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See! You look much better in my clothes!

I-I don’t think...

Do you not like the colour? The fit?

I just don’t feel like Me anymore...

Maedhros is not getting out anytime soon

A little catch up on what’s happening in my life now

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Well a lot of this is just regurgitated things that happened over the past year. I often feel like I’m dwelling in the past. that i’m fragile. I often feel like it’s wrong to paint myself as the victim, so when things go wrong I often blame myself. The year started like any other. It was senior year, A year i was looking forward to. My partner of 9 months was at my side figuratively and I was happy. 

About two weeks into my school year i was sexually assaulted by a man who led me from the train into one of those communal parking lots. It was on my way to a therapy session. I don’t know why I followed him. Perhaps I was lost in the conversation, or wanted to be a valiant hero? I don’t remember anymore. The Police painted me as a person who asked for it by not kicking and screaming like the other victims in my shoes. What i do remember is the months that followed as i regurgitated the same story to pretty much every authority figure that asked for it. I had no feelings. My mother barely understood as march came around the corner why i was wrapped up in a situation that wasn’t even that bad. My grades were terrible, i wasn’t handing anything in, and i had yet to apply to colleges. My relationship had become a tumour in my life. My ex and I had daily fights. He was not the support i needed, rather he made matters worse. Life moves on but i wasn’t ready to.

As a person with body dysphoria and poor body image, I didn’t take the incident well. I had my own slew of mental blips that started from when i was in my first online relationship 2 years prior as well as banishment from the first group that accepted me as a person rather than a punchline. Combining that with The incident as well as my failing relationship, My blips became complexes. My ex failed to understand and imitated my vices, seeing as how he was a rookie in having an SO. The days in between his and my birthday i dumped him. I couldn’t take his behavior anymore. I was tired of the fights.

He didn’t go peacefully. I tried dating again, since I recovered quite quickly. I knew what i was doing when it came to my pursuits. I needed someone in my life to help build my self esteem, to help me recover. to teach me how to love myself again. That was when i left the FNAF fandom. Chestnut was a daily reminder on how close i was to my ex. However, the person i did pursue refused my identity when i admitted i wasn’t a cis man but a transman. I ceased contact with him. To this day I don’t even know how he’s doing, and i like to keep it that way. the days that followed the identity rejection i started to have an identity crisis. I was transphobic towards myself. I felt second rate, not truly a man, disgusting. Those feelings never truely left. i just kept a lid on them.

I met someone else a month later. I’m currently with him. His situation is less than fortunate; his first set of parents are homophobic. the second set are okay with his orientation.

I lost faith in my family. My parents weren’t respecting my pronouns or my preferred name to even strangers. Not to mention that my stepfather kept calling me worthless and lazy, to the point where he threatened to take my door off of it’s hinges. this was another blow to my self image. my medication was requiring more than the recommended hours of sleep. my only reminder that i wasn’t worthless was my closest friend, which forced me to spend my time on the computer, since he was away at college. 

As this was happening my ex, who i tried to keep friends, was beginning to exert control. I had told him that my current partner could only talk at a certain time, so when he came online i had to leave him and go to my partner to spend quality time. Every time we would hang out i would remind my ex, and every time he would throw a fit because I was prioritizing my partner over him.

Eventually it got to the point where i had to cut him out of my life, which he responded with threats of self harm and suicide. that and the nights that followed worsened my feelings of being trapped, unable to be free of the tumour that was hurting my life again. After an unnatural amount of effort on my part and help from my partner and some other friends, i cut him free.

That situation also made my mental complexes worsen. they became triggerable. I became destructive towards my own established friendships. i almost lost my closest friend and my partner.

The common friend between my ex and I ended up reuniting us, and my ex exerted worse behaviors from before. He was irrational, which triggered my issues. I explained that I was currently looking for a psychaitrist to examine me and determine what’s wrong if anything,

I was told that all my issues were just me being difficult, that i was only carrying on to get my way. Even after i explained time and time again that i couldn’t help my episodes. 

Recently I got rid of him again. After actually “self diagnosing” myself on what my issues could be and thrusting the information in his face, I explained to him that he was a toxic influence in my life.

Time and time again, I mentally relive an instance from the past year. This makes “Getting over things” hard for me.

The night of fears

A certain demon is searching for souls on 31st October, hoping that he can collect 31 by the end of the day. Needless to say, it’s not safe to walk in a graveyard at this time of the year.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Nam Suyeon (OC)

Genre: angst, horror, supernatural

Setting: Barbas!AU (the demon of fear based on the one in Charmed)

Word count: 3731

Warning: major character death, cutting, blood, emotional manipulation

This is my contribution to the Stories no one dares to tell Halloween collab, check out the other works as well. *-*

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Also because even if I see posts where someone talks about it, no one seems to remember that SHE LITERALLY DRUGGED HER OWN SON AND KIDNAPPED HIM.

The arc di per se wasn't handled well but people just don't mention this

opinions on nagisas mom!!

Oh boy

Hiromi is a different breed of bastard.

I don't believe she deserved that whole redemption arc, especially in such a short amount of time.

She not only emotionally abused Nagisa, she physically abused him and put him in danger as well.

I don't think we talk about how she drugged and tied up Nagisa, trying to force him to burn the school down enough. That was genuinely insane and terrible.

Nagisa must've been so traumatized by that incident alone, not to mention the other things she's done.

She forced her child to do things he didn't want to do, such as:

Grow out his hair

Apply to a school he didn't want

Live out her failures

Burn down the fucking school

There's definitely more, but I'm too tired to remember right now lmao

Hiromi manipulated Nagisa and made him her puppet to relive the life she failed to succeed in.

Every time he spoke up about what he wanted to do, she would yell at him and say things such as "do you know how hard I work for you?", which is emotional abuse and manipulation.

Yet, she got a second chance because Nagisa has a lot of compassion in his heart.

I feel like Hiromi has caused Nagisa so much grief and got away with it.

I don't like how her narrative was written, she shouldn't have been forgiven, let alone so easily.

I wish Nagisa had said "I do not forgive you, but I am willing to work on our relationship if you are willing to allow me to be my own person" or something along those lines. She does not deserve sympathy or forgiveness, she needs to be put in prison for child abuse.

Hiromi's narrative is one of the few arcs that really bothered me.