#upsetting content

[ask-mobile-iterator-project]

welcome to my iterator OC's ask blog! ヾ(ˊᗜˋ*)

⚠️warning: there is a good chance of seeing heavy and disturbing subject matter and emotionally distressing content! please proceed with caution!

rules and info under the readmore!

specifically I want to bring light to specific upsetting themes I will tag:

abuse

manipulation

depictions of trauma

depictions of mental illness

more that may be revealed as the story progresses (and i understand what stuff to tag ;;; i will do my best!!)

potentially sensitive and upsetting content will be tagged with "upsetting content" along with specific tags if applicable

I have so many thoughts about SLS, and I thought it'd be fun to make unraveling her backstory kinda interactive with you guys! I may post comics unrelated to asks expanding on her backstory at points ^_^

I think being able to interact with her is really fun...

Rules:

please don't send question lists or several asks in one submission- split them up please!

no rp asks - I am not sure how to handle other people's OCs and I don't want things to derail too much;; sorry!

no character changing magic asks

you can give her items but...please be reasonable ^^;;

please nothing suggestive or nsfw

i can reject anything im uncomfy with

If I don't answer your ask, it doesn't necessarily mean it broke a rule. Please be understanding! I may just not know how to answer it, or be too busy, or have already answered it, etc

Tag Guide

this post will be tagged with all of these for your convenience!

#ask sls: answers to asks

#ooc: out of character. admin stuff

#non-canon: for sillier stuff or things that are definitely not canon.

#fanart: reblogs of fanart (i would be overjoyed if you made fanart!)

#moon's art: posts/reblogs of my own art of SLS, unrelated to asks.

#sls worldbuilding: asks/posts that contribute to the worldbuilding of sls's universe.

#sls lore: asks/posts that contribute to sls's lore.

#sls characters: asks/posts that relate to other characters in sls's story.

#minor angst: asks/posts that contain minor angst, or have hints of angst.

#angst: asks/posts with angst

#major angst: usually paired with upsetting content, but hey why not have three levels of angst anyways.

#upsetting content: see above section about warnings!

#backstory post: not ask related. just for lore hehe

Inbox Status: Open!

[bisonaari]

In my quest of searching for content on the finnish language in french, I found the vid of this french guy who lived in Finland for 10 years explaining why he went back to live in France. THIS IS THE WORST VIDEO I'VE EVER WATCHED like this is the most pretentious french guy I've seen in the world, talking about finns like they're another species, too many leftists there (they have women in their government like I don't have anything against women especially when they're young HEHUHEHUH, but this is going too far), they listen to rap can you imagine the horror, and their language is useless and gonna die 💀💀💀

I wish this guy a very fuck you

[beauregardlionett]

OHHHH DEAR HE KNOWS HER NAME

[corvidprompts]

There’s something living under your skin.

No, not something. Someone.

It’s not you. You think. You’re pretty sure. You’ve never been so hungry before. Never been the kind of person to get mad, either. But now it feels like everything's turning your stomach into knots, demanding - something.

You can remember things, too. Someone else’s name. Someone else’s body, built different from your own. You keep tripping over things, expecting your legs to be longer, your centre of gravity to be higher.

It’s not you. You don’t know who it is.

They don’t like that name, either.

[balkanradfem]

I used to think butterflies are so unproblematic, pure and sign of everything good and beautiful.. now I see a butterfly looking at my young broccoli and I lose my shit.. 

I had to pull a caterpillar that was devouring one of my plants (butterflies lie eggs on plants, then caterpillars eat the plant to the ground unless removed) and it was so big, so strong and stubborn I almost couldn’t pull it off! I had to fight.. with a caterpillar.. with a lil baby butterfly.. for the life of my plant.. that is messed up. I don’t end them I just throw them into the grass and hope they find something else to munch on, hopefully they still live, but seriously.. how will I have peace in life.. now that butterflies are my enemies... am I the villain here... 

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

Greetings from a really really badly written disaster movie! This is not a very coherent text, and most of it was typed up on a phone with awkward half-frozen fingers (first snow of this entire bizarre winter! Oh, what timing.)

Today, after a week of ramping up quarantine and isolation measures and general mounting paranoia, we got woken up at 6 am from deep sleep by the strongest earthquake recorded in these parts in the past 140 years. 5.5 Richter with a 5.0 and 3.7 immediately afterwards and numerous smaller aftershocks might not sound extremely severe to some, but in a not super well off eastern european country, in a city full of old austro-hungarian buildings it is... pretty damn bad. Collapsed roofs and chimneys, houses wrecked, tons of cars done for, people panic-pingponging between the "stay inside" police enforced orders of days just before and staying out in the open until damage assessment can be done for buildings and people can be let back in. The famous cathedral tower broke off, which is the photo all the media's been reporting with. Luckily and perhaps miraculously, no casualties reported so far (by now at 3 pm: one, sadly) and few serious injuries. But the biggest issue are of course hospitals, some of which were hit pretty badly - including, distressingly, the biggest local maternity and neonatal center - which has now been evacuated into tents previously set up for corona virus treatment capacity expansion. Some reports from a local paper with photos and video.

Our walls are cracked, some more badly than others, no huge immediately apparent and threatening damage to the apartment or the (pretty old) building... so far... that we can see... for now. A lot of people I know have gone to be with their families. My mum's tiny 20 year old car is probably completely toast, but none of us really want to go out in the street to check. Me, my mum and brother have mostly spent the morning in the building's little yard out back, where there are no people (because of course the virus is a huge concern... waiting to see the shitstorm in a week or two, alas) and are... well, I can't say I feel very confident writing we are safe and I have no idea when, if ever, I will feel like that again, but we're all bundled up and have packs prepared with water bottles and documents and power banks and whatnot. Going back in every once in a while, wrapping up in totally legit shock blankets, armed with whistles gathered from various protests past, just in case. We went inside for good around 1 pm (it's 4 pm as of my actually posting this). Gas seems fine, electrical and plumbing too. Kind of having trouble telling my own shaking apart from any aftershocks, but definitely no sleep tonight. Dealing with extreme twitchiness at the slightest of sounds, handling feeling like "home" is gonna come crashing down around your ears if you let your guard down for a moment, that's gonna take a while. Generally speaking people are understandably deeply shaken up (I don't want to be making even inadvertent puns but I literally cannot think of a better word), jumping at every noise, some that have been displaced and/or evacuated are being taken to vacated university student housing.

Home internet is a bust, phone signal is super weak, just wanted to type something out for people and check in a bit... and occupy myself just a tiny bit too. All while being ready to scram at a moment's notice.

Currently feeling like grimly joking about how I can now add a viral pandemic, lockdown quarantine, and a terrifying earthquake to my wartime bomb shelter childhood experience list and, uh, that's quite enough, thanks.

Minako is missing a leg... I'll find it eventually.

[crudelydrawnhlm]

the header.

[corvidprompts]

Xe’s not a healer.

There’s no healing here. No collagen production, no gentle knitting of tissues. Xe’s a puppeteer, encouraging skin to melt and slide together, bones to knit, splinters to smooth over, nerves to fire.

It’s so, so easy to break a body. It’s a lot harder to put one back together.

No, not a healer. But it’s a gentle lie for such a cruel truth.