#edgy post

[ominouspositivity-or-else]

it's really interesting being a catholic who's okay entertaining fictional ideas because you wind up with some really interesting reads of certain things. for instance i got spammed a million ads for a gay webtoon and after i looked up the plot i found out that the main character is actually a girl who at birth was forced to live as a man for the sake of the kingdom. their entire life is a sacrifice to the greater good of the kingdom, down to the very reality that they are. the author's like "this character is nonbinary actually" and im over here like "this character is a gaslighting victim". Anyways. homosexuality is illegal in their kingdom but it's not homosexuality because the assigned prince at birth is actually just a straight girl who got raised as a boy. the read of this is slowly becoming "you cannot deny your own reality, as much as you might wish you could. something will always stay the same. you cannot ruin yourself into something new. no one else can either. you can be trained, but not destroyed." so yea

[another-arsonist]

Prosocials/empaths are really flattering themselves when they talk about "sociopaths" being a wolf in sheep's clothing. How we constantly mask and chameleon for every person we interact with to manipulate them.

I don't have the energy to do that. I don't give enough of a fuck about most people to do that. Especially self proclaimed empaths. I don't like you enough to mask. You have nothing beneficial for me. You're just flattering yourself.

[sxdrexlm]

[literalgerm]

[dante-the-cooler-son-of-sparda]

Edgy mood.

{In a Edgy Vergil kinda mood! This is part of a Rp I had on fb so it’s in rp format that’s why it’s a bit sloppy, also I’m at work so didn’t get the chance to re read anything yet but enjoy my moody/Edgy Vergil regardless}

Vergil let out an aggressive sigh as he sat in a corner with his knees to his chest, it had been almost three weeks since him and his brother returned from the underworld, and at first the elder twin was a bit hesitant on leaving but being the stubborn idiot brother Dante was, he wasn't leaving the underworld without the other so here he was in the corner of the shop at almost midnight unable to sleep once again.

He let out a small growl as he thought over his situation, in the underworld he didn't require these human needs such as sleep and food but after almost two weeks in the human world without either of those things he felt like shit. Though to be fair he has tried taking part in the whole sleeping thing but every time he closes his damn eyes he sees 'HIS' face and hears 'HIS' voice taunting him and tormenting him till he's awakened by his own screams, so he just gave up on the whole sleeping thing altogether and the bags under his eyes is proof of that.

"I don't belong here.." he whispered as rested his head on his knee, staring off into nothing as he clutched Yamato in his hand "I have to leave.. No one will care if I go anyways, and Dante, Dante will get over it eventually." He shifted his gaze to the staircase half expecting the younger white haired male to be standing there ready to pounce on his brother if he dared to even try to leave, but when nothing but silence greeted him he decided to stand to his feet even though his body screamed at him to lie down on the couch, that it couldn't take much more of this abuse but Unfortunately Vergil was just as proud and stubborn as his brother so ignoring the slight fatigue he slowly and quietly made his way out of the shop and began walking down the streets of the city, trying to decide where he could open a portal unseen and unheard but his sleep deprived mind wasn't working to it's full potential much to Vergil's disappointment.. And the more he walked the more clouded his mind became he didn't even register the fact he seemed to come to a complete stop, leaning heavily against a tree "What is wrong with this world?" He growled out as he tried to command his body to listen to him and use Yamato to open a portal but instead he sank to the ground as his eyes became heavier and despite his best efforts he soon found the darkness taken over and all he could do was let a shaky breath as he awaited for the nightmares to begin.

[darkenedowl-blog]

[sjuft]

Så har jeg sommerferie, glæder mig til at være ensom og rastløøøøøs!

[poisonous-poetry]

Deaths Fingers and my Pain

I feel deaths fingers reaching closer to touch me but I scream loudly as if I might scare him away.

Strangely a week ago I saw death in my walkway and sang to him a beautiful song as a gift to his presence.

I wished him here for so many years beacuse the pain I felt in my chest was unbearable

I sang to him a death song.

My song was heard by the universe first and it took my pain from my chest and replaced it with a beautiful sunflower to reflect my songs beauty so I could see the life in every peddle.

Death saw no beauty in my song so he hid in his cloke with his poisonous fingers playing with a string I call my emotions tangling and knotting my purple string.

But to deaths surprise when he had noticed my song became silence he looked from his cloke to see me across the room dancing in the universe stars and he looked back at his fingers only to see my purple string was mine for the first time.

He crept close, jealously, and sang my song of pain and sadness even more beautiful than I did.

The universe stood still and looked at me with their beautiful stars and suns and planets and whisperd

"Do you hear that song my sunshine? It comes from lies" so I listened close.

As I closed my eyes and cupped my ears I heard all my pain and sadness rush to me

every single tear death ignored was falling from his lips like a sad violin.

I realized death did hear my song.

He heard every single tear and chose to cause more pain so I did what felt best and I screamed as deaths poisonous fingers reaching closer for me as if I might scare him away.