Percy / Jupiter | they/them or ve/vir/vis | 19 | I'll post about whatever I'm into here! | currently into the mobile game A3!
congrants on being born!!
Answering this wayyy late, but thank you so much!!!
My friend Night's character for a new tabletop rp we're doing with friends sometime. She is epic so I drew her. I will be sharing my own character sometime once I clean up the sketches.
i promise im not dead im back
its daisy and sunnys birthday today so i doodled them real quick
Thank you anon !!!!!!!!!!! ^D^
Oh!!!! Happy birth ! :P 🎂🎁🎉
AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!
concept for a dnd character, or npc, who knows.
No, bro. *grabs hand* We're pro Fortnite gamers.
IT'S MY BIRTHDAYYYYY I'M 19 NOW!!!!
I realized I sometimes work through negative emotions by writing fanfic related to them which is... interesting.
When I was having a lowkey breakdown about people shipping two particular characters? Wrote a platonic fic with them to make myself feel better.
Had trouble feeling like I deserved to be friends with people, and worried they were going to leave me? Wrote a fic about a character I relate to going through the same thing.
And today, when I felt left out by my friends when they were talking about a ship (because I felt like I hadn't contributed enough to it, etc) I wrote a fic about it. And it was... nice...? I'm not sure how healthy it was, but the fact that people yelled at me for writing angst and then told me they actually love the fic... aaaaaa it was great.
I'm just worried I'll keep feeling like this, like I'm excluded or not doing enough for them. I hope not.
Someone left a comment on my fic and I was flapping my hands which I think is called "happy stimming"??? The person who commented is someone I've talked to a few times online, and I'm just. so happy they like my stuff ;-;
I confessed to them a while back that I want to impress them, and they said that I already do which is just. Clutches heart. Helpppppp people are too niceeeeee
BPD traits - are people with BPD good or bad?babushka
There's a giant stigma out there around BPD. Our mental illness doesn't make us want to hurt others, but it makes it harder for us to handle our emotions, including the negative ones, it also subjects us to overwhelming fear of abandonment and distorts the way we view people around us, making us unintentionally manipulative and emotionally unstable, which can be a huge drain of our loved ones as they're struggling to maintain their own stability. There's also, apparently, the romantization of BPD. There isn't a lot of it, and it doesn't involve romanticizing potentially toxic behaviours. Instead, this romantization suggests that people with BPD are the only ones that are capable of a true, deeper love, extreme loyality to the point of complete selflessness - something one desires in a partner or a friend, and something that people without BPD just aren't able to feel. And high sensitivity of people with BPD often leads them to becoming some sort of an artist, and the romantization of mental illness in artists isn't new.
So, does BPD make you bad? Or good? Do positives outweigh the negatives?
Short answer, no, no, wrong question. BPD doesn't make you bad or good, it makes you show symptoms of BPD, just as depression doesn't make you bad or good, just depressed.
Now let's first examine the character traits we think are good or bad. Loyality, for example. Imagine a partner who is loving and loyal to you - but maybe a little to extreme? They are always there to help you before you even say you need help, they jump ahead to save you from various troubles and always end up in trouble themselves, they seem to put their life on the line for you and you don't know how to handle it. You feel like you owe them, but they never give you the chance to repay this debt. Their life slowly collapses as they neglect their needs to please you, and you feel like you are responsible for it. You're overwhelmed, but you can't walk away - they love you so much, you're afraid it will break their heart and literally kill them.
Now imagine having a partner who is selfish. Well, at least that's what people say when they learn that your partner says " I put myself and my needs first". They've cut toxic people out of their life and they'll encourage you to do the same. As they give you flowers and see your happy smile, they say "well, seeing you smile makes me happy, so i wanna see it more. And seeing you sad makes me upset, but now you're not sad, and I'm not upset anymore". You don't have to worry about them getting in trouble or getting hurt, because they know better to take care of themselves. They will tell you what they want for their birthday without you trying to guess and getting scared to guess wrong.
Okay, okay, I see, you say, character traits are complex, we just saw a bad partner who's loyal and a good partner who's selfish, now who of them has BPD?
And the answer is both of them can have it! Also both of them can be mentally fine. See, first of all, BPD manifests very differently. Secondly, it doesn't really give you... character traits? I mean, it heavily influences your behaviour, but... BPD can make me feel intense love and also intense hatred for the same people in different circumstances - so should i call myself "loving" or "hateful"? Another symptom of mine is feeling emptiness in place where my personality should be - do i even HAVE character traits? If you insist everything, including you, must be inherently good or bad, that is so-called "black-and-white thinking" - a symptom of BPD and other mental illnesses. Here's a simple test for you - bad people don't usually question themselves at all.
So I'm a good person, you ask? Yeah!
Oh, you have one more question. What is it? Are you a good person because of BPD, or despite it?
Neither. You're a good person with BPD. Just a person with BPD.
Everything else is up to you. Go on, create yourself.
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A Happy Prologue
OC writing, 451 words. The God of Storms and a fellow god rest in a flower garden for the gods.
They had read here a few times when they were still discovering the world, a newborn god with a self confident ignorance.
Now, they sit with their friend (friend? Does one as arrogant as the God of Storms deserve to have a friend? Is such a thing even possible?) here. Their friend with his expressive mismatched eyes brushes pollen from their shoulders and makes flower chains with his large hands and careful fingers.
“Are you making a rope from those flowers?” the God of Storms asks, breathing in and leaning back on their palms, head to the brilliant blue sky.
“Are you going to strangle us with them?” They grin at their friend sharply, even as his face contorts into a frown. “Aw, don’t give us that look. We were just thinking, you know,” they wave their fingers around as if that would explain their thoughts. “We want to go to the ends of Earth with you; it would be inconvenient if you tried to kill us.”
Their friend bites his lip, fingers clenching around the flowers, petals over-crumbling within his grip. “You… want to go to the ends of Earth. With me.” His voice is flat, almost weak.
The God of Storms is dark and warm against the cool grass as they rest their head against their friend’s arm. “With you,” they repeat. “Who else? Our followers? Who could compete against someone like you? Certainly not our colleagues.”
Their friend barks out a startled laugh. “I just hadn’t considered you’d care for me enough for that. And, besides, I thought you liked our coworkers.”
“They don’t like us, though.”
“Maybe,” their friend says, smiling as he runs his fingers through the God of Storm’s hair, dark blue littered with the pale white of godlike flower pollen. Enough to poison a human, but just enough to make the gods feel showered by stars in their artificial garden. “I think you could gain their trust again if you tried.”
The God of Storms closes their eyes. “We want to…” they sigh, defeat weathering their tone. “We want to try. Even if it’s impossible to get back everything we had. She won’t forgive us, but if we could…” they trail off.
The flowers blow in the wind. The God of Wind runs his fingers through the God of Storm’s hair again.
im procrastinating and decided to do my artfight stuff in advance :|
We are an amalgamation of past and future and our future is a heavy burden.
I once planned to do adoptables but I immediately get attatched to anything I draw, how do y'all do it? 😭
Don’t make yourself smaller for other people’s comfort. You’re doing them and yourself a grave disservice, and the lie of it will fester inside of you. You don’t have to be a storm. You can be a pen, or a song, or a flower, or even a coin, or any combination of things. Just make sure that it feels like you. Enough terrible people take up too much space in this world. Be fearless. Don’t shy away from claiming your own. Sounds like bullshit platitudes, for sure, but it’s solid advice and, I assure you, come by harshly and honestly.
If given the choice on whether to or not, would you (mutually) pine for 4 or more years for one single person if they were super cute? Like I'm saying, would you willing subject yourself to the pining for years?
Pining 4+ years?
Before I knew I was nonbinary, a boy I had a crush on said he was straight and I was disappointed. ??? And I didn’t start questioning my gender right then and there??????? What??????????
Can someone try calling me by pri/prin or pri/prince pronouns? Just to try them out? :')
Nothing says group bonding like guessing each other's emotional repression based on their favorite characters, and then talking about how we figured out we were trans. I love making friends : pleading :
It helps that I've been mutuals with most of them for a while, and wanted to become friends,, and they're all friends with each other and now I'm??? Part of the group??? I wouldn't say they're all my friends right now but we're getting there, little by little. I'm glad they like me.