okay no wait a minute

this makes perfect sense

youngest siblings tend to share a similar attitude in which they feel the need to over compensate in things such accomplishments and personality because they are always being over shadowed by older siblings
thats not to say that younger siblings aren’t accomplished
but its the fact that they’re always looking up to someone who is above them and might always get compared to that might make them subconsciously (or consciously) insecure
a lot of times younger siblings turn to things such a humor or some other way to get the attention that they feel they’re not getting because of their older siblings taking up the spotlight

this explains why lance is always trying to over compensate with comments and actions
this explains why he’s always the one cracking jokes and stepping into the center of attention
this explains why he craves a little more direct validation for his accomplishments
this explains why he feels that hes not anything special on the team

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(( OOC: Thank you for the feedback! Constructive criticism is always welcome on this blog. You clearly have a lot of passion for the hp rp community. Hey, why don’t you start rp-ing yourself? Then you could play Remus how you like, instead of expecting me to fulfil your ideal head canon for you? I think you’d do a great job.

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Glitched: Part 10 - Always Watching

Author’s Note: Holy hell, was this insane to write X_X

A few things. Firstly, I apologize for how long it took for this to come out. I was incredibly anxious about school, plus I was just overly struggling with writing this chapter. I had a general idea of what I wanted to happen, but I didn’t really know how to get it down into words.

Secondly, this came out as about 18 pages long in Word so I apologize for how ridiculously long this is! I didn’t think it was going to come out so damn long!

And thirdly, this chapter is heavy on the angst. There’s a little bit of horror – of course – but this chapter is mainly angst-ridden so prepare for a LOT of feels! For Christ’s sake, I CRIED while writing this, so that should be saying something.

WARNING: This chapter is very heavy and is incredibly dark. There are mentions of suicide, abuse (both physical and mental), bullying (mainly cyberbullying), existential crisis, self-mutilation, and incredibly low self-esteem. There are mentions of a character getting lobotomized. There is a scene with a detailed description of the inside of a character’s back, which contains abnormal anatomy.

I will say this and I will say this one: This is NOT a happy fun time chapter! (I know, the story as a whole isn’t happy, but this chapter is VERY heavy on the angst as opposed to the other chapters) There ARE feels.

You have been warned.


(I am SO sorry. I feel so bad for writing this! ;^;)

Listen to this playlist while reading.

Wheezing breaths of agony echoed throughout the room as he operated. Warm sticky crimson spurted onto his naked lanky fingers – the very fingers of which were maneuvering the stainless steel instrument through his patient’s skull. A pained gasp expelled from the man upon the bloodied table.

“Oh be quiet.” The glitching entity hissed with agitation. “Stop your whining.” He scoffed. “You act as though you’ve never felt pain before.” A delighted giggle came ringing out of the creature’s slit throat. “Almost like you’re afraid of dying.”

A quivering whimper could faintly be heard coming from his patient as he fiddled with the orbitoclast. The green-haired demon smirked from behind his surgical mask.

“I must say, Herr Doktor,” He said in a horrible German accent, mocking the man, “you should be proud of me. I’m no doctor, but I seem to be doing an impeccable job here, if I do say so myself.” He bragged, his smirk stretching into a twisted smile.

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I’m a little late for the party but nonetheless, here’s wishing @dokynsoo a belated birthday! Many happy wishes and have a fulfilling year!

vampire cae mk.II

(( aka: this is what happens when i look up at my shelf for art inspiration ))