identifying a maladaptive coping mechanism is so bitter sweet like that’s great now i know what i need to stop doing. but that’s literally my something
I'm going to continue doing my something because it's my something, but at least I'm now consciously aware of the effect it's having on me.
That being said, I'm still not stopping. I'll find something else to even out the effect this thing is having on me so I can continue my something. Leave my something alone. My something's doing great.
anything u think about YOUR life after 10pm is bs to be ignored. anything u think about a character’s life after 10pm should be posted about online and expanded on for paragraphs. :)
Surely spending that long in solitary confinement with unresolved grief and seething rage can't be good for anyone, huh? Perhaps it's time to observe Belphegor's experience in the attic...
My Obey Me! fan game, Nightmare of the Attic, is now available to play for free on itch.io! You can download it HERE!
Thank you so much for your support while I worked on this, I genuinely couldn't have completed this without your encouragement :) If you play and you have any thoughts at all pleasepleasepleaseplease let me know!!!!
i dont want a childproofed internet i am almost 30 fucking years old. give your kid an internet safety talk and stop making it the problem of every adult on the planet every time some cryptkeeper legislator gets the brilliant idea (via conservative lobbying) to push through yet another bill gutting our access to free expression + increasing the powers of the surveillance state + lining the pockets of Big Data in the name of Protecting The Kids they wont even feed. this shit is exhausting i can’t believe we’re going to be fighting about it for the rest of my life
kay so, I don't like doing this, I feel bad and nervous every time, but this summer i'm possibly moving into an apartment with a friend, and commissions are my only job bc I'm disabled so jobs irl do not want to take me for some reason. I have made more money via commissions than I did at an actual job too.
I really need money, I don't even have a hundred bucks in my account anymore and I want to be able to pay for my cat's things she needs and eventually help with rent, but I do not have the money currently, and my family is in a financial hole right now so they cannot help me and I refuse to force them to help me and spend more money on me.
even if you can afford commissions, please consider getting me a coffee on ko-fi, and if you feel nervous about vgen PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DM ME ON HERE FOR COMMISSIONS, I don't bite, any commission means a lot to me lol, thanks for reading
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It was a dumb argument…How could an argument of all things cause this?! There were no suspects, no witnesses, no testimonies. Everything regarding Ari had been lost in the wind just as they were. Everything but a purple notebook filled with unfinished potion recipes. Every recipe had a type of guesstimation written in the margin, while all the numbers were scribbled out. In that moment, those notes along with an old white bow were the only things left of Ari. The only things that were still tucked safely in their study.
Determined to find them. Bee rummaged through every drawer, bag, and closet in the vicinity three times over. There tucked safely in a small drawer, were the purple notebook and old white bow. She reached into the drawer, pulling out the items and flipping through the book frantically. This was it — The closest thing to Ari — The only lifeline she had left. She collapsed back onto the chair beginning to sob uncontrollably. Clutching the book close, careful not to drench the pages with her tears.
Each day that dragged was another blip in in her daily life. Guilt consuming her ever since the argument they had. It seemed that the only way to truly keep them close was the bow. The white bow that would forever remain Ari's signature item. Even if they were not currently here, their bow would immortalize their memory.
While everyone else had continued to live on just as they always had, Bee had found a few other ways to feel connected to Ari. She started collecting materials to complete the book's half-written recipes. Each word, each drop of ink, was the only thing that allowed her to keep her sanity. It made her feel like she wasn't completely losing it. That whatever hell she had been dropped in, was all a terrible nightmare. That Ari would be raiding her fridge like they used to, eating away, while Bee blabbered away. Yet those were wishes, frivolous attempts to keep Bee from breaking.
Time seemed to slow, the days got longer, and still no one had any information about Ari’s whereabouts. Bee bought a notebook to catalogue any information that could help. The notebook had been quickly filled, and writing one on her own did not have the same feeling. The new book wasn't Aris, it didn't have their dumb doodles in the margin, it didn't have the crossed-out numbers —or their open hatred for the metric system. She didn't want something new, she wanted whatever could get Ari back or at least have them feel like they were in the room. There was no one and nothing else that was able to give Bee that feeling.
Until after classes, Bee received a DM from “Alex”. She’s heard of them before, they were Ari’s introduction to psychology. But according to Ari, Alex gave them a bad feeling…Something never felt right when Alex was around, so Ari avoided them. Bee didn’t understand, Alex helped patch the hole up in her heart…
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