depersonalization

“Four months from now will be the seven year anniversary of when you and Osamu Dazai released your hugely successful first and only album Double Black and its diamond single Corruption. After performing with Dazai earlier this year, are you planning anything special to celebrate?” “Corruption is insanely overrated, and I would prefer to never hear Dazai’s voice for the rest of my fucking life.” gorgeous art by @Letnia919 and liz [Russian Translation][Vietnamese Translation-Facebook][Vietnamese Translation-Wordpress]

The light still doesn't make sense against his eyes, but he thinks he remembers something like color. There is a lot of color around him, and he is able to discern white and black and a great deal of something else. It's a breathtaking splash of vivacity on a new canvas, where there had been no canvas at all for so many eternities. It is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Red, Xie Lian finally names it. - In a disorienting turn of luck, Xie Lian is rescued from State Preceptor Fangxin's coffin. He recovers his other senses in good time, but his sight is taking longer to return—decades with no exposure to light have weakened his capacity for it. His benefactor and worshiper, a wealthy and eccentric ghost named Hua Cheng, hasn't left his side for months. _ Russian translation by north_ichor!!!

In which Venom isn’t so nice to Eddie after the initial escape from the lab. He’s just found himself a new plaything, and it’s his to explore. If you want consensual relationship porn, or even just dub-con, this is not your fic. This is a darker Venom. A Venom who hasn’t learned to love Eddie yet. Or maybe he never will.

Philza had not planned a long trip to the nether. He planned to get blaze rods, a normal trip. It would take a day, maximum. He had a town to get back to. He hadn’t planned on becoming a prisoner, and he especially hadn’t planned on becoming much, much more than that. Maybe he was missing out on a lot. Maybe the gods had other plans. Techno is the King of the Nether, or at least that’s what he proclaimed himself. If he was never to see the overworld again, he was going to spend his days gaining the most territory of anyone. He’s a force to be reckoned with… Until one avian hybrid flips his entire view on life. Could he really learn to enjoy it again? Would dark magic take that all away, or become an ally?

When Stiles finally managed to contort himself the right way without causing injury, he stared at the words on his inner thigh. And then he stared some more, long enough for the water to grow cold around him, wondering if this was part of the dream. Finally he decided that it had to be real only because his subconscious was not creative enough to come up with this. There, in freckle-brown letters stark against pale skin, was the name Jackson Whittemore.

Leo's mind rebelled against the sensation. The heaviness burst into awareness, body, limbs, lungs, blinking. The middle distance he'd apparently been staring in focused. Leo was awake. Leo was aware. Leo was alive. Being alive wasn't something he thought he'd be. or: recovery fic featuring dissociation problems, missing limbs, and Leo discovering a familiar presence in his mind. twice the trauma in one body, what could go wrong?

After Hollow Mind, Hunter runs. Finding himself is a lot harder than he thought it would be.

Kim Rok Soo, age 36, was sick and tired of life.This was what was the main instigator for him deciding to listen to his coworker and play the romance game “Birth of the Soulmate’s Hero”.Kim Rok Soo didn’t have any real obsession or connection with any of the characters; after all, it was a fictional game. Though it was true that he enjoyed the game and the world building, as well as the characters’ scripts, he wasn’t delusional.But when he opened his eyes one Monday morning, he found himself in a very fancy room that was very much not his own. BEING REWRITTEN, REWRITTEN VERSION IS NEXT IN SERIES!! Spanish Translation- Wattpad Russian Translation- Wattpad

Talon felt like it was falling. It had felt this way for days. Ever since the Man-who-wasn't-court had taken it. ≡ ≡ ≡ Talon doesn't know who these people are, or what they wanted with it or how they took it away from the Court, or if it was going to get punished for it. Talon doesn't know how to get away, or if it even wants to.

Desperate to circumvent her fate and leave the place that holds her literal nightmares, Sylvanas Windrunner seeks out the powerful Jaina Proudmoore to form a contingency plan. However, with the introduction of the mourneblade and the reminder of her traumatic past, Sylvanas realizes the mage is her only true path to freedom and, despite Jaina's initial reservations, an uneasy alliance is formed. Unfortunately, the mistrust between them comes to a crux at the worst time, and in order to move forward Jaina suggests an old elven agreement that, unbeknownst to her, she has gravely misunderstood the intentions of. or Yet another marriage fic, except we're dealing with the Shadowlands mess and actually addressing Sylvanas' trauma.

So here you are, in the future. The rest is more complicated. OR: Bucky Barnes learns how to be angry again.

He fell into a deep bow, smiling the whole while. “I’m the ringmaster, of course.” “Is that skin— Is it yours?” Old wood groaned as the Archivist shifted his weight. “Originally.” “It is!” the ringmaster said as he swooped back upright. “Nikola decided I wore it well, so she let me keep it. Why do you ask?” The Archivist gave him another once-over. “You just… you look familiar. Like someone I know.” On relearning, reconnecting, and redefining.

Dream has wormed his way into Tommy's mind, manipulating every thought and action he takes. He makes Tommy believe he's nothing, and that no one is there for him. Tommy believes him, and figures there's only one way to stop being a waste of space. An unsuspecting Technoblade is thrown into action as a distressed Tubbo is crying and asking Techno questions he doesn't know the answers to, wishing to know where his best friend is. It had been weeks, and no one had heard from him. Techno would find his brother and save him from whatever was holding him down.

A collection of my headcanons. The warnings for each chapter will be in the notes. Some of these will include the Future versions of them. ♡Sfw! (completely safe to read for all ages!)✩ Warning! (may contain uncomfortable topics so read the notes before)⋆ Suggestive (not nsfw, but has suggestive themes)✧ Nsfw! (explicit, please don't read if you're under 18)✿ Contains Casey &/or April❀ Future boys! (From the Rise Kraang timeline)🍓Just Raph⚔️Just Leo👾Just Donnie✨Just Mikey🥊Just Casey🚧Just April

Ranboo is an ender hybrid who struggles with his memory and meets Technoblade.Philza is the king of the Antarctic Empire. Philza is also a father, with two biological sons, and one missing adopted son.Techno was the adopted son of King Philza.The Blade is a weapon who escaped it's wielders and fought in the war against the undead, on the side of the Antarctic Empire.Technoblade is a solitary potato farmer in the frigid north. Searching for a peaceful life. Unfortunately the universe isn't a fan of peaceful lives.

"We accept the love we think we deserve." - Stephen Chbosky Eddie Guerrero and Chris Benoit have been best friends for many years, both developing feelings for each other. A relationship finally blossoms, but toxic seeds are planted and soon they will grow and wrap around them, choking the love out. **** Author's Note -Please pay attention to the tags. There will be both graphic and non-graphic scenes of rape and abuse, including flashbacks. If those make you uncomfortable or if they’re triggering for you, please do not read this fanfic.

Carolina is gone, Maine subsumed by the Meta. A patchwork being of loss and memory, they wander in pursuit of Sigma's dream. Which fragments of them will hold the key to their salvation or destruction—theirs, and Maine's as well?