#diyaa

[lebada]

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hiiiiiii bestiest

i think u might actually like this one? enjoy lmao

[nooruleman]

Eda i want paneer.

Here you go:

I've personally never had paneer before, how does it taste though sodjsjjdjsjdjsjdjjs

Also, HEY!

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Once upon a time in a kingdom, the peace was kept by the efforts of a noble hero. He fought off every monster, every creature and every danger that dared attack with his mighty sword and spirit. Not only was his fighting skill impeccable, but his looks; long sleek brown hair, a perfect beard, a strong fat physique, dark skin and a dashing smile. He was loved and known by all throughout the kingdom and beyond. That was, however, quite some years ago, for our hero vanished one day without a trace. What could have happened to our hero?

The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, the centaurs are galloping around, the fairies are working, the pixies are chatting….it sure is a good morning for our hero to….

"…Stay in bed!" Diyaa sighed and stared blankly at his cottage ceiling. He has retreated to an abandoned cottage in a beautiful, lively forest far from the kingdom since his mental health worsened. He can't even appreciate the scenery because he feels so empty. He thought back on his glory days. A happy, energetic, productive hero? Mingled with people? Didn’t have trouble getting out of bed? It all seems so absurd. He is but a mere husk of what he used to be. His rusty sword settled to rot in the spider-webbed corner. The puke-yellow walls, leaking roof and creaking door were breaking and decaying into pieces, repairs long overdue. His dusty armor and dirty clothes lay scattered on the floor. Crumpled maps and quest requests were strewn all around, longing to be picked up. The pantry was an indescribable mess.

Should he have asked for help? But how could he…he was a hero. Heroes don’t ask for help, they give it. He was someone people look up to. How can he show weakness?

I'll be fine….I'll be fine…it will pass…I'll be fine…I'm not fine.

A green pixie flew in from his broken window interrupting his daily self-hating ritual. They were slightly staggering from the weight of a flyer they carried in their little hands. "Hello Diyaa! I have a new quest for you!" they yelled.

Diyaa, irritated from their usual high energy (and envious) let out a reply "hey Char… you can…uhhh" he looked around to find if he designated a spot for quest flyers, but couldn’t find any. "Just put it on the floor…ill get to it"

"That’s what you always say! You're going to put this one off too? You're so lazy!"

"I'm not lazy, I'm depressed." He said firmly.

"You have to go on a quest again! Redeem your honor! Everyone in the kingdom says bad stuff about you…like you're a coward or you're ungrateful or you’ve abandoned your people…"

He already had his mind convincing him he's a bad person; he doesn’t need actual people badmouthing him. "They don’t know what I'm going through."

"There's a wizard who makes potions that can cure anything! You can cure your lazine- err…state?"

Diyaa was skeptical. Why bother. It's not like he hasn’t tried to ''get better'' before. Maybe this depression will last forever. Maybe this is just who he IS now. He gave them a defeated, uninterested look.

"Come on! I think this one's really interesting! It's dangerous too! You love danger! Nobody made it out alive from there!"

His face immediately lit up. "I'm going."  

"Wow, really?"

"Yes, I love high danger because I'm very likely to hurt myself lightly or severely or die and I absolutely deserve it!!" he said impulsively. Wow, I need to be kinder to myself.

Char gave him a concerned look. "Okay, here's the map with the guide."

"Please read what's written, I hate reading words. The letters keep jumping around and I get a headache."

"Okay. So there are three areas you need to go through. The first area is nearby, the forest of banshees. They say there are so many banshees wailing there that heroes went mad! After the forest, you'll arrive at a graveyard plagued with hordes of ghouls and the undead. No hero has ever succeeded in fighting them off alone. If you do get through the hordes of the undead, you'll reach the tunnel of eyes. It's where the basilisks and medusa's snakes lurk. If you meet anything's gaze there you'll either die or turn to stone AND after that you'll meet the wizard and get your healing potion!"

"I'd prefer if the potion was just…in a chest or something. I'd really hate to have to… talk to someone."

"So are you going to go? I want to see you be a hero again!!" they cheered.

"Yes……as soon as I get out of bed!"

Diyaa rolled himself off the bed and propped himself upright. He ruffled his short bedraggled hair and dragged himself to the waterfall and took a shower for the first time in a month. I've lost weight. He cut his beard carelessly with a dagger; he didn’t care about his appearance anyway but it was getting itchy. He drank his bi-weekly testosterone potion (delivered by his elf doctor), put on his enchanted pain-free chest binder, his heavy armor, his dirty boots and his tattered gauntlets. He couldn't find his helmet and didn’t bother looking. He sheathed his blunt sword and headed out for the first time in….ah, he lost count.

"Look whose finally out of his cottage" the fairies in the emerald grass teased.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, thank you. Unfortunately, I'm still alive and I'm heading out-"

"Without breakfast?" piped a voice from the water. A mermaid popped out with a box and she reached her arms out. "Its sea serpent. Take it. You have to eat."

"Wow, haven’t killed a serpent in ages, thanks Mina. I forgot eating was a thing I have to do." he took the box. "Lured any sailors to their death today?" he joked.

"I'm a mermaid, not a siren, Diyaa. There's a difference."

"Right…I'm forgetting my lore."

"Anyway, enjoy your food! It's my wife's favorite! I can't wait to share this with her! Bye! Good luck!" she dived down.

Diyaa eyed the map and looked towards the forest, north of his cottage. I don’t have the energy for this. "Okay….I'm doing this..." he halfheartedly raised his arm in the air "to the forest of banshees…."

The darkness grew stronger as Diyaa ventured deeper into the forest. Anguished sobs echoed. Frail shadowy fingers loomed everywhere. They were grey and had a mouth for a face. They drifted around every branch, behind every tree and bobbed upwards, blocking the sky. The sobs grew stronger, turning into howls into wails into screams into grating shrieks. Diyaa reached for his sword but hesitated. He…wasn’t bothered by the noise. That’s strange….it just seemed so…normal. Like he's been through this before. Every day, in fact. My mind is worse than this. My racing thoughts. My suicidal thoughts. My anxious thoughts. My self-blaming thoughts. He could go on and on. My mind is always wailing. He looked with pity at the banshees. "You're going to have to try harder than this…this is nothing compared to the noise I hear every day."  Of course, the banshees didn’t comprehend what he said, their empty grey mouth gaping.

Diyaa laughed to himself as he walked forward without a care to the swarm of banshees. His mind was occupied with something else. "…that was embarrassing…what am I, a poet? Ugh I'm going to think about this for the next week….my mind is always wailing...embarrassing…"

The trees gradually disappeared as Diyaa approached the cemetery. The transition between the two areas was slow, dull and undistinguishable. It's as if they just blended together. Much like Diyaa's tiresome, monotonous days. He wondered why he felt so tired even though he didn’t fight anything . Of course he knew the answer; it's just the depression sucking the life out of him.

The wailing subsided, but could still be faintly heard, like a nagging anxious thought. The ugly groans of the undead took over. Diyaa drew his sword. Suicidal thoughts stirred in his head. Yes, I'd love to, but being eaten is painful. I'd rather not go through that. He moved forward slowly in circles, waiting for hordes of the ghouls and the undead to approach him. He remembered the time where he heroically fought off hordes of goblins at the kingdom borders. Who was I before being depressed, he thought. It was a familiar question to him without an answer. He kept shuffling forwards, feeling confused. At least ONE undead had to have noticed him by now! Why are they not attacking? Come here and eat me! Kill me! Do it! Diyaa, his anger fizzling out, relaxed his pose and looked around. Fog consumed the graveyard. Countless undead staggered around aimlessly with empty hollow eyes, staring at nothing. Some had their arms sloppily stretched ahead, grabbing at thin air. Some stumbled and fell, not even bothering to get up but continued to groan as they weakly hauled themselves forward, to nowhere in particular. They stared at him blankly and carelessly bumped into him as they continued moaning and dragging themselves to pointless destinations. Diyaa put away his sword. He didn’t know why but he felt like crying but that emotion quickly slipped away and he felt empty again. I guess we're not very different…. We're both pretty much dead, huh? Suddenly, he felt very stupid as to why he was out there in the first place. He should’ve stayed in bed. Stupid stupid stupid….stop it stop it stop it stop it shhhhhhh…..we're going to the tunnel, to the tunnel, to the tunnel…he kept repeating that phrase like a protective chant to distract his negative thoughts. He wandered through the vast graveyard unharmed. His presence didn’t matter to the undead; he was one of their own.

Diyaa reached a large gravestone marked with a bloody eye symbol, with a stairway leading deep below. This must be the tunnel of eyes. Wow, aren’t you a genius. No you're not. You're so dumb. As Diyaa went down it was if he was entering his own grave. Hisses resounded repeatedly through the tunnel. The darkness was illuminated by the glow of countless eyes, snakes crawling on the ground and basilisks hanging to the ceiling.  If he met just one of those eyes….it's over. He can't close his eyes either; it won't be good if he bumps into a basilisk or trip on a snake. Or would it? That will hurt wouldn’t it? Diyaa couldn’t help but laugh as he moved forward. "All the Basilisks and Medusas in the land cant harm me for I am….a master at avoiding eye contact due to my severely low self-esteem and anxiety!" he waved the sword randomly in the air slashing away snakes. "I can literally never meet your gaze! Try as you might!" pathetic. His eyes darted left and right, up and down, avoiding all the countless luminous eyes surrounding him. He felt intensely angry as he felt more and more unfriendly gazes, reminding him of being in public. The kingdom market place was the worst. A nightmare. He hasn’t been there in a long time. They got nothing to do with me, they're not talking about me; but his brain would always convince him otherwise. They're watching, the whole worlds watching and laughing at you and judging you…and as he stood there shaking and breathing heavily, more people surrounded him, looking down on him with concerned looks. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look!!! His heart raced as he struggled to forget about the memory. "I'll never meet your eyes!!" he yelled to distract himself.  

In the distance, Diyaa could see the stairs leading upwards. Freedom! No more eyes! Diyaa hopped up the steps, tripping on the last step and landing face first on hard rubble ground. He didn’t even bother to protect his face. He didn’t feel like getting up. He wanted to lay there for a bit. Hours. Days. Years maybe. You didn’t even do anything. Heroes died on this quest and you did it so easy. You don’t deserve this. You didn’t suffer enough.

"Ah hello I wasn’t expecting customers!" said a quizzical voice.

Diyaa bolted upright and drew his sword. His anxiety was in full throttle now. Deep breaths. A dark-skinned wizard with a wagon stood in front of him. He wore a glimmering blue strap dress with silver stars on it. His hat was huge, same pattern as the dress. His long silver hair suffocated underneath, popping out the sides and down his face concealing most of it, except for one brown eye with blue-painted lids. His high boots clacked as he approached Diyaa. "My name is Basel. I make healing potions."

"Are you the wizard?" of course he is, you dummy.

Well, that’s the part where you get your item you so hardly fought for. Diyaa was….underwhelmed. He had hoped this quest would be his big break. Something to bring his passion back. Make him happy again. Fulfilled. But all he felt was emptiness. What did you expect? You're never going to get better.

"Wizard…I want something to….help me? I feel sad and empty like…all the time? But also my mood changes very rapidly and I think awful thoughts? I can't do or enjoy things anymore? And I want to get better?" what are you doing over-sharing you dolt?

"I have a potion that will help you get better, but it won't change you overnight."

"But… it's supposed to be magical''

"Yeah, it's magic, not an impossible miracle. You can't rush this. You have to give yourself time to heal." He took out a red bubbly potion with his painted hands. "Take this once a day. When you finish the bottle it regenerates. Keep taking it."

"...every day?"

"Yes. There's no shame. You need it. It's like being wounded by a dragon. This isn't something you can recover from by ignoring it. You need proper treatment for it."

"Okay." Yea, don’t blame yourself for something you can't control. People who tell you to get over it are wrong. People who tell you you're weak are wrong. You're not exaggerating. You need help. "Can I stay here for a bit? I'm tired, but I feel a bit better."

He smiled, "Sure, just tell me when you're ready, I'll teleport you back. Not much customers here, anyway."

He blushed and awkwardly lay down, putting the potion carefully in his pocket. The potion looks cool the wizard looks cute too I'd like to see him again I'd like him to serenade me ah I'd like to get home and talk to Char they'll be very happy, I did a quest Char I'm a good person I forgot to eat my sea serpent ill eat it when I get up probably wow maybe I should’ve been a wizard instead of a hero…Soon, his thoughts died down and he drifted away to a good sleep, the best sleep he'd had in ages.

[lebada]

stop calligmc yerself idiot it is ≈2023 . crigne

thats a good point i literally just saw a post last week abt not demeaning urself in ur tags / blog titles / urls etc. but beloved its not 2023

[nooruleman]

83,91,42 for the asks pweese lmao i chose this at random :0

Thankyou for asking, Diya!❤

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I'd like to think that I am? Like, if we become friends or someone approaches me, I usually always try to be nice. And I also don't confront people like, 98% of the time over something they did and mostly keep it to myself but if it becomes way too unbearable, I'll just downright cut myself from them. So, maybe I can judge a character but I don't know what the other person is going though so I won't call someone out until the limit is reached (which is a very high limit sjdjsjdjsjdj). (Is that even an answer lmao I'm sorry)

83. Do you like your own name?

I actually love my name. It somehow sounds fancy if you look at the meaning😂 and it's a very meaningful name. But like, sometimes my name is also too much pressure (if that makes sense sjdjsjdj😂).Like, idk if I can live up to being 'the light of faith' and everything. So I guess I have a 85% love and 15% hate relationship with my name😂.

91. How fast can you run?

Uh, um, uh, um, uh, um,

Very fast.🤡

[nooruleman]

*nervous laughter* uh- fren? 👉👈 im diya :)

*even more nervous laughter* *frets* (cue endless stammering* y-yeah 🥰

*gets over excited*

HELLO DIYA THAT'S A CUTE AF NAME, IT'S LOVELY TO MEET YOU!

*realizes I've has gone mad*

And, uh, I'm Noor!

[nooruleman]

We could hide in a cemetery where english teacehrs r buried. That would annoy the shit outta her

Kakxkakks OMFG GREAT IDEA AAAAAAA

Right in the middle of the cemetery too.

She must he surrounded by evil forces from all sides.

(If there are bigger evil forces than her)

[lebada]

5 & 6 for the ask game ! 🧡

hiiii bestie thank u!!

5. What’s your favorite holiday song? (Can be any holiday)

good question that u probably know the answer to (did we end up doing it @ karaoke?) but its absolutely all i want for christmas. one time in december 2024 i was on my period & listening to the song & started thinking about mariah waiting all alone for the doorbell to ring being so heartbroken over being in an empty house on christmas and literally started streaming tears. other favs include queen's thank god its christmas and (shamefully but actually shamelessly) pentatonix's carol of the bells which, fun fact, was the first song i ever bought on itunes

6. Out of your family/friends, whose music taste is most different from yours?

oooh good question! im excluding extended family here bc they listen to old people stuff but theres a lot of overlap within my immediate family in diff ways so none of them probably. bc my music taste is so extensive i have smth in common w pretty much all my friends but i have one friend whose music taste is so narrow hes probably the answer - he listens to basically exclusively classical music and obscure romanian folk music. one time i was looking thru his liked songs and he had 6 (SIX) different sârbe in there (to which he said 'i'm a party oriented individual' < man who has never in his life gone clubbing). we have some overlap in the classical music category especially with romantic orchestral music (my beloved) but hes a big fan of opera which i don't rly enjoy

send me music themed asks!