. AO3: ManicEuphoric. NB lesbian, She/they. 18.
god i love levi for the more minor touches of ptsd/cptsd. the scene where if you don't recruit levi in the basement of the restaurant, it's been an increasingly untenable day - like, believable but dramatically awful childhood backstory, your dad is an alcoholic and kills your mom, you go to silent hill hell torture orphanage where they're doing child sacrifice and multiple forms of abuse, you get recruited into the army and sent on a suicide mission where you're the only survivor out of the crew of other exploited kids and also they gave you an opioid addiction you have no treatment for, you cant take it and decide to run away to the only place you feel any comfort in which is your hometown of the Silent Hill Hell Torture Orphanage, you have an opioid addiction, on the way there the train breaks down and you get shoved into a battle royale in your hometown where everyone youve ever known has been scarred into a infectious demonic husk and destroyed, you have an opioid addiction, The untreatable opioid addiction is beginning to become a real problem on top of all this other shit, Caligura tries to kill you and you run back to cry and freak out in your worst reviewed elementary school on yelp, someone finds you having a paranoid breakdown holed up in a classroom and you immediately assume they're going to kill you because why wouldn't they be after all this and tell them to get it over with and once they say they're not you just ask them to tell you what to do. like Please just tell me what to do. the familiarity of control. how seamlessly it blends with the game mechanics. hed do anything you say for the rest of the game let you cut his arms off without resisting whatever. he'll give you the shirt off his back without asking. hell kill other contestants on your command with just minor restraint. just tell him what to do. I have to STOP this POST because im about to sound like this. God damnit. well . i like hi m in case you were wondjering
TommyBoy, like a tomboy but they dress exclusively in 1920s Mafioso outfits, accent and all.
Ay, baws. Whaddya think yer doin’ trynna put me in a skirt, eh? Stay outta my pants.
happy Thursday the 20th
I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?
next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th
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You know, just in case you wanted to set your queue for the next 6 years
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Since it’s now August 20, 2020… The next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th:
If you wanted to set your queue for the next six years.
