#valorblooded

[coffeebleeds]

@valorblooded

When was the last time this man had slept? Technically, twenty minutes ago, when his alarm woke him up from a surprise nap in the library. Just enough time  to shove his notes and books into his bag and stumble out into the afternoon sun. Whoever said that second year was easier was a liar and he wanted their head on a platter for all the suffering they caused him.

He huffed it to the appointment, partially delirious from lack of sleep and an overabundance of caffeine. His friends had concerns, but he laughed it off and called it an affect of ADHD. Truthfully, he had no idea whether he actually suffered from such a thing, but he’d read enough on it that he thought it was a high probability. And if not, he’d fake the results anyway. He needed that Adderall.

That was his whole purpose in booking this appointment. Only two weeks into the semester and he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t recover at all over the summer (thanks, unpaid internship) and so started the year just as burnt out as he ended the last one. If he didn’t want to check himself into a mental hospital and ruin his future chances of bar passage, he needed help now. Thankfully, he didn’t have classes on Fridays.

He steeled himself on the elevator up to the office, going over the plan in his head. Say whatever you have to say to get those drugs. Distraction, executive dysfunction, restlessness, rejection sensitive dysphoria, all those buzzwords and symptoms he’d read about in the library. When the doors opened, he took a deep breath. He had a mission. If he wanted to be a lawyer someday, he’d have to survive law school.

[superbeaucoupdevisages]

@valorblooded​ continued from here.

    The look of sheer horror on his face fueled her ego- Good! Even with a childish game like the American ‘jenga’, she had to prove herself the best- Or at least the best in the room.

      “Foolish of you to challenge me- Even if it is a child’s game, I do not take challenges lightly.” It was weird, but she always wanted to prove herself victorious in any situation, if she could.

      “Rematch? Why? You know the outcome will only be the same, do you not? Or do you truly hold onto your pride that tightly? If that is the case, well...Your hubris will be the end of you eventually.”

[gebrochener-adler]

An unusual appointment

@valorblooded

It was strange to think that Roderich had only been in this city a handful of times. Perhaps even only once? He could not remember anything particular about ‘Chicago’. At over two thousand years of age, one might assume that he would have traveled the world many times over. This was not the case, in fact he so preferred keeping to his own borders and continent that there were quite a few countries and places he had never even stepped foot upon. Even now, he had very few plans to do so. Such did not bother him. What did bother him was a more recent development. Help was never something he sought of his own accord. After visiting a few businesses with interests in exporting, politicians, and other similar ventures, his flights back home had been delayed and it had been suggested, or one might say heavily encouraged, for him to visit a psychiatrist of all things. Said person who had suggested it had also implied they would only continue to drive him around the city for the while they were stuck there if he called the number on a card they had tossed at him. 

He really needed a new driver who was less aware of his entire history. Sighing, and exhaling a lot of smoke as he was of course, on his third cigarette of the day, he tapped the number into his phone and waited for an answer. Perhaps he should have asked who this psychiatrist even was, but he could only presume they had some form of experience with, well, his particularly unique state of being. A part of him hoped for a lack of answer so that he could feign ignorance about the whole affair. 

[il-rinascita]

@valorblooded

She’s headed back from Plein Air class, which was already a disaster because of the rain, when she trips - slips, rather - on the still-wet curb of the sidewalk and faceplants into the asphalt. Her things spill into the waterlogged curb, soaking the wooden case in the greasy water, particularly her still wet panel, now facedown in the water. With scraped skin and flourish of obscenities, she pulls the painting back out - as if it was any use. The watercolor is now more of a dirty looking water ombre, and to make it worse, this is when a car swings around the curve, hitting a pothole and splashing her bent form with even more nasty water. 

“Oh fuck you-!”

[superbeaucoupdevisages]

@valorblooded continued from here.

    Oh, he could just feel the nerves from his head to his toes! Hopefully there wasn’t too much wrong- Or whatever was wrong would be easy to fix over time! Though he knew it wouldn’t be quick and painless like getting a shot at the doctor’s, this was a good step to him being a bit more mature and responsible, he guessed.

    He almost jumped when he heard the other talk, quickly making his way into the room, a bright cheery look on his face as he spoke.

      “Ciao, ciao! I did my best to be on time! I’m super sorry this is late and stuff- I know you probably wanna go home and all that- I only told them after 2 in the afternoon, but I didn’t think they’d pick this late~!” He quickly and easily made himself at home, his eyes darting around the room to take in the decor and the few dated art pieces- Maybe he could make him some more modern pieces that would fit better? Oh, right- He should focus on the appointment at hand.

      “Oh-! Uhm-! You can just call me Feli! That’s what everyone calls me! Mr.Vargas sounds more like my dad, hehe~”

[superbeaucoupdevisages]

@valorblooded​ continued from here.

    Had she surprised him? Granted she was a smidge late- The bus system in big cities like this were so confusing sometimes! She didn’t want to bother Natallia by asking for a ride, she was the big sister after all! She could make it herself! Though she had gotten a little...Lost at first. She still made it! He seemed rather busy so she had contemplated simply coming back another time- But thankfully he’d noticed her before she did!

    Her face lit up rather quickly and gently took his hand in both of her own to give it a shake. “Hello, hello! That is me, yes! And you are the doctor of which everyone is in such commotion about, correct?” After all, they’d had a rather informal meeting about all of this, and everyone did seem to be riled by this unanimous decision by their leaders to come and see this kind gentleman. But Katyusha was quite interested in the chance to visit another country more often now- Even if it was for therapy!

      “Please, Katya will be best, formal-speak is not needed, doctor! Mostly I am no good at it- And the language, but I try my best for you! Many apologies for that, I hope no problem is present?”

[teableeds]

[sends text with this meme with a bunch of heart emojis]

[sends back: 'gay']

[amantebravo]

@valorblooded​ | starterrrrr

“I TOLD Lovino I did NOT need therapy!! Why on earth did I agree to this?” Antonio may have gone to the appointment but he sure as hell isn’t happy about it. This is a man who doesn’t see the benefit in taking care of your mental health. To him, he’s too far gone. His whining will continue.