[zakuro.]

Mark

[cece.]

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𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚊
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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎.

That’s the only thing I remember telling myself. I stood in front of the mirror but all I could see was a hue of yellow that was supposed to be me. The voices in my head screamed at me, telling me to stop. To end it all.
You don’t deserve to be happy.
You’re too fat.
You’re too annoying.
You will never be good enough for anyone.
I couldn’t believe the voices that were echoing in my head but they were drowning me. They suffocated my words with endless lies and all I had to do was zone them out, but how is that possible? How could I do that when the voices in my head were using my own insecurities against me? Happy thoughts, I said. Happy thoughts, but that wasn’t enough. I began to feel my face become moist as the tears started to flow and my eyes began to burn. My vision had become clouded from the tears streaming down my face and all I could do was close my eyes to try to defeat the monster inside me.

𝙼𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎.

In a moment like this, it’s hard to think of the positive when your brain can only focus on the negative. I tried to tell myself that it’ll be okay and that I am loved and this shall pass but the voices in my head screeched louder and louder until I couldn’t hear myself think and they became too unbearable. I sunk to the floor and the cold tiles welcomed me with a soft, chilling touch, as if she was waiting for me to join her. Why couldn’t I think happy thoughts? Why can’t I just be happy? My emotions were at an all time high and my body was physically weak and the only thing I could do was close my eyes.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢.

I woke with a sudden jolt and my mom was kneeling over me with a worried expression clouding her face. “Liv, are you alright?” A small grunt left my mouth and she enclosed me in her arms as we sat there on the bathroom floor together. Her hug was soothing and welcoming and the only thing I could do, was cry. These episodes are something I deal with, as I have bipolar depression. It’s hard living with this because I can go from extremely happy to extremely upset in a blink of an eye and it’s difficult determining when my next episode will hit. I have learned that the voices taunting me is just my illness speaking in the form of a familiar voice. It’s hard to recover from these because they drain me but they make me stronger. They show me that I am bigger and I am tougher than my condition and I’m still here. And that’s something to be proud of.

𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞,
𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

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[Imagine_Ink]

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Such a beauty!

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[deerbroken]

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mark !! o:

[rabidlynxeon]

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[Brainiac5]

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“There was a time when I worked hard to achieve something.”
“Who, you? Perish the thought.”
“Yes, yes, once upon a time even I had a work ethic. I was an adolescent then, chasing my first job. My mane was short in those days, if you can imagine that. I was hoping to work as a photographer you see, at KalFashion.”
“KalFashion? And a photographer?”
“That was a long time ago. Anyway, I walked in, with my brand new camera, and asked to see the director of photography. Obviously I had no idea how these things worked. The secretary told me I couldn’t just walk in like that, and I was escorted out when I refused to leave. It’s embarrassing to remember. I sat outside for a long time. The sun was starting to set when I was startled by a flash.”
“Someone took your picture?”
“Yeah. An up-and-coming photographer from the company across the way, then called Ingot Media. He had thought I was asleep, apparently, and thought I looked so beautiful that he just had to take my picture.”
“A little creepy, but okay I guess.”

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[SpartanAmethyst]

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This. Freaking. Sucked.

Pushing farther into the sandstorm, the young god struggled against the high winds and stinging sand. Why did she choose to live like this? This was miserable! He'd make sure they'd have a palace, with servants and everything. This living on the wilderness was for the birds. Regardless, he needed to complete his quest. His father did not approve of him taking a mortal mate, but did he not remember that his mother had been mortal when they fell in love, then he Ascended her soul after her death? Smirking, Osiris snorted in contempt. He'd always been quite the hypocrite. In anger, he'd fought with his father, and been cursed to mortality with only fragments of his power left. Then, smartly (not), Osiris had thrown a temper tantrum and exhausted himself. But despite his tiredness, he was stubborn, and he would win the girl without fancy magic or tricks, and he'd take her to be his goddess regardless of his father's blessing. Even without, Sai would just live a peaceful life with her, and his father could raise another kid to take over the mantle. Osiris really could not care less. Finally he found her shelter, just as the storm seemed to pass. Standing at the top of a dune, he watched as she entered her tipi, quietly bedding down for the evening. That horse she loved so much stood nearby, nibbling the dry grasses. Osiris rolled his shoulders, straightened his back, and approached the site- only to be chased off by the protective steed. The god growled after he'd retreated a safe distance, and tried again. And again. And again. He really needed to get around that horse.

He tried over weeks to get close, but was always chased away even when he thought Riawhen was gone. He wasn't sure if it was fate or his father messing with him, but he wasn't going to quit now. It was late one evening when he heard a bone-chilling scream - her scream - and he scrambled out from the den he'd hidden himself away in. Down the cliff he saw Kari clinging to the nearby tree as Riawhen desperately tried to fight off a grotesque, terrifying creature his father had many times warned of, but Osiris spared no thought before he leapt down in defense of his future mate. Quickly he threw himself between the skinwalker and Kari, summoning the last of his energy to generate a bright flash of pure light. It effectively blinded the skinwalker, and sent it screaming back into the darkness; panting heavily, Osiris turned to see Riawhen helping Kari down; she watched him curiously, and he flashed his most confident grin. "Hello there."

"You... saved us, thank you," she murmured softly. Riawhen had taken his place behind her, and was watching him warily.

"Anything for a pretty lady like you. Name's Osiris; I hate to ask, but can we find somewhere with more light? I'm, uh, not a big fan of the dark."
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[Kyar]

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Love the design, now let's see if I can put a character to this golden child