#physical empath

[aricatastrophe]

does anyone still like superhero aus

[neosatsuma]

people in an office love nothing more than to mooove your stuff. they HAVE to move it. they'll take your favorite pen and your only scissors and they'll drop them in the Mt. Doom by accident but that's not the biggest problem, the biggest problem is we gotta meeessss with the height of the chair, we have to change the back adjustment, we have to throw ourselves into the chair like a bear scratching its back and push the back cushion aaallll the way down, so it's in the wrong place now and also the straps are all stretched out so now it won't stay where it belongs. and we should futz with the armrest height and kick over the foot thingy while we're here. basically the job of a coworker is to utterly bulldoze your setup as quickly and completely as possible, so when you come back you find that your habitat finely-calibrated to minimize pain to under a 7 throughout the day is now a sort of torture chamber designed to make your back seize up and your limbs fall off.

[darthkote]

One thing about me is I'm always going to empathize with the villain. You may be big and bad, and no one likes you, but.. could I interest you in a hug and many sleepless nights thinking about how *maybe* you just needed help regulating your emotions?

I love you, bad guys, foes, and ne'er-do-wells; I see your pain, your struggle, your attachments, and your rage, and I respond with love.

[cryptic-underground]

Decided to draw him in my style since I'm still struggling with the show's style, heh. I should probably sit down to do a proper study one of these days. But I'm happy with how this turned out! Still getting the hang of using an iPad (I was gifted one in my art absence on here, so no more phone drawing for me unless I'm posting old stuff).

I also have a doodle page that I did before this, and a comic:

Image #1 text:

"Okay, either Sixer used his nerd brain to make some science glasses, or all those punches ta the head are finally catching up to me."

*Can almost see clearly.*

*Gave him my astigmatism*

*Drew him in my style*

Image #2

"???"

"You forgot the eight, Sixer."

"Oh, thank you, Stanley!"

"Wait, WHAT."

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAu Drabble - Shopping

I am back at it again because I had ideas. (don't worry friend @spotaus things are being planned and I got many many ideas :3 but before those happen stuff needs to be established and put in place!)

I was debating between like four different drabble ideas but settled on this one. Something calming for a bit :)

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as always. No editing and no beta.

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Dust shoots Killer another glare as he holds Nightmare clsoer "I mean it Killer. get out of my blindspot. It is getting annoying."

Nightmare looks from Dust to Killer and sees the large grin on Killer's face as he skips after Dust and Nightmare "Nah. I think it is good i am here because it is your blindspot!"

Dust grumbles as he holds Nightmare clsoer. Nightmare just pushes his skull under Dust's chin as he listens to the two bicker. Dust gives him a quick nuzzle before shooting Killer another glare "Why are you even here?" Killer still has a large grin on his face "I am backup!"

Dust groans "I am getting Nightmare clothes."

Killer nods as he follows them "backup!"

Dust huffs before looking back at Nightmare. Nightmare sees the glare disappear from his face as Dust lets out a sigh before smiling at Nightmare "makes you start to wonder who helped who out of getting stuck in a wall."

Killer gasps loudly "That only happened a few times!"

Ngihtmare grins and laughs as he leans fully against Dust again. He likes being held by Dust and Dust must like it too because he always holds him.

Nightmare figured it was because his spine is fragile and walking for too long starts to bother him but Dust still just holds him. always. Maybe he also likes being close like this?

Thoguht Nightmare isn't sure what Dust gets out of it but he must really like something abut the close contact.

They walk past another few people who look at them. Nightmare shoots a glance as Dust and Killer continue to bicker. They seem to shoot Dust and him worried looks but chuckle once they realise that Dust and Killer are just doing their way of bonding.

Nightmare always thought the flirting between those two was weird but then again he thought most things dating was weird. Maybe because he was still a child in his soul...

Not that it matters.

Nightmare shoots a glance and spots Killer grinning widely as his soul is clearly in soulshape and looks stable. Dust may have an annoyed look on his face but he has a tiny smile on his face.

Nightmare hides his face in Dust's sweater but he can't hide the purr. He wants them to be happy. They are happy even with him near.

Dust notices of course nad gives him another nuzzle "comfy? Spine okay?"

Nightmare nods "Yeah."

Dust hums to signal he heard him but still rubs his back.

They finally stop near one of the smaller houses which is the clothing shop for this town.

Dust tilts his skull as Killer snorts "oh that is adorable. ready to dress Nightmare as a tiny old man?" he grins

Dust shoots Killer a glare "It isn't that bad..." then he looks at the store "just... a bit old fashioned..." he looks at him "That okay?"

Nightmare nods before shrugging "I don't get why i need new things..."

Dust sighs. Killer leans on Dust's other shoulder and shoots him a wink "Because you are still wearing Dust's things. and quite honestly. Dusty does not have a large enough wardrobe to dress both of you."

Nightmare frowns as he pushes clsoer to Dust. He doesn't mind wearing stuff them them. It are things that are well worn and soft and smell of them and old laundry detergent.

Dust nuzzles his skull "It will be nice. You can check what you like and what feels nice and is comfortable."

Nightmare frowns "it is expensive." which is another reason why he doesn't want to get anything.

Dust frowns and Killer quickly answers "That is a worry for us. And Dusty said it is fine so it is fine." he grins.

Dust nods "made some money. more than enough to get you some things."

Nightmare wants to disagree more but Dust walks into the store.

The inside isn't like he thought it would be. there is actually quite a number of nice looking things and looks more modern than you would think from the outside.

DUst makes a pleased sound before smiling smugly "Seems like they were just showing off the knitwear because it is autumn." he shoots Killer a look "Almost as if i did my research and knew it would be okay here." and he walks further into the store.

Killer sputters before following them "I know that Dusty! You always do that! I was just joking around!" he pouts but doesn't offer anything. Really just a shadow. It reminds Nightmare a bit about how it was before. Killer beign his right hand and always by his side to help and protect him. It still feels different now and even when thinking back to those memories they feel different.

Killer spots him looking at him and grins before wriggling his phalanges in a tiny wave at him. Nightmare huffs and pushes back closer to Dust.

Dust is looking through some clothes on the hanger "Stop bothering Nightmare." he pulls something off and looks it over critically. he holds it up for him to inspect and Nightmare just shrugs.

Killer pouts as he crosses his arms "Just having fun. And tiny boss is fine with it!" he grins at him "Right nighty?"

Nightmare shrugs. he doens't mind. it is nice.

Dust rolls his eye lights and doesn't look at Killer "Even if he is fine with is safe it for later. first buying clothes. Then you can tire him out."

Nightmare huffs and grumbles. he doesn't need tiring out. he is perfectly fine. Dust holds up another sweater and he shrugs again.

"Oh hello there dears! Can you find it all?"

Killer nad Dust turn and Nightmare feels Dust freeze for a moment. Yeah not a surprise because the woman looks a lot like Toriel. But Nightmare doubts it is the her of this universe. The closer he looks the more this woman seems like a sheep monster.

Killer and Dust must see it too as Killer grins "Pretty much! but we got it!"

Dust shoots him a look "Killer knock it off." he looks at the lady "We are looking for stuff for the little guy."

The lady smiles sweetly "Oh! You two must be two of Sans- I am sorry, Crop's friends!" she looks them over and her gaze lingers on Dust for a moment before settling on Nightmare. Nightmare can't stop the instinct of holding on tighter to Dust. He doesn't like having stranger's gazes on him.

The smiles sweetly "I can see the resemblance! You must be very proud of such a young handsome little boy!"

Dust looks to the side and shrugs but his hold on him tightens. Killer snorts, which is fair as they aren't actually related. Maybe she just sees the resemblance before Nightmare now looks much more like a tiny swap sans, as that was the original form his mother used to craft their bodies. And Dust is the one of the four that still resemblance who he used to be.

At elast Nightmare assumes that is why people think they see a resemblance. That or they are just racists and think all skeletons look alike.

the woman smiles "I am sure there is something fitting for him. Do you need any help?"

Killer's laugh turns cold as he smiles widely "No thanks! We got this!"

Dust rolls his eye lights and nudges him in the side "Stop it." he looks back to the lady "I was wodnering what the... organisation was. I wanted to look at stuff his size..." and he looks at the things he had been looking at with a glare.

The sheep monster looks a bit paler after Killer's interaction but smiles sweetly at Dust. "It is a bit of a mixmatch. Of all the stuff that is handmade it only has a few of each size. you will have to guestimate those. The imported clothes are by the walls, those have more standard sizing."

Dust nods "I see." and he starts walking towards the side first to check the sizing.

Killer grins as he leans close and whispers "Holding a babybones does wonders for making you look approachable"

Dust shoots him a glare and hisses "One word and I will put you in a wall myself." and he stomps over towards the clothes.

Nightmare still doens't understand why Killer thinks that kinda flirting is efficient but what does he know.

Dust is clearly unimpressed with the clothing offered with the more standard design and fabric. but they use it to figure out which size he is before moving towards the handmade stuff.

DUst and Nightmare check what is nice and soft as Killer shadows them. Staying nearby and pretty much glaring at anyone who as much as glances in their direction.

They end up settling for two big sweaters and some sweats. They wait by the cash register as Dust has picked him up again.

The nice woman smiles at them "That will be 140!" she smiles.

Killer winces at the price and Nightmare pushes closer to Dust "I don't need two." wool sweaters are expensive...

Dust shrugs as he looks at Killer "Be usefull and hold him for a moment." and Ngihtamre feels hismelf be handed over to Killer. Dust takes out some cash from his inventory and counts quickly before putting most of the stash he had on the counter "That should be enough." he stashes whatever is left.

The lady counts it and smiles as she puts it away. She packs it in a bag and holds it out to Dust "Thank you for shopping! And Can I just say it is lovely to see such a devoted father."

Dust shrugs and mutters a thanks before shooting Killer a warning look.

Killer grins as he nuzzles Nightmare "How are you this huggable tiny boss?"

Nightmare shrugs but holds unto Killer. Killer is also nice to be held by.

They leave the store together and walk back towards the parking lot. Something about meeting up again to go back to Crop's farm. Nightmare isn't really sure. He is already getting tired again adn he mumbles unhappily.

Killer purrs and coos "It is okay tiny boss. babybones need their sleep and rest after all."

Dust nods "Shopping is always busy." he shoots Killer a glare "Why is why i didn't want you to get him tired or overwhelmed."

Killer groans "Yeah yeah you were right. you are always right. can i go back to nuzzlign the baby now?"

Dust looks considerate before nodding "You may."

Killer grins and the nuzzles resume and Nightmare wants to pout and push him off but it is so nice and he can feel himself start to relax as he starts to purr again.

He likes it when his family holds him.

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[javierduffy]

“uh … it’s a bit girly … no?” javier examines himself in the reflection of his knife’s blade, looking this-a way and that, the dark blue of a large silken bow now peeking sheepishly around his neck as it sits gently in his hair. next to him, kieran clams up a smidge, hands still held close to his chest nearby his completed ribbon project on javier’s head. he finds it in himself to wring his hands a time or two rather than immediately undo his work as javier seems to continue to formulate his final opinion. “you … think so? look at me?” kieran asks, politely as a mouse. javier easily complies, turns at his hips and looks behind, up at kieran where he sits on the stump above him.

kieran, as he peers over, can’t help the meadow of flush that blooms over his neck, then his ears, then his nose and his cheeks. he can tell javier is deep in thought by the look on his face, mouth twisted just a might sideways, cocking his mustache awry, and the deep wrinkle sat between his brows. the ribbon he used matches javier’s vest perfectly, and the shine of the silk warms bright in the sun, just like every piece of jewelry and metal javier has adorned himself with. with this ribbon, javier’s hair sits lower on his head, ponytail draped down his nape and more hair framing his face in his bangs. kieran resists an urge to tuck one side back behind his ear.

kieran thinks that he looks like a painting, a muse, a love letter so heartbreakingly full of adoration that the only language it could be written in is bright swipes of pigment on a canvas. as he makes eye contact with the silk squinting around the red of a necktie, he thinks that javier may be right, if ‘girly’ could sum up ’poetry written in effeminate reverence’.

kieran always did think women made better art, wrote better books- found a better way to love. softer. warmer. prettier. like javier.

the world sounds like it’s underwater.

“i think … it’s very pretty. it suits you real well.”

earnest to a fault, the look in kieran’s eye dances gingerly with javier’s internal voice. it dips and sways him, and javier, despite his instinct, finds himself charmed by its rhythm.

“-b-but! i could take it out! if you don’t-“ javier looks down at himself in his knife again, the sunlight filtered through the leaves glinting a yellow green around his dark features, and kieran hands him patience on a silver platter. a rich blue makes friends with bright green quite easy, javier thinks. this is how he must look through kieran’s mossy lens.

“pretty … yes. you know, i think you may be right. i’ll keep it. gracias.”

[clutching-our-plurals]

“Endos are probably plural!!!1!1!1!!11” just admit you know jack shit about being a system. It is caused BY TRAUMA, multiple studies have said it can only be formed BY TRAUMA. Every link braindead pro endos give is either not from an actual professional, or from someone who was considered a professional but got their license removed(and for good reason)

You have NO PROOF they exist. Escort your ableist ass OUT of system spaced you fuckwad.

Hey. If you actually read that the whole way through, I agree with you.

In fact, my whole point is, "yeah endos are probably plural BUT THEY'RE ALSO PROBABLY IN DENIAL ABOUT THE TRAUMA THAT MADE THEM. WHICH IS NOT FUNCTIONAL MULTIPLICITY AND IS THEREFORE AN ISSUE." So, kindly get off our ass.

And you know what? I still accept the possibility that plurality is not strictly caused by trauma, and when we develop the technology needed to study plurality further, I welcome all new research into my mind. Fuck you and your close minded, inefecient bullshit. It will not kill you to develop ONE nuanced opinion!

And you know what? Get off the ass of pro-endos too. Harassment and cursing someone out on their own blog — a safe space for oneself and no one else —is fucked. Whether you agree with them about shit or not. Like... what, are you 12? You're quick to drop the name of our lord and savior, scientific research, but your ass can't read through a... a single nuanced theory? A... multi-layered opinion? Fuck right off. You're not a proponent of the scientific community, the medical community, and if you're going around harassing people online (with the gall to do it anonymously no less)? You're not a true proponent of the plural community either.

Traumagenics and systems in general don't want their communities tarnished by people like you, that go around acting "holier than thou" with your buffering prefrontal cortex, 15 minutes of googling, and a sense of ownership over the experience of plurality without an ounce of respect for its nuance.

Learn something from this response, or block my ass, cause we won't get along, and I won't close my asks because of dumb shit like this. 💖

[grandwretch]

a snippet from something empath steve that I'm never going to finish

Later, while Steve cleaned the snot and tears from his face, Robin watched him soberly from the toilet. She sat sideways, cross-legged on the closed seat, balanced precariously and stared up at him. Steve ignored her gaze, rubbing at his face until it stung.

"So," she said, eventually. Her words were careful, as if any poorly chosen phrase could send Steve into another spiral. "Can I ask... why Eddie?"

It was a question with many interpretations. Why care fixate Eddie, when so many people Steve had grown up with had died in the last week? Why sob yourself to sleep over someone you had barely known? What was it about Eddie that haunted Steve far beyond the vague ache of failure? Why was Steve's grief for one man strong enough to block out the pain and suffering of an entire town in mourning?

"Did I ever tell you why I fell in love with Nancy?" he said, instead of answering any of those questions.

Robin hesitated, then shook her head.

"The thing about emotions is that they don't make sense. I know I compared it to noise, before, but it's not-- It's not like a song. It's not even like a bunch of different songs played at once. It's more like being in a room with twenty radios, and all of them might change channels at any time. They all have their own rhythms, their own triggers-- And I can figure it out, sure, but it takes time and effort and sometimes I just... can't be bothered."

"Does my radio at least play something good?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow. She was trying to distract him, tease him away from her own question-- An automatic response after seeing the pained look on his face. God, Steve loved her.

"We have the same radio," he said, waving his hand. Which was true, mostly. Sometimes, during the worst spirals he would feel a little pressure from Robin, but outside of that her emotions were felt just like his own-- in his own heart, not against his skin. "Not the point."

Robin grinned.

"Nance's mind is one of the steadiest I've ever felt. I was, like, addicted to it. Even when we were going through the worst shit we've ever been through, she was like a rock, and I-- I loved that. I needed that. And then..." Steve swallowed, his gaze flitting back to the mirror above the sink. He still looked ill, pale and gaunt. "I realized she wasn't, really. I thought she was the rock, and instead, it's just walls. I never... I never really figured out how to get past them. Probably never will."

"Steve..." Robin began, a frown starting to form on her face, but Steve cut her off with a shake of his head.

"No, 'cause, see-- Eddie was steady, too, right? So I thought, oh, good, more walls, don't want anything to do with that, and then--" Steve closed his eyes, letting himself remember the way Eddie's emotions had felt butting up against Steve's, the way the warmth had enveloped him even as he shivered through the shock and cold.

"Eddie was steady the way the ocean is steady. He was so alive," Steve continued, choking on the word, "and so warm, always moving but you could-- You could just float along on his train of thought. He was always just there, all around, pressing in. He never hid his emotions, but it didn't hurt. No static. It was like the tides coming in. I don't... I don't think I've ever felt that safe in someone's emotions, before. And I guess... I guess I'm having trouble processing that I might never feel it again."

[emp-t-man]

if we were to get another 1-2 hour bonus episode of backstory (like change of mind/volte face), what character/s do you think would be most interesting to hear about?

oooooo i like this one thank you for indulging me—

honestly, something i would’ve loved to see more of is hermes crew content— we got maybe three minutes of them and their chemistry and characters were impeccable for those three minutes and i was so sad to just lose them after that. i don’t think it’d be necessary to have a volte face length episode of them because they don’t do too much to drive the plot, but a lil mini episode would’ve been cute and would’ve done much more to have the listeners understand the gravity of their situation—

as for answering the actual question— miranda. one hundred percent. i absolutely adored the backstory about her given at the beginning of the finale, but i think it could’ve been so much cooler and more effective as a bonus episode right before it. we know how she grew up and the basics of how she got involved with goddard, but i really wanna know the full extent of her and cutter’s relationship, how young he really found her before taking her under his wing, what he could have told her to have her view humanity the way she does, why she treats artificial intelligences with such little respect when she herself is half machine— i just want to take her under a microscope and study everything that’s ever happened to her

as a bonus runner-up— as much as i despise kepler, he’s the only person where it isn’t revealed how he started working for goddard in the first place. in his mini episode, the one that reveals it for every other character, he’s already a major under cutter’s command. there isn’t much of a difference between the person he is in that episode and the one he is in the present, and while i understand and respect why gabriel chose to do that (the static nature of his own character helps magnify how dynamic the other characters become, i could write a whole thing about that too), it’d make his sacrifice and his death a lot more meaningful if we were. y’know. given a reason to like him in the first place. it would be interesting to know the person he claims to have killed in order to be who he is during the events of the show.

[faux-stars]

People who have recovered from BPD or who have passed the recovery crest; what was the Thing that Clicked for you?

For me? It was the phrase: "You can't force anyone to want anything."

It wasn't particularly profound, and it wasn't said in any particular way, but it was a phrase that embedded itself into my mind from that moment. Maybe it's my penchant for nihilism, but something so negative ended up being so strangely comforting. To realize one thing is impossible is to realize you no longer have to fight for it.

Imagine straining yourself to move a boulder only to learn that it's embedded into the earth. Do you keep pushing with the knowledge you'll never succeed, or do you finally rest?

You can't force anyone to want something.

If you jackhammer the rock, it's no longer the same rock. So what's the point in trying to force it? You can beg someone to want you, but that only leads to feelings of guilt or obligation. You can manipulate someone into agreeing with you, but that only leads to feelings of fear and resentment.

You can't control people's desires. People can't even control their own desires! So of course, that makes sense!

It wasn't until I radically accepted that fact that I finally started searching for things that were WITHIN my control.

What was within my control? My reactions. It was tough as hell to learn how to shut my mouth, but once it clicked that the only person in control of that mouth was ME?... that's when I accepted the challenge.

Like okay, Jordan, you want control? Then take control and make yourself think these thoughts silently without spewing them. Take control and let that person walk away in peace. Take control and let yourself be misunderstood just once. Take control and write in your journal. Try that on for size.

And I DID. And it WORKED. And it's still fucking hard to do, and I still fail at it sometimes, but I get SO much satisfaction when I succeed in measuring my emotional responses now because I did that. I controlled that. That was my power. I'm so powerful, I am the boulder and I am moving. I can't control how other people feel about me. But I can control what I do in response.

And that hard work might not give me what I initially wanted -- it might not result in me getting ANYTHING I want -- but I feel so proud every time I make the conscious effort to let people have their peace. Every time I succeed, I feel like a better version of myself, like I've leveled up. I enjoy that sense of control, and that's enough for me.

[keen-eye]

john in the comics is so funny, every other page he’ll be like ugh sam hates me, then he reflects on exactly why his actions would make sam hate him, then he’ll be like unfortunately i will not change

[bumblee27]

// To the Desert, by Branches

You guys this is crazy, I keep finding songs that were actually written about him! (< delusional)

[rarespawnwrites]

I always see folks have these like, soft, mundane, or angsty headcanons for the batfam. Meanwhile, I'm vibrating over here with: "in-world, Bruce Wayne has BLUE HAIR."

Look. I know it's common consensus that Bruce has black hair and blue eyes. But like, comic book shorthand for black used to be blue, so he was frequently drawn with blue in his hair. So my mind has decided that, for consistency, Bruce probably has black hair and black eyes.

But more hilariously, some isekai character could discover that the DC universe did not give a fuck about what blue was shorthand for, and simply gave Bruce and most of his brood blue hair and blue eyes.

Please imagine you actually have to live as some rando in the crapsack city that is Gotham, in the crapsack world that is the DC universe, and on every celebrity magazine you have to see ditzy Brucie Wayne and his Completely Normal blue hair. Maybe his eyes are blue. Maybe they're black. You forget every time you check, because the ridiculousness of a wholeass world taking comic book shorthand literally--or maybe that became the shorthand because it was literal--distracts you too much for his eyes to stick in your mind.

[dataframe]

[ID: Mu Qingfang from Scum Villain, covered in blood and staring forward with a shocked expression. They are visibly disheveled and surrounded by silhouettes of corpses. END ID.]

(wip) babygirl the things i would do to destroy you body and soul

[telestorm]

jayce/mel sex scene foreshadowing mage!mel…. walk with me here. s2 talks about the blood in mel's veins, how it is magical in nature and now alien to her b/c she knows nothing about it. the sex scene occurs in tandem with the hexcore getting a taste of viktor’s blood, right? there’s this moment where we get mel’s silhouette as viktor’s blood begins to combine with magic. in a show where all things are heavily foreshadowed, i wonder if that quick part of the scene could’ve pointed to mel’s future transformation like it overtly alluded to viktor’s.

[murmursdraconic]

Holy shit I am going through a bad time right now... sorry if I'm slower than usual friends, it may be a hot minute. Could use some spare good vibes tbh. Bear with me fam.