Me, Taking A Burnout Quiz Out Of Fun

Me, taking a burnout quiz out of fun

‘ Do you struggle with any of the following? ’

Me, ticking every box out of the 9 except the lashing out at others: ....

Me: well shit.

Who are you in a found family?

the silent sufferer

you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

Stolen from @rubbcrhose

Curious cowboy noises

And the neighbor kid under me decided to throw a tantrum. She sounds like a combination of a wild animal and a demon. Might call an exorcist

Can't believe I'm going to bed with the intention of sleeping at 21:25 (9:25 pm). I haven't done that in literal years

“Ah please, embodiment of death, decay here. That half insane cowboy still wants to stick it in me.”

She didn't wait for an answer but immediately took off with Villám, who also seemed glad to put distance between them. The pace relatively slow compared what she could achieve, the slowly dropping veil of darkness bringing a familiar sense of comfort and peace at last.

“Ezt a faszfejet. Fogadjunk, hogy feldobja a talpát a rohadt hústól.” (This dickhead. I bet he will kick the bucket from the rotten meat) Karma sighed, not like she didn't warn him about it. She wanted to finish this as soon as possible, deciding to not bother with tracks but let her powers do the job instead.

Shadows aided her instead of hiding her prey, their presence like a beacon in the abyss. After the direction remained unchanging, probably leading to their hideout her vision returned to normal, adjusting Villám to stay next to the tracks.

“You stink like a corpse left out in the heat for...approximately five days.” Karma spoke without turning around as the unwanted company caught up

“Oh you fucking idiot.” she groaned when she realized the main source of the smell, the body already in a state of decomposition. Maybe he will drop the corpse when his clothes are drenched in its fluids.

Villám's dislike made itself known as the not quite imp approached, Karma didn't quite understand the reason behind her unease as he was far from the scariest creature they've encountered; still her safety was always priority.

“Mindjárt végzünk, nem lesz semmi baj. Tudod, hogy nem hagyom.” (We are almost done, don't worry. You know I wouldn't allow you to be hurt.) Karma whispered gently as she steered back the emerald eyed horse back to the path leading to the end of this

“Sure, how I did not think of shooting like mad for them to scatter again instead of following them back to a hiding place where their movement is limited. What a glorious idea.” she couldn't have kept the venom out of her voice even if she wanted to; frequently reminding herself that the days when she shot someone to do herself a favor are over. She sort of wished they weren't.

Once again checking for the sure signs of life around the previously pinpointed cave, she didn't want to ride Villám up there out of worry she might injure her ankle in the darkness- when the last words caught up with her.

“The fuck did you say you smarmy piece of shit?” Karma whipped around, half of her face still covered by shadows, darkness swirling around the edges of a milky white eye. Shadows seemed to whisper, darken even more and cover any source of light. She dismounted faster than humanly possible, swept across the distance like an acid green swirl of shadows and grabbed his bandana in a furious grip.

“Is it because I have a pair of tits and refuse to roll in the mud with animals because I have a fucking impeccable aim?” a harsh tug, the color slowly filling the empty eye again

“Is it because your inferiority complex caused by generational trauma which I'm not responsible for, nor I give a shit if you sabotage MY livelihood because of that.” the shadows' whisper became constant, their swirl threatening to almost touch

“And if you're this suicidal, then be a man enough to off yourself instead provoking it out of others.” she delivered perhaps with more brutality than she originally wanted to; the dead boar fall apart rotten meat sliding from its skeleton. She quickly shoved the imp hybrid as far as she could upon witnessing.

“Now fuck off. You will end up like that if you're in my presence for too long, even if I don't want to.”

deathshadowed​:

She stayed silent, not feeling any need to uncover any part of her story, perfectly content with leaving Villám’s origins in the shadows. The stares was what she grew used to, the occasional comments…those were the times when she had to remind herself that she’s retired.

“Wrong wording on my part.” well, she wasn’t exactly social and thought a bent barrel was an already obvious setback “ The bolt is an another problem I realized as I’ve cleaned and oiled it for nothing.” voice bordering on a growl now “It fires now, but the ejector channel was filled with rust which resulted the bolt not closing on a live round at first. Even now the movent isn’t smooth nor fast enough for my style.” good to know the already obvious that the old imp was such a traditional believer of getting rid of those damned animals using the common method.

“The curve is something I could’ve worked with, but it compared with the defective bolt is too much even for me. So this can go back to being a now polished table leg or whatever it was.”

The being only stared with an occasional twitch of her facial muscles at the offer and the audacity, a struggle to keep the darkness always wanting to creep out firmly locked inside. She didn’t want to inflict anything permanent…yet.

“So you slither here unannounced and unwanted, insult me by pointing out a flaw which even my horse can see,” Villám quietly neighed in agreement “graciosly offer to not take my payment for the bloody job I’ve been hired to do.” Karma quite literally hissed, discarding the faulty rifle for her own revolvers in pristine condition, half of her attention already trained on the growing noise and the dry rattling of crops

“Still yes, pick your carcass. Villám is built for speed anyway, not for transporting them.” the tiny hill gave her the upper hand in vision, one of the largest already feasting

“Shut up, don’t get in my way, don’t question my choices, don’t go near my horse and let me work in peace.” the ivory haired woman named her terms quickly before the swift and silent ascend. She needed a clear head, it was almost completely dark and the soon to be targets were moving. A deep breath, the familiar feeling of both of her beloved revolvers; screw Old Jack and his relic rifle. She’s not going to roll in the mud with animals.

The first shot a thunder in the previous silence, the sickly green bullet going through the hog’s eye; by the time it dropped dead, the trick had been performed again from a different angle she maneuvered herself into. The rest decided to flee back into the night, her left eye briefly turning empty white to sense the direction they ran.

“You’ve got two to pick from. Get rid of its head as quickly as possible along with any discolored meat.” Karma warned “For the rest, I’m going on a hunt. Alone.”

Striker listened well whenever he met someone worth knowing, and already from the first few seconds of her talking he had decided that she was far above whatever else was around in the ring and he was intending on making sure to know her better, even as she growled and sounded like she was ready to kill him(He had gotten worse reactions before and it had not stopped him).

His smile never faltered as he saw her and the horse run away towards the crops, the guns giving off a strange noise and the boars dropping instantly had him curious enough to head to them first before noting where she had headed off. Without a scared horse and annoyed rider staring him down, he was quick and nimble to do his work, though he had dragged both of them out of the crops before choosing the smaller of the two(as he was intending on following her first). He left it intact as he was curious what would happen if he didn’t take out the bullet, he didn’t ask for a boar for his hunger, more to see what he’d get away with from them.

Even with her out of sight, he could easily follow her and the boar trails in the dirt, the occasional noise and dust cloud was easy for him to see, so he’d soon be upon her spot again, still carrying the one boar over his shoulder, that he had to admit had started to feel strange, as well as give off an odd smell. -Is this the reason she told me to cut off the head? What kind of bullet is this?-

She was pretty at a distance as well, here he couldn’t hear her growling nor see the horse being scared of him, he wondered if she had noticed him following or if she had to keep note of her horse reacting to him. Either way, he was simply walking over again, this time he chuckled a decent distance away, so she could not complain about him sneaking up on her, nor he claiming(as much as he might want to) that she was a poor tracker to be walked up upon by an imp carrying a carcass.

“Gotta say your lonesome hunt haven’t let plenty of boars in your wake. Have you ever hunted these things before or are ya just used to pest control?” He knew he was only going to get her angry for antagonizing her, but he was more than happy to humble someone or see how much it took before they’d shoot.

He’d look around, he could see a rocky outcropping, and from experience know that Hellboars enjoyed finding places to hide amongst the rock, and if there were a cave, they’d be darn sure to hide in there, leaving one outside, usually the one big enough to cover the entrance, they did have the hide coloration of rock to blend in, so it’d be difficult for newbies, though nothing pointed to her being any of the sorts, though perhaps hunting Hellboar would be new to her.

“I’ve decided to drop the offer and instead hunt boars by myself as well, and I so happen to know where a group is… might be the same you’re tryin’ to hunt, but I’m not sure, you still on the track of them?”