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Day 15: Into the unknown || Possession 

Ugghhh

Aaaaaaaah, I used up 4 pages of my journal last next while feeling shitty.

Regrrrrreeeeeettt thaaaaaaat sooooo muuuuuccchhhhh, uggggghhhhhhhhhhh

Whatever,, though, because scribbling mimicked scratching, so I did that instead, scribbling, I mean.

It’s okay to be annoyed at social distancing. It’s okay to be disappointed your favorite event was canceled or frustrated with online classes or online work. It’s okay, feel the way you’re feeling, we need room for that.

But remember, herd action is a powerful thing, we aren’t doing this for just you or me or one single person. We’re doing this for the elderly and immunecompromised, we’re doing this for the health care professionals so they don’t get too overwhelmed. We’re doing this for more than just ourselves. This is collective action at work.

And it is the group that lifts that barn when no one person can

it is the group that takes turns talking to the man down during the worst day of his life

it’s the group that gets out the wet wipes and quietly takes down hate symbols

and we don’t do that for ourselves. We do that because there is a love for strangers, a love for people we don’t know, and a dedication to others that is more than just “me” and “survive” and us vs them.

It is easy to feel alone in these times when we are literally meant to be alone, but this too is a means of care, this too is an act of love. And I think, I really do, I think that’s worth holding onto.

perniciouspotter​:

James had been released from Mungo’s three days prior and had spent nearly every waking moment with Sirius since then. The day after his return home - well, to Godric’s Hollow, which was apparently his home now because the Estate had been sold and his flat with Lily was no longer his in the same way she was no longer his - he’d pulled out a bottle of Odgen’s wordlessly looking at Sirius for confirmation that his friend would get drunk with him. It was a bad idea - he was still on pain potions daily for the ache in his joints and the excruciating burning in his wrist - but he didn’t care.

The alcohol mixed with the potions had hit him hard and he’d spent the evening barely coherent, sobbing tears that wracked his body, rambling to Sirius about losing Lily and the dungeons and Remus and Peter and how everything was fucking fucked! Which is maybe why, hungover and bruised in his body and heart, when Rosier had come knocking the day after with a possible solution, James had hardly taken even a minute before he agreed.

Of course, it had to be Snivellus. Fucking Snape, who had conveniently reappeared back in their lives the moment James had left it. James had learned of Severus’ deflection to the Order while still in Mungos - had heard about his remerging friendship with Lily laying in the hospital bed. The day he’d learned it, he’d purposefully turned his wrist over and over again until the pain had caused him to scream out the way he’d been aiming for and the healers gave him something stronger and he’d fallen blissfully asleep.

But he needed Severus, even if he didn’t want to admit it. His wrist had been bothering him since that flower had peaked out and he could no longer use a wand. His non-dominant hand was shit with magic and they were still in a bloody war. So, on the very last day of the month, James opened up his door to Severus Snape and didn’t openly scowl at him. “Sniv - “ he began, old habits dying hard, but he adjusted it quickly. “Snape.” He jerked his head and stepped aside, allowing Severus into his home. “So… you can cure me,” he continued, his tone even, almost monotone. “I’m surprised you want to. Don’t wanna go for the final punch when I’m already down? Why, maybe you actually have grown since school.”

Severus didn’t miss the near slip-up, but far from surprised he was bracing for it. He was ready for this to be the most unpleasant encounter Potter could make, and from experience that was a rather tall order but entirely achievable for the twat he knew — what was unexpected instead was the correction. Severus, graciously, pretended not to notice. ‘ Potter, ’ he said in a clipped tone. He nodded in return. 

He stepped inside, paused in the entrance hall and turned to look at his enemy patient. With a slanted brow, Severus said, ‘ Surprised? War makes for strange bedfellows, Potter. A halfblood with a muggle name would have more to lose and to gain in this war than a pureblood boy with a trust fund. And what I want hardly overlaps with what I need to do. ’ He jerked his chin towards the injured wrist. ‘ You need that hand to fight, and we need you on the field. Ergo, here I am. ’ He lifted a shoulder, the bag shifting with the movement, vials jostling beneath the fabric. He didn’t respond to whether or not he can cure him. That remained to be seen.

Severus looked at the wizard for a moment. Head tilted slightly to the side. ‘ And I never liked unequal fights, if you recall. ’ That was you, Potter. He nodded down the hall, towards what he believed was the living room. ‘ Lead the way. ’

ON AIR

(sorry to always be plugging the etsy but u can get it as a holo sticker here)

I'm just posting this to see if other people have the same feels as me.

Possible tw: dermatillomania, self harm

Sometimes when I don't have anything to pick at I end up wanting to make something to pick at. I know it's a terrible idea and I haven't done it and I don't plan on it because I know it's bad. But I still want to pick bad enough to think that. It might be a mix of self harm related intrusive thoughts and dermatillomania brain.

I just want to know if anyone else has had any similar thoughts because it's making me nervous. I hope all of you are doing alright and please be safe <3

https://www.tumblr.com/yumizurueleonora/759613838279753728/1-19-40-for-the-writing-ask

WHATTTT NUMBER 40!! WHAT HAPOENED

Idk man I had multiple concepts there that I kinda mixed up into one messy 9-word fic but it was like.

1. Akito got hit by a car to bring the Arata being the meaner version of Toya thing up to 11

2. Also could have been a self-harm Leo/need Toya thing?

towercursed​:

The rejection stings in a way no other wound he’s inflicted on her has. He’s not trying to hurt her here - he’s hurting himself and, whether intentional or not, that makes her heart ache. Especially since she’s almost completely unable to help him. It’s not like she could even try to feed him. She still remembers the last time someone tried to feed him ( she hadn’t been there, but she remembers Sakura’s account of it very clearly ) and it’s not like he’s ever been receptive to help. She can still trace the places on her body he’s physically wounded, though any hint of scarring has long since vanished, from the last times they’ve clashed over supporting him. But it’s a little different now, isn’t it?

“ You’re alone all the time in here. ” Her voice is low as though trying not to disturb the still air, but she’s concentrated all of the affection and concern from her normal voice into those words. Even if he can’t see her worry, she won’t do anything to curb the way it’s twisting her face, making her eyes half-close as her lips press together. “ Are you feeling okay? ” 

She leans forward so she can address the front of his face, looking up  at the seal over his eyes with pity flashing in hers. Her sight darts down to the way he’s being restrained, studying the material and belts carefully. Not for an escape - she’s working out where his hand would be, and she spots it before realising maybe she shouldn’t start there. Something simpler, less intimate, so he doesn’t get overwhelmed. That Infinite Tsukuyomi must have messed with her more than she thought. Still, she inhales carefully and reaches out, letting her hand rest on the shoulder closest to her as she speaks softly, nerves making her thumb twitch. She lets it move to not only calm her own anxiety about the closeness, but to soothe him too.

“ You’ve been in here a while and — well, I guess I’m worried it’s messing with your health. ”

“Isn’t that the point of this? For me to be alone. The point of all of it...?”

Perhaps Rapunzel was right. Maybe spending so much time in this cell alone, barely even grated the sense of sight in fear that he may use his genjutsu on whoever was tasked to guarding him. Sasuke had lost count of the days a short while ago, barely finding much of a reason to keep counting them to himself. What did it matter if he was in here for a week or a couple of months or years? What did any of this matter?

The silence gave him the one thing he wanted the least, time with his own thoughts. Circling through all of his memories and then some, brushing over them as though they were abandoned objects covered in dust inside of an attic. Touching on the memories of childhood, before it all went wrong, and - of course - when it did. Wondering what he could of done different. If maybe if he had noticed the change in Itachi sooner, had pestered him less and tried to be a good brother, maybe things could of been... perhaps they would all still be--

He flinches just slightly at the touch on his shoulder, barely stopping the small intake of breath; so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t sensed Rapunzel moving closer to him. A part of him wished that he could see her -- what type of face was she making at him right now? Perhaps if he could see her, he can figure out just why she kept coming.

“... What does it matter...” His voice, low and careful, cut through the brief silence. “What does it matter if it is...? Maybe if they leave me alone in here long enough, I’ll finally rot away like they want.”

Like I want.

Shoulder shifts, trying to let the gentle touch fall from him; not quite shaking her touch off of him, but trying to let it drop from him as though it was a stray raindrop. Underneath the buckles and cloth, his fingers curl into a fist; nails digging into the palm of his hands the same way he tended to dig them into the flesh of his arms. Unable to do much else, he was sure that scars were probably ugly -- from reopening them and digging deeper over and over again in the same spots.

“... Leave. I don’t want any visitors.”

normal guy with normal attachment style

Concept: Janus tries to teach the other sides to sew (I've been sewing a lot and this is all I can think of)

Remus: Is doing pretty well, has continued to stab needles and sewing scissors into his eyes so his workspace is a bit bloody, you can tell he is making an octopus though

Virgil: Refuses to use a sewing machine because it scares him (a very reasonable fear), uses thimbles, it's slow and clumsy but he makes a pretty cool stuffed stormcloud in the end

Patton: Is doing surprisingly well! He keeps stabbing his fingers with needles on accident and drawing blood (not much though), he ends up with a cute little blob frog that's definitely friend-shaped

Logan: He watched Janus sew once and immediately got the hang of it. He made a stuffed cube. It is a perfect cube. None of them know how he did this. He can't thread a needle to save his life though, he has to keep asking Janus to do it for him

Roman: Was crying because he tried something much too complicated and failed and Janus had to gently coax him back to the workspace and help him make a simpler design and assure him he wasn't a failure and the second design turned out and he was really happy with it and thanked Janus for not giving up on him and Janus just gave him a little smile

Objectively, the dumbest things the sides have done in my fics (not taking into account why they did them) (TW)

Roman: Threw himself down a staircase

Orange: Kissed Logan years after they broke apart their mutually toxic relationship

Janus: Fell off a cliff (and just barely caught himself)

Remus: Made a painting with his own blood

Patton: Agreed to go on a long hike with his friends when he's never been able to before (and was out of breath by the top of the first hill and had to be carried by Remus)

Logan: Realized wayyy too late that Remus (his best friend and previous roommate) and Roman (his friend and current roommate) were brothers

Edit: I remembered Logan got high and followed a hallucination off a cliff (into water luckily), so I think that's dumber XD

Virgil: Met Roman and in less than a minute, in his second sentence spoken to him, called him out for self-harming