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Host was bored. Sitting on a tall flower, watching the world around him. He was blind, though had learned to see magic. He had learned to stay away from humans, but they were fun to mess with, especially when he was alone. He noticed someone walking nearby though, their inner magic catching his eye. Curious, he flew up and towards them, though high above so he wouldn’t be noticed.

dark-and-deadly-passion:

dark-and-deadly-passion:

@emptynarration

Dark was barelly dragging his legs behind himself at this point, but he wanted to see the outside world as much as he could. He didn¨t know how much time Hades gave him to stay alive.

He stopped from time to time to caugh, feeling like his lungs might give up any time soon.

When he heard fluttering of wings around himself, he looked up with his pitch black eyes to see who was keeping him company.

The man carrying the firy soon noticed the colors draining from under his feet, and quiet steps behind himself. he had to hold back a scream when he noticed the monochrome figure, who stared at him with seemingly empty eyesockets.

dark reached one hand forward in an expecting gesture. “Give the the fairy. Now.” he almost growled.

Host could hear Dark. He laid his hands onto the glass of the jar, looking up. He wanted to be with Dark, but he didn’t feel well anymore. His wings were a dull colour from the drain of magic too.

“Dark…”, he mumbled, only he able to hear himself.

antiocalypse:

emptynarration:

Markus was gasping and moaning as Anti thrust into him like that. He continued kissing and nipping into his neck and jaw, wanting Anti to feel as good as he could, clenching around him again and again so he was sure Anti was feeling good.

“Like this?” Anti purrs, accidentally digging his claws into Markus’s skin as he applies a bit of pressure. He continues to move his fingers in slow circles, meticulously rubbing the base of Markus’s wings as Anti purrs softly.

Anti’s ears perk up a bit when he hears Markus hum in pleasure, and he can’t but smirk a little. He liked hearing him make those noises, and wanted to keep doing whatever was getting him to hum and moan.

“How does it feel? Do ye want me ta press harder?” He asks after a short while, digging his claws into Markus’s back just a tiny bit harder.

Markus gasped as Anti dug his fingers more into him, feeling his claws. “Y-yes..”, he managed to reply, nodding lightly. Soft noises of pleasure escaped him between heavy breaths, squirming slightly and moaning whenever Anti got closest to his wings.

“Really good- a-ahh.”, Markus moaned as Anti pressed a bit harder, tensing up slightly. It felt really good.

Enyo walked through the forest with an air of apprehension. His old village had stood where he stood but nature seemed to have reclaimed what was rightfully its king king ago. He looked around in awe. His nightmare turned to a literal paradise, his own personally paradise. He heard tale of a deity inside the woods but it didn’t bother him, he tried to avoid him as much as. He wanted to be alone in his solace. He sat with his back against a tree and for the first time in a long time he felt safe.

insanity-is-spreading:

emptynarration:

Elvin knew when someone entered the forest. But like anyone with no ill intentions, there was nothing that would harm Enyo.
Elvin was as old as the forest. Even older, technically, as he was the beginning of it. His tree stood here, right by the lake, first. When there had been nothing but plains, no human anywhere in sight.
Enyo’s village had been the one to teach him to hide inside his tree and stay away from humans. Except one little girl, who had found him, and taught him to love everything.
He had been here when the village fell. He had watched the humans move away one by one, until the village had been burned to the ground. By then a few more trees had grown close to his. The beginning of the forest.
And now there was nothing left, except Elvin, and his forest. The lake protected by a magical charm that lead everyone in circles around it. Unable to go to the lake.

Enyo looked up half expecting to see him but he could also tell he was behind him. He was curious and wanted to see who he spoke to but knowing he didn’t want to be seen he respected that and stayed sat. He frowned as the flowers got too wet to continue to weave so he set the half made flower grown to the side.

“A little chill can be chased away with a flurry of wisps once the rain dwindles.” He replies simply. “Though if you desire is for me to leave, I’ll be gone in a heartbeat.” He promised.

“I don’t mind if you’ll stay.”, Elvin hummed, smiling lightly. “As long as you’re no harm to us, and no one else, we’ll appreciate your stay.”. He would like to know someone else was in the forest, living here, peaceful and kind. It was a nice thought, and maybe he could come to Enyo more often to talk.

“But I still don’t wish for you to be cold, or get sick, no matter how fast you can dry and heal. If you’d like to make a home, there’s a small clearing nearby.”.

punk-isnt-dead-its-a-vampire:

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abcsofadhd:

So I found out a few months ago that wanting to ‘not exist’ or wishing you could ‘just sleep forever’ is also considered suicidal (specifically suicidal idealization). It shocked me cause I used to think that way when I was younger but had previously thought that being suicidal meant explicitly wanting to die.. but it actually involves wanting to not live too.

I think its an important thing to note cause it might allow someone to realize the severity of their condition earlier.

This was the funniest thing to me. Because I was talking to a counselor, and they were like “Are you suicidal?”

“No not really. But sometimes I don’t want to exist though”

“You do know that’s suicidal ideation?”

“…what?”

I wish I kind of knew before. Like honestly, we know so little about mental health.

Same goes for wanting to run away, I had this urge for the longest time, to just leave, I thought it was because I was looking for thrill or something but after a few dozen times of googling “why do I want to run away so badly?” And “is it normal to want to run away?” I found out that that’s also a symptom of depression and suicidal idealization, obviously not as strong but definetly also a part that’s not talked about a lot