Shame, that means youre a bad person. Oh well.’

I genuinely can't stand pop psychology I'm not an expert on this stuff but the damage it has done to the general public's understanding of mental health and psychology must be notable. People with low empathy are evil. NPD is The Abuser Disorder. here's how your partner is subconsciously manipulating you. OCD is when you like cleaning. If you ask him a question and he looks away for one second he's lying to you and abusing you. Follow for more dark psychology tips. Letting my intrusive thoughts win and dyeing my hair. I thought this guy was into me I'm so delulu. Anyone who comes to you with their problems is traumadumping and abusive. Anyone who gives you gifts is lovebombing and abusive. Being neurodivergent means Liking Things. Neurotypicals don't like things. They are empty shells without feelings. Neurodivergent means ADHD or ASD. What, BPD? Schizophrenia?? That's not very quirky or fun. And that's what neurodivergent means. That's just weird. Being mentally ill isn't an excuse to be weird. Only Evil People manipulate and abuse. There are certain people who Are Evil by nature (people with NPD) and they Will abuse you. Loving someone means it's impossible to abuse them only Evil People Who Hate You are abusive. Have I mentioned that people with NPD are evil. I really want to drive that home

Oh! Thanks for tagging me!

Favorite color: surprisingly, also chartreuse! That neon yellow green! Or that specific dark blue that signifies space

Currently reading: Varian's Tangled Trials by IFoundYouJustineTime, TheArtistsMuse!

Last song: okay so the last music I listened to was Friday night funkins garcello tracks but the last song i listened to on spotify was usseewa by will stetson!

Last series: uhhhhh i really don’t watch all that many things. Probably… gravity falls?

Currently working on: a drawing of some of my favs out for ramen! -and trying to build an oc that i dont hate-

I hope its fine, i dont have anyone im comfortable tagging, but anyone feel free to play too!

tag game!! V●ᴥ●V

tagged by @nobodysugly

tag 9 people sheeeesh

FAVORITE COLOR: pink!

CURRENTLY READING: nothing because I'm illiterate (ᵔᴥᵔ)

LAST SONG: semi-automatic by twenty one pilots!

LAST SERIES: final space!!!!

LAST MOVIE: baby driver~~~

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: studying math and a papercraft King dedede hammer!

Tagging:

@unyanizedcatboys @hxneyboy @bogpaws @hksodapop @neo-cult-ure @liesminelli @beeboysupreme @transdelgado @lukewarmsunshine

"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

God I love Mits so much... I’m gonna marry her someday (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

Shoutout to sleepy selfshippers. Reblog if you’re a selfshipper and also tired as fuck.

[ Dividers by @/kodaswrld ]

My husband viktor, and my little brother max maybe?

I don't talk about max often, I'm weirdly protective of him and don't want to invite criticism I guess? But he's always there in my head to be loved

NEW REBLOG GAME !

I know I have another one open and I apologize for those who I haven’t gotten to make a shuffle for yet, life has been CRAZY lately for me /gen

So I decided to make a reblog game a little more easier for me and to also make me more involved with the community

So,

reblog up to 5 f/os and I’ll give them an Italian/Sicilian dessert ! Which I will describe and give a little fun fact !

You can add some extra info for me to know like if they like certain flavors or whatever !

Examples:

My husband Luci gets tiramisu which consists of lady fingers dipped in expresso and then layered in cream plus coco ! It’s called that cause “Tiramisu” translates to “pick me up” because of the caffeine !

My husband Muzan gets rainbow cookies which are actually small layers of almond sponge cake with raspberry jam and a chocolate coating ! The cookies are the colors of the Italian flag because they were actually made by Italian immigrants in New York that felt home sick !

My sister Kanae gets lavender gelato which is a more dense version of ice cream ! Gelato is different from ice cream because of the use of milk rather than heavy cream and the absence of eggs !

god gives his worst gastrointestinal issues to his most undeserving victims

*walks on stage slowly. Gets to mic stand and taps my papers on the wood with a grimace. Look out to the murmuring crowd with a grim expression before clearing my throat and leaning in to the mic*

Ehem. Yuck. Eugh.

*the crowd gets louder, the murmurs becoming jeers. I clench my fists and glare at them imploringly as i grab the mic*

Gross, unpleasant even! Suffering? Unfair!

*the crowd begins shouting and tearing at eachother, blood flies and security rush towards me. I shout into the mic as i am dragged away*

Peace was never an option!! Unrest!! Melodies of vile malice play in the heart of each atom!!

*i am aprehended as the crowd decimates eachother. As im dragged offstage the people begin to look more like animals as they stain their teeth with blood. I laugh as my jailers stare ahead unseeingly. My mistress cant ignore this, and i am owed a visit.*

Sleep is a mistress of whom i wish to break, but such a temptress are they.

They whisper sweet nothings to me, sooth my aches while fanning the flames of my anxieties. They whisper of choices and possibilities, they murmer of joys and woes to come. They squeeze my heart till i can no longer breathe, they soften the agony by humming a wordless tune and luring me to the edge of a floating nothingness.

THEN THEY LEAVE ME WANTING AND ENRAGED AT TWO AM AND I HEAR HIDE NOR HARE OF THEM TILL THE NEXT NIGHT.

I set traps, i lay offerings, somenights i get so frustrated, my mind hanging on threads fraying by the second, that i can do naught more than lock the door and wait.

BUT AS I WATCH HELPLESSLY THEY EXPERTLY DISMANTLE MY TRAPS IN SECONDS, COOING AT MY FEEBLE ATTEMPTS. THEY SPARE ONLY A GLANCE AT WHAT PITIFUL OFFERINGS I CAN SCROUNGE TOGETHER, A NEW ADDITION EVERY NIGHT.

They stroll down to me dawning a ghost of a smile, so faint I wonder if it was ever there to begin. They sit next to me and they whisper. They murmer they hum until i am caught pitifully in the fantasy they craft. The guide me to the floor, i rest my head on the rot, i feel it invading my skull. The promises fall from their lips like wool shedding off to reveal coarse fur.

THEN THEY SIMPLY UNLOCK THE DOOR AND I AM LEFT ONLY WITH MISERY AND THEIR AWFUL VISAGE IN THE WIND.