#yeah yeah envy and anger

[fury161]

wings of mouthwash scribbles

[mohntilyet]

i’m having illario dellamorte thoughts. what if instead of knowingly betraying lucanis he did it like, unknowingly. idk how this would work but i’m intrigued by what it gives us. illario ‘i accidentally caused my cousin’s death & can never tell anyone’ dellamorte. genuinely grieving. blaming himself. does he take advantage of the year before lucanis comes back?? does caterina still ignore him the whole time?? how different is the canon plotline once rook shows up with lucanis post-rescue…..

anyways i would love your thoughts!!

95% of what i do with illario operates on the idea that he is frighteningly competent so you can see why the way the crows plotline plays out in the game might frustrate me. it’s also this reason why i don’t actually think too much about “illario got lucanis killed, but didn’t mean to do it”, because i like the idea that everything illario does in his life is planned to the second and that he’s too well trained to mess up this badly, if that makes sense. with that being said. 5% of my brain power does sometimes go towards “and what if he just sucked actually” and it was a theory i enjoyed before the game even released. so i have in fact been thinking about this anyway LOL . maybe he tries to honeypot zara, accidentally actually reveals lucanis’ next assassination job, and zara gets rid of him as a ‘gift’. illario is horrified and that gets even worse when lucanis’ body shows up, and he assumes this must be because he spurned zara by leaving her and not having the guts to seize power.

i think we could make his inferiority complex worse. illario’s worst fear confirmed: he is as worthless as his grandmother believes he is, botching something so badly that he accidentally sentences his cousin to death when what he wanted was lucanis just… out of the way for a bit (maybe while he kills caterina. LOL. i still think his resentment of caterina trumps his jealousy for lucanis though those two things are very intertwined its hard for him to differentiate them). so incapable that he got the only person who actually supports him killed, and now he’s dreading the idea of becoming first talon. he doesn’t want first talon without lucanis backing him, and now the only person left is caterina which is suffocating and makes him even unhappier. at least he hadn’t lived through her alone, and now through consequences of his own decisions, illario has no choice but to.

i think that would affect his plans for talon because of how horribly he’d fucked up, and tries to mask it because if he suddenly actually doesn’t want to be talon that would be a red flag for everyone. lucanis coming back would delight him (talon is within his sights again if lucanis comes back!) and freak him out. i think the plotline would actually be pretty similar because of this freak out, so he still shows up to zara’s fight to cover his tracks. lucanis can never know, caterina can never know, because what little faith they have in him will be lost. like he committed fratricide and didn’t even MEAN to😭 ...corpse whispering still happens, and zara is like “ohhh that coward. he can never finish what he started, can he?” + “elaborate.” + “i gave him what he most wanted in the world and instead of being grateful, he ran away.” so lucanis finds out about what happened but feels a mix of “illario, you idiot” + pity because turns out he didn’t even mean for it to happen, and keeps his secret for now, otherwise he’d probably have to kill him.

i also think not meaning to kill lucanis would sour his feelings towards the venatori, who are a reminder of how badly he failed, so the alliance wouldn’t happen. this does mean if the story goes on as it does in canon, he has to take desperate measures another way and kidnap caterina for some other reason but i can’t think of why….. maybe a thing where illario is like “ok. lucanis is distracted by the elven gods. this time i just have to kill nonna for real and then nothing is in my way” and recruits disgraced houses or houses that don’t like caterina to do so? not sure tbh but i don’t believe caterina made it so far without making enemies lol. this would happen post bloodbath + corpse whispering— lucanis leaves his cousin unchecked because while he knows illario didn’t mean for him to die, he has no idea how far he would go to have caterina dead. teia could find out about this and send word to foil the kidnapping and assassination attempt

so ‘murder of crows’ is still about saving caterina, the illario-lucanis fight still happens, but it’s a little more hesitant and lots of “why won’t you just let me kill her? i’m doing this for the both of us”. he’s had to live with being the un-favorite, but never would have thought lucanis would actually pick caterina if it came down to it. with all of his missteps here, i think the final decision (and i think it should be like this in canon anyway) would be to imprison illario or kill him. imprisoning him is just a lot of “i can’t kill illario as much as he couldn’t kill me”, vs killing him as is expected from him as talon, and what he knew he would have to do after finding out about illario's failures. unlike canon, where illario is actually meaning to kill him and can be seen as a 'good crow' despite the sloppiness, here he's like. just bad at everything. the allied traitor houses that went against caterina would also have to be imprisoned or killed. no happy ending at all here, and lucanis still becomes first talon. now that i’ve written it out this is actually probably the worst ending LOL

the above sticks a lot to what is canon to the game (plot points, choices, etc) and i didn’t go very far away from it so it's like canon 3 inches to the left. tho my thoughts on this are not fleshed out* because i think illario works better as an antagonist character that sets things in motion !! not necessarily the villain in a cain-abel story, but a character who opposes lucanis while still not wanting to hurt him. that kind of discipline where he finds a way to get what he wants (first talon) without compromising what he also cares for (family) is so much more fun for me than a man who apparently just loses it and decides to enact a bad plan to get rid of his cousin. if he waited 20+ years to become talon i think he’d be more careful when it came down to it. if i had my way illario would be playing insane 5d chess to rival solas (insert black sails “i once thought that to lead, to be liked was just as good as feared. and that may very well be true. but to be both liked and feared all at once, is an entirely different state of being.”)

[steelthroat]

Just wrote an angry wall text about something and decided not to post it because that was too negative even for a wrathful glitch like me.

It's very liberating writing it out tho. Like yeah okay now I get it, that's the point of the catharsis.

Cool.

[koterkot]

TAGS WERE GOOD ASF MY COOCH BUT NOW IT'S MY TURN......

new tumblr game. put in the tags a GENUINE flaw your fav(s) has. cant be something like "too kind" or "loves too much" like something genuinely bad messed up morally wrong they are or have done

[gayymomgod]

2019 - 2024 retrospective

oh wow. okay. we just past christmas and new years is coming up. uhm. this is going to be my longest and most Emotionally Open blog post yet so watch out. i also only looked through this one so... bear with me.

(more under the read me because this is like... almost 4k words. this is also cross-posted on my bear blog!! i just like tumblr)

it's so crazy to see how far i've come. like… huh. i didn't think i'd ever get to this point, really. and because i've been thinking a lot about the shit i've dealt with over the years and never really gave myself a proper outlet for it, here's a bit of a retrospective from the past couple of years. (~2019 – 2024)

i went through a ton of shit in high school. i mean, who doesn't? for me, a lot of it was built off shit that was building up all throughout elementary + middle school. being autistic and not noticing i was sensory sensitive, i needed extra help often, i worked more slowly than others, i had troubles making/maintaining friends, all while struggling to keep up with schoolwork… all with no accommodations. it all built up and crashed BADLY when the pandemic happened. (i was in freshman year during 2019/2020.) i was barely hanging on by a thread.

quick timeline so things make sense before we continue:

2019/2020 – freshman year. i was doing so-so while in school, but things were starting to affect me. pandemic started in march 2020 and we got out of school around this time. we didn’t go back for the remainder of the year.

2020/2021 – sophomore year. this entire year was virtual. spent the entire time depressed and not attending my classes. none of the class credits here matter cause we all passed anyway.

2021/2022 – junior year. we went back to school in person. tons of shit went down academically because of how depressed and exhausted i’ve become.

2022/2023 – senior year. basically, a continuation of junior year except the looming threat of graduation hung over my head.

i was exhausted and ran down all throughout high school. i felt like, no matter how hard i fought and advocated for myself in my accommodations, education, or in my relationships, i had no control over what happened to me. the admins within my school were failing and invalidating me, choosing to take away resources from me and making me feel not deserving of them because of how bad i was doing in school. (that was caused by my depression, mind you.) some teachers viewed me as a bad and lazy student and was criticized often for forgetting my materials, for my grades being low, and not doing my work. there was even this one time where, in my freshman year, my English teacher compared me to this one girl in my class. she told me that this one girl dealt with an abusive household and alcoholic parents but was still a straight A student. after she told me this, she said, “she’s dealt with worse, yet she still comes to school and keeps her grades up. why can’t you be like that?” this has stuck with me for ages and begun my self-inflicted invalidation of my own trauma. though, some were nice enough to notice i was struggling and helped me. some gave me extra time to finish work, some were more lenient towards me, and some gave me space to talk if i needed to. my school counselors though, they were no help up until my senior year. (which… i was disappointed to find out that the one school counselor in my senior year who advocated for and helped me was no longer there the next school year. hm.) school already took away my energy and drive to keep going, the least i could do is hold onto a hope to keep pushing that, frankly, over the years before graduation, depleted significantly. which is like… crazy to think about. i’m an innately optimistic and hopeful person. it’s the one thing i hold onto when i have absolutely nothing left within my control… and i had no control over my high school life. my hope was all i had. it really did get that bad.

during my junior year, before summer school started and when i realized that higher ups were not going to help me, i took matters into my own hands. i NEEDED some sort of accommodations or help or… something!! i felt like i was losing myself the further i went on without help. i looked to find out who oversaw special ed to ask them what the process of getting of 504 or IEP or ANYTHING was. it sucks that i had to do this on my own. we got in contact, and she was willing to meet with me and talk with me to see what was up, and see if we can do anything in the following school year. so that’s what happened, i met up with her after my summer school class ended for the day and we got to talk and i got to tell her what was going on. i told her how my dean, (junior) school counselor, and my social worker all told me i couldn’t get the help i wanted because i wasn’t attending classes and how it felt like they were all teaming up against me over something i couldn’t control. she did tell me i couldn’t get an IEP or 504 plan without a diagnosis (i can’t get one I’m Poor) but that she’ll get me in contact with the school psychologist to try and see if there is anything they can do for me, and that she was glad i reached out. i finally felt like i was going somewhere. when school rolled around and senior year started, i got to talk to the school psychologist in person and we figured things out from there. getting any diagnosis for ADHD or autism would be difficult now that we’re post-covid due to wait-times, and even she couldn’t bypass them anymore. but she could get me an in-school therapist. which i happily accepted, i just needed Something. i started to go to school late everyday from here on out, as it was the only way i was able to make it through at all.

i didn’t think i’d graduate at all by this point. maybe at best, i’d graduate late, but i think i would’ve gotten really discouraged to continue. i told friends that i was trying to push to graduate on time, so i can graduate and be alongside them. that was my goal, mainly because i knew i wouldn’t have finished school otherwise. my two older brothers dropped out and my older sister graduated early, so my mom had never been to one of the big ceremonies for one of her kids. i wanted the big ceremony, i wanted to be celebrated, i wanted to walk with my friends, i wanted the acknowledgment that I Made It. the number of times i’ve been met with “just drop out” astonishes me. i don’t blame them, nor do i hold it against them, and i never will. i just don’t think any of them truly understood the predicament i was in at all. i mean, how could they? i was behind on credits, i had troubles getting to school on time due to how exhausted i was, and i had troubles keeping my grades up if i couldn’t keep up with the class. they got there to school on time, they kept up with schoolwork, they had good grades. they never had to redo failed classes. they never skipped class early or missed full days because the exhaustion was wearing them down, the lights were too bright, or everything was too loud. even though they meant well, it did slightly exacerbate the loneliness i was already dealing with. plus, i couldn’t drop out. that wasn’t an option at all. they said this out of, from a lack of better words, a place of privilege. i had already spent too much time trying to recover everything to give up like that. i took summer school to recover what credits i could (which i barely finished one class), i had more credits to recover during senior year because of how shit went down during junior year, and i’d already had done so much work for that, too. i’m sure they all said this to help and didn’t really know what to suggest for the situation that i was in. i’d never really held any resentment over this. if anything, i was quietly envious that they could even suggest something like that. that they were able to keep up with school without struggling as badly as i did. it just stuck onto me, anyway.

and before i continue, i did want to add something. despite the shit i mentioned above, i’m being so serious when i say that i pushed myself to go to school often just to see my friends. i’ve known most of these people since middle school, so they knew me more intimately than most. and during this time, i had a hard time making new friends. i was just too tired to maintain contact with people. though that wasn’t entirely new, i’d been like that in middle school, but it definitely worsened during high school. but those who kept being friends with me even though i was constantly tired, and even though it felt like i wasn’t deserving of it, they meant the absolute world to me. there’s a whole thing about this, something something i didn’t have any friends during elementary school so the friends i made in middle school were my First Real Friends, and they have a special place in my heart. i hated school, but i looked forward to seeing my best friend and a few others during lunch. i looked forward to seeing rainer after school to hang out and, once we got art together senior year, i looked forward to that, too. school was definitely still difficult and nothing could really change that (unless the admin helped me but they didn’t), and some friends definitely had their… faults… (i dealt with my fair share of friend drama) but friends, overall, did make going to class easier.

when we were finally reaching the final few months of senior year, the stress got worse. it got to the point that i can vaguely remember what happened within this time frame, and this only happened over a year ago. what i do remember though, was that at some point, i had to start taking night classes to have more time dedicated to my missing credits. this happened after school for about three/four hours, and i was only getting more tired. i remember crashing on the first day and breaking down over feeling myself being stretched thin and feeling absolutely hopeless. what made it worse was me trying to open up to my best friend at the time about how i felt only to be met with disregard. i don’t think they remember this now, but i do, and it did push me away from wanting to talk about how i feel, which i heavily struggled with at the time, for a longer time. but even with this, i worked my absolute ASS off to get those credits i needed to graduate. and my lovely graduation coaches, i’ll never forget them. those two coaches were the only two, out of three, adults in the entire school who really believed i could finish my classes on time, even when i believed i couldn’t. (the other being my senior year school counselor.)

believe it or not, i did graduate on time. i even got to attend prom before this! i was told i technically needed to be on social probation due to me missing a ton of school, but with some explanations and help from my school psychologist, i got to attend prom. (though in retrospect, i felt very left out.) for my graduation though, i had to attend a mandatory senior bootcamp, an extra two weeks granted to seniors who needed to catch up on credits. by the end of these two weeks, i was done with EVERYTHING except one class, which i had done over half. my graduation coach had known me the entire time i slaved over finishing my missing classes and saw how determined i was to finish. she wasn’t going to let me not graduate over this and i will forever remember this. she contacted my school counselor, and they were able to fill out a grade change form for me.

i was never considered a senior during my senior year, but i finally was on the last day of the senior bootcamp. sure, i never got a school id indicating i’m a senior and i never got to enjoy senior privileges (which… i’m totally not petty about [sarcasm]) but i finally qualified to graduate. i’d be graduating on time, and i’ve never felt more relieved. (there was one more hiccup, but it was quickly resolved.) i finally felt like i could just… relax. the ceremony itself felt a little weird and i left out once again, watching the students chosen to give a speech talk about things that could never apply to me. (i never bounced back from the pandemic like they and others did, my academics suffered even once we came back.) i felt quietly envious of those on the stage who were regarded as some of their best students.

but i was out. i actually made it out with my diploma in hand after believing i never would. i have it hung up on my wall now because i’ll be damned if i don’t show it off after fighting tooth and nail for that thing. i graduated june 2023, and that will forever be cemented in my head.

from june 2023 to now, it’s been nothing but unearthing traumas and doing my best to heal. it’s been really, really hard though. my in-school therapist was a part of a service where i was allowed to continue seeing him, so i had continued sessions with him. something i had never realized the entire time i had been in school was how heavily masked (autistic masking) i was, especially after elementary. the reason why i wasn’t as sensitive at school as i was at home, why i spent so much time preparing for how i’ll interact with others, why i was so hypervigilant with how i came off to people (my tone of voice, my facial expressions, my body language, etc.), why i never talked about my special interests as much as i would to my friends despite having having little keychains of my special interests… i was masking. and heavily so, it got to the point that masking all day, in an environment that was constantly bright and loud and i had to socialize constantly in, wore me down so badly that i could never do anything once i got home. i just went straight to bed. and this became Very Much Apparent after graduation. i crashed and was exhausted for months. now knowing i had no more school, and since i had no job, i spent most of my time for months in bed just recuperating. this is also when my biggest insecurities told hold, since feelings i didn’t really let myself Fully feel during school resurfaced now that i Could.

now that i’ve graduated, and so has everyone else around me, the next thing people were thinking about was college. this was my first major hurdle i had to push through, because obviously i wasn’t going to college, but everyone around me was. i became incredibly insecure about the fact that i didn’t have anything planned for myself like everyone else did. i felt so increasingly left behind. despite this though, i didn’t force myself to go. i had no money to attend anyway, so it worked in my favor. and thank god i didn’t go. initially, when everyone started going to college, i was increasingly worried, but it eased over time. i did have to experience my long-time best friend leaving me behind for months and not communicating with me, and it did and still does hurt. but that, compared to what i dealt with while in school, is much preferred. during this time, rainer had made sure to at least be someone constant for me, anyway. so i at least had, and still do have, someone there for me.

after years of trying to avoid and invalidate myself, i’ve finally come to accept the fact that i do deal with academic trauma and am also autistic. well, i’m still accepting me being autistic, but i’m getting there. i spent YEARS agonizing and distressed over things i could not control all because of me being autistic and depressed, and i had my own control taken away by those who were supposed to help me. i was a child. i was a Whole Ass Kid who was viewed as Lazy and Bad and as Not Trying Hard Enough despite me pushing myself beyond my own limits to the point of hurting and traumatizing myself. i dealt with stressful bad dreams regarding being in class again, or being left behind, or not doing good enough for ages, and i still sometimes do. i still talk a lot about the shit i dealt with during school because of how much it’s hurt me. it’s quite literally Changed Me As A Person. did you know i wanted to go to college? at first it was for psychology or something to be a social worker or a therapist, but that was before things got really bad. when i realized i couldn’t due to the work load, i wanted to go in for an illustration degree and be a cartoon storyboarder. neither obviously never happened, and frankly, i don’t have the drive for either anymore. i’m still an artist, that has and will always be a part of me, especially since it’s my main coping mechanism, but going to college is something i no longer have the energy for.

sometime after i graduated, in august 2023 i believe, i met up with an old teacher of mine. she had been a teacher of mine in elementary school and has always been someone who had always believed in me. she knew me before i was me. we met up so we could sign up for a ceramics class together (she was paying I Am Poor), and i wanted to try since that was one of the classes in high school i was enrolled in but didn’t go due to my exhaustion. however, all the seats were filled so we just went to a café together. she had told me about a friend of hers (which i met once in 4th grade) who was in a local organization that helps young adults gain experience for jobs and whatnot, and i was interested in meeting her because i knew i was going to have trouble starting shit myself. it just so happened that said friend was in that same café too. things just aligned for me that day, really. we talked more in depth about what she does, and they sent me the resources to be part of that organization. i was really lucky, and i am forever grateful to the people that i know who are connected to stuff like this and connect me to them.

things just kinda fell into place after that. it’s the end of 2024 now, and i can say that i’m content with myself more than ever. even though i dealt with friendship fallouts, there are others who stayed. rainer was one of these friends, along with another friend a part of this same friend group. we’ve gotten closer, too. rainer even takes me to therapy and hang out after too, how fun! (i cannot drive… but it’s okay i look forward to being in the car with him every week.) i kept in contact with a few people from high school that i have friendly conversations with sometimes. i’m starting a job soon at my local library that i’m excited to start. i’m reaching five months on T. my life is quieter. it’s nice.

i won’t deny that i’m still working on myself, obviously. i still get really insecure about my place in relationships with people, that i’ll be left behind. there are nights where my insecurity regarding not being enough gets to me. i still ruminate and overthink about things i shouldn’t be. i still emotionally self-harm myself. i catch myself catastrophizing sometimes. sometimes it feels like i was comfortable in the depression i was in. and the biggest one, i feel like all of this is just too good to be true sometimes, that i’ll go back and not be able to get out. i get angry and upset at myself for this shit, and cry over this shit often too. i’m very emotional and things get to me easily. but i choose to continue anyway and trust that things will be okay. i don’t want to go back to the hell hole i was in. there is no looking back if there’s nothing to look back at, anyway. at least, not really. plus, i fought too goddamn hard to get where i am now, i’m not messing this shit up. i like my present and my future right now.

so that’s where i am now. we’re reaching new years now, and 2025 is looking promising for me. hopefully, at least. i’m happy with myself right now. i’m in a better place and have the space to be better. i’ve been unmasking too and learning who i really am outside of a traumatizing environment. i didn’t know i was as emotionally sensitive as i’ve come to find out i am, but i found that out. i got myself noise cancelling headphones for when things are too loud for me to handle. it’s easier to love and show that i love people now. and, because of how harsh high school was to me, i’ve at least learned how to confront people and try not to let myself just Take Shit like before so… there’s that, too.

i’m not sure how to end this, but i like my life. and that’s crazy to say considering i didn’t even care about what happened to me during school. i got lucky regarding certain circumstances. it’s only been almost two years since i’ve graduated, and i just hope my healing journey continues alongside those i love and the opportunities i’m given continue to stay, i’ve had enough of losing things and not having control of my own life. that and i hope this new year is kind to us. that’s all i wish for.

okay thank you for reading, it was so great finally being able to put shit i’ve been thinking about for years onto words… and admitting i’m traumatized because of school is cool too, i don’t think i’d ever been able to say that. i hope this was an enjoyable read, gave some insight into me, or something else, i don’t know. don’t expect me to shut up about this though, i’m still working my way through shit. ok thank u YAY

[prlssprfctn]

The moment Jason starts to feel more comfortable around the family to, at least, visit some events, Tim embraces the completely different dynamic from the one they had before. Now, he doesn't want them to banter around others. Now, he wants the others to envy him, because he plans to become Jason's favourite in the span of *checks his pre-planned strategy* two months.

Firstly, because he can't allow himself to not be loved by his big siblings (Dick and Cass adore him, there is no way he is going to break his successful record). Secondly, because being Jason's favourite would ruin, like, everyone's mood. Especially, Bruce's. And thirdly, because, urgh, fine, Jason is kinda smart and cool. (This line is crossed out several times, but it doesn't matter).

Jason, going through the gifts his family bought him unenthusiastically, because his family knows zero about what he actually wants to get as a gift, but at least they hadn't forgotten to invite him on Christmas party like the last year: Urgh, the book about controlling your anger... (his eye twitching) Right, thanks dad. The apron... Okay, thanks, Dick. The knife... Thoughtful one, Damian. Keychain from... Whatever, yeah, uh, thanks, guys.

Everyone: (hopeful eyes of absolute idiots) Tim, coughing: You forgot to open my gift. Jason: Oh, right, sec. Jason: (ear-piercing scream) WOODEN TEA CADDY LEFT FROM JANE AUSTEN HERSELF???????? Tim, sending a smirk to his disappointed family members: Well, yeah, I've decided to go with a small gift this time. Just bought it from her house museum, in Chawton. You know. Jason: (incoherent sounds of happiness) Bruce, through his gritted teeth: Good job. Tim.

And Jason? Well, he is sure that this gremlin plans something, but he hops on any idea that will create more chaos in the family. So, he plays along.

Bruce: That's reckless. You don't go alone on the missions like this, Jason. You were supposed to, at least, warn someone before going there. Jason: Uh, I literally did. My favourite brother knew. Dick: No, I didn't? Tim, from the coach: Yeah, I had his back. Don't worry, B. Damian: ...Since when? Jason: Since always, duh? Tim: (little evil laughter) Dick: Good. For you. Guys.

Tim: Hey, demon brat, tell B that I am out of patrols for today. Damian: Why is that? Tim: Oh, Jason taking me to the Gotham Knights' game. Damian: And why did he bother invite only you? Tim: Oh, I don't know, maybe because the last time you told him that all these sports suck. Damian, fuming: Drake- Steph, squinting: You said you don't like them either. Tim: Well, I guess I changed my mind after Jason invited me. Anyway, bye, losers. Damian: I shall put the end to his life! Dick: OKAY, CALM DOWN-

(A few months later)

Jason, sitting on the rooftop with Tim: Anyway, what is the ending point of all this? Like, until when you keep pissing them off by hanging out with me? Tim: Uh... Jason, there is no ending point. I like hanging out with you? Jason, with his eyes wet, because he thought Tim wasted his time on him just for the sake of something: oH

[selenepsyche]

Astro Observations with Selene (Part 2)

Undeveloped Capricorns & Aquarians are truly a pain in the ass. Y'all can never hold yourselves accountable for shit. Even if you get proven wrong with factual evidence or witnesses, you still gonna say or do out of pocket shit that don't even make sense. Y'all be wanting to win a argument so bad and act like you know everything when you don't. Is it that hard to say "I was wrong, I apologize"? Someone could accurately predict a stock market crash and you'll bring up shit that happened ten years ago just to prove a point, like just take your L.

The 12th House is truly the house of your hidden enemies. My 12th house is in Aries and my worst betrayals have come from Aries people. In 6th grade, my former Aries best friend randomly switched up on me and bullied me out of jealousy and envy. It sent my mental health into a deep spiral. A few months ago, my former Aries friend flirted with and dated my shitty ex behind my back when we had just broken up, then proceeded to say it isn't a big deal and threatened to beat me up because I went off on her. Long story short, they didn't last because he broke up with her and now she's a miserable bitch.

Scorpio Men are some of the messiest people I've ever met, mainly undeveloped Scorpio men. I would not trust them with your secrets. I wouldn't even tell them how your day went. They gossip more than woman do.

Venus in Virgo men, are there any of you that AREN'T players? Every time I look in the chart of a male celebrity or influencer and see that he has a Venus in Virgo, I don't even be surprised. (Austin Butler, Vinnie Hacker, Anthony Ramos, NICK CANNON). Do you know what all these men have in common? They have all certainly had or was rumored to have cheated on their partner or have flings with multiple women.

Venus in Sagittarius people, y'all have a wide variety in whom y'all would wanna date right? It doesn't matter where they come from, their religion, their culture, their race, maybe even their gender. Especially you Venus in Sag men. Yeah, you like to date every woman under the sun right? I'm wondering how long it's gonna take before I see a Venus in Sag man who hasn't switched partners faster then the time it takes them to change a car's tires in a Nascar race.

4th House Placements need to realize that not every familial problem is yours to solve, especially if you're in a toxic household. I understand you may feel attached to your family, but you have a life to live. Don't forget to put your needs first, you're what's important.

Undeveloped Cancers love playing the victim I swear. Y'all start drama and do shit to hurt people, but when you get confronted you wanna play the victim and whine about it. Stop being pussies.

Pisces Men usually have trouble conveying and stabilizing their emotions. I think it has a lot to do with Pisces being a feminine sign, and society has made it to where men aren't supposed to be too emotional. They think they're supposed to be tough and hard. This can manifest as them having trouble controlling their anger or avoiding conflicts all together, being narcissistic, manipulative, and secretive. Pisces does rule the 12th house after all. Not all Pisces Men are like this of course, but it's something to look out for.

Thank you all for reading this! I truly appreciate all the support. I didn't expect for this one to mainly be about men, yikes, so in the next one I'm doing only women-based observations.

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[abbi-sun]

OOHHHHHH MMMYYYY GGAAWWDDDD EECHY- OMG EECHY WHEN I GET YOU- AKSLKAKSKAKA

THE WAY I IMMEDIATELY STARTED GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET- He is SO HANDSOME WHATTT???😭😭😭💖💕

Woah more Howl’s Moving Castle AU?? I technically just drew them as their characters rather them some scenes XD (Wish I did drew them in some scenes though-)

Omg and Fear in his bird form?? Psst @sequs-art-box since you told me to draw it, well here it is in all it’s glory ;) (& don’t worry, I wasn’t pressured to draw this. I loved doing the line work in this!)

Anyway that’s it for me for now, back to doing school work now :,D (fr though I hope to try and post more anyways)

[takumiraine]

Once Upon A Time Chapter 2

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So Danny? 100% has PTSD. I do have a vague plan for this. And most of the next chap written. The Fentons may or may not be terrible parents. You’ll have to wait and see. I do have plans to break everyone’s hearts at least once. Anyways. This is considered my like…. Audience test before Ao3. Things may change. As a reminder all I know about dc is from fandom and wiki and everything I remember about dp is prob poorly remembered.

—

Once upon a time, there had been a young boy who was happy. Once upon a time, there was a young boy who had dreams and a future. Once upon a time, there was a boy who had been alive in every sense of the word. Once upon a time, everything shattered. Once upon a time, there was a man who was filled with anger. Once upon a time, there was a man just as alive as he was dead. Once upon a time, there was a man who was haunted and hunted.

As the stabbed kid shuffled off, leaving Jason baffled, he grabbed the guy who he had slammed into the wall. His head was bleeding but his breathing was steady and Jason huffed. He knew he definitely cracked the guy’s skull, but he had survived worse.

“O, what do we know on this guy?” He asked the woman in his ear. Oracle’s answer would determine whether he took the guy in to the ER or let him roll the dice of fate.

“Rap sheet about a mile long. Pretty basic stuff. Armed robbery, possession with intent, B&Es, assault and battery, the usual.”

Jason shrugged then and dropped the guy against the wall. Rolling the dice it was. He turned away, looking towards where the kid disappeared around the corner “and what about the guy he was mugging?”

“That’s where it gets weird.” Oracle’s typing was coming through loud and clear. “It’s hard to get a clear picture of him. He has some sort of distortion on the feed. Everything else comes out clear but…. He’s a mess of pixels. Voice too. Scrambled. It’ll take time.”

“Think he’s a meta?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me, considering he got knifed and just…. Walked off with it. Wonder what his issue with B is though.”

“Couldn’t tell you. Think it might be time to update my armor if I’m being lumped in with people B and the bird brains have pissed off.” Jason took an evidence kit out of his pocket and swiped at the blood on his chest. Old habits and all. “Got a sample of the kid’s blood though.”

“Good thinking. Wonder if he’s in any databases. I’ve got a cleaned up picture now. Enough that it’s pinging in GU’s database. Dan Nightingale, Mechanical engineering major. It says he’s 19, it’s his freshman year and he’s in like every remedial class he can take, high school transcripts are mediocre at best. No other information about him really. Rogue in the making that one.” Oracle reported. Jason groaned, grapneling up to the rooftops to follow where the kid went off to.

“Someone should keep an eye on him. Ugh. This’ll be a conversation for B and the birds won’t it? Kid won’t like having a bunch of birds following him.” Jason flicked through the different visual modes on his visor, finding…. Cold moving through one of the apartment buildings. It was human shaped, but where he expected to find heat…. “Weird…. You seeing this?”

“Very weird,” Barbara agreed, tapping into his visor’s feed. “And hey, you could just…. Not tell him. You wanted a Lit degree right? Go to class, befriend him. Do some recon.” Jason knew Babs always walked the fine line between what Bruce needed to know about the rest of them and what she had to keep secret to keep helping them. He didn’t envy her position. Jason still wanted Bruce to hurt sometimes. Not as much as he used to, something about the sins of the father and all that. He just wanted Bruce to be aware that everything he had ever hoped for his boy to be was… out of both of their reaches forever.

“That sounds annoying.” He was 23. He didn’t have any interest in taking on a degree on top of his full time crime fighting and criminal empire running jobs.

“Yeah, but what other choice do you have? It’s go back to school, tell B, or wait for him to become a rogue.”

“I hate you sometimes.” He muttered, unsure of what made him suddenly so interested in that angry guy.

“Feeling’s mutual Hood,” She replied with what was definitely a fond tone. He grimaced.

—-

In the apartment, Danny was less than thrilled. That was his favorite shirt! Now not only was it covered in blood, it had a huge hole in it. His core still thrummed with the urge to fight, but he tamped it down. Slowly, as he pulled the knife out, he sealed the wound with a layer of ice, pulling his shirt off and throwing it into the bathroom sink. The knife was dropped into the kitchen sink. His keys and phone in his bedroom on the battered nightstand next to the bed.

He returned to the bathroom and turned the water on cold. He let it spray full blast before working on scrubbing the blood from his shirt. He looked up to eye himself critically in the mirror before noticing the waistband of his jeans were saturated with blood too. Damn it. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants off, throwing them into the now overfilled sink. The bathtub would probably be a better choice. Turning off the sink and turning on the tub Danny picked up the sopping clothes and dropped them with a wet thump into the basin of the tub. Carefully he lowered himself onto the floor, wincing at the way pain clawed through him.

He would need to actually eat food to heal from this at any reasonable speed. He thought of the two dollars he had, then the emergency stash of….he racked his brain to remember how much of the emergency cash he was left with once he got to Gotham…right. Twenty bucks…. That was all he had in the wall.

He missed the days when Sam would just throw money at him whenever his parents forgot to do things like pay rent or put food in the fridge.

As if agreeing his stomach rumbled loudly, demanding actual food to sate the expense of energy healing his injury would take. He thought about calling Sam. Seeing if she could arrange a prepaid card for him. He knew she would in a heartbeat.

Even cut off from family money she seemed to be doing better than he was. Wracking his brain, Danny thought she was working in Bludhaven as some sort of personal assistant. He wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion that came from sustaining a human body on nothing but ecto or if he had been too distracted in the moment to pay proper attention, but he couldn’t remember if that was right. Getting the blood out of his clothes he wiped at the remaining blood on his body, getting most of it off. He grabbed the clothes and turned off the water.

Slowly, Danny pushed himself to his feet. He had survived worse, multiple times. But pain never seemed to stop being painful. It lanced through his side and he almost fell back to his knees with the way it stole his breath and doubled him over. He wished he could go back to the Zone and just… wait it out. But in order to do that without drawing attention he’d need a portal. The only ones he knew of were either destroyed or…. Compromised.

Maybe he should call Vlad. Danny shook that thought away almost immediately as he realized how silly it was. Vlad spent most of his teen years antagonizing him. Besides the GIW had probably gotten to Vlad too. If he wasn’t captured he would likely be compromised. Memories of Amity Park flooded in before Danny could stop them. Of asking for help. Over and over. Of the GIW storming in and locking everything down. Of Danny frantically telling his parents, only for their eyes to dart to the kitchen before they could stop it. Of the sound of energy. The smell of his flesh burning. Of pain.

Danny forced himself to take a breath. He focused on the wet clothes in his hands. On the tiles beneath his feet. Of the too harsh fluorescents in the bathroom that buzzed. The sounds of the people above him arguing over bills and needing better jobs.

Slowly he banished the memories back where they belonged. He’d… figure it out. He had to. Somehow. For now, sleep. Danny hung up the wet clothes over the shower bar, made sure there was a towel on the floor and shuffled into the bedroom. Double checking that his alarm was set, even though his class wasn’t until early afternoon, he didn’t want to miss it, he slid into his bed and pulled the pile of blankets up over him.

Almost instantly, he was out.

—-

“B,” Jason said in lieu of a proper greeting as he stepped into the Batcave, hood tucked under his arm.

“Jason,” Bruce looked up and turned the surprised expression into something more fond. “To what do I owe the visit?”

Jason leaned against the rock. Foot braced against the wall. “I know semester’s already started, but something came up. How hard would it be to start at GU?”

Bruce stared at him for a long moment and Jason knew it was his way of trying to figure out what buttons to press. Then he tilted his head and turned back to the computer screen. “Not too hard. It is early yet. Anything I should know?”

“Babs was lonely.” It was an out and out lie, but it seemed to soften things in Bruce further, reminding him of the two children that failed him within months of each other.

“Hm.” Bruce was silent at his computer for a long moment. Convinced that was the end of the conversation, Jason tightened his grip on the helmet he had tucked under his arm. “Either way. It is a good choice. Literature?”

The comment and question rankled Jason, the thing from the pit scratching at his carefully contained emotions. Pushing for any crack. Bruce was trying he reminded himself. Too little too late, but trying.

“Yeah. Going in in the morning.”

“Should I call ahead?”

“No. I can handle it. If not I have no business being there.”

“You will do fine.” The ‘you are a Wayne’ was left unspoken.

Jason snorted. “Right. Good talk.”

“Are you staying the night?” An olive branch. Jason wanted to burn it. He tempered the impulse to a spark.

“I have my own place.”

“Your room is still yours when you want it.”

“Yeah. The room of the worst Robin in history. Pass.” Jason turned and walked stiffly back up the steps. Hearing the soft growl of Batman behind him. The start of an argument.

He considered it a victory that he didn’t run into any of his siblings or Alfred on the way out.

[bradleysass]

sloth - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 953

James was lying on the couch with his legs sprawled dramatically over the armrest, one sock halfway off, his curls messier than usual, and a philosophy book half-open on his stomach. Regulus was on the floor with a mug of tea and a judgmental brow arched toward James’ current posture.

“You’re going to herniate your spine trying to be Socrates,” Regulus muttered, flipping a page in The Symposium.

“I’m already herniating,” James said with a grin, “but for art.” He squinted down at the book as if it would suddenly grant him divine enlightenment. “Question.”

“Unfortunately, I’m listening.”

James beamed. “Seven deadly sins. Pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony, sloth. Let’s assign them to our friends.”

Regulus didn't even hesitate to look up. “You want me to do that?”

“Yeah, I trust you to be honest.”

“That’s because you’re reckless.”

“And you’re pretty when you’re cruel.”

Regulus rolled his eyes so hard it was practically audible. Still, he leaned back against the base of the couch and took a thoughtful sip of his tea. “Fine. But if they find out, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal.” James grinned. “Start anywhere.”

Regulus tapped his lip. “Alright. Pride. Sirius. Obviously.”

James laughed immediately. “You’re not wrong.”

“He’s brilliant, beautiful, and he knows it. That’s the thing with pride, it’s not just thinking you’re great—it’s believing everyone else should acknowledge it too. Sirius doesn’t walk into a room so much as make an entrance and then wait for applause.”

James nodded thoughtfully. “He would start a cult if Remus didn’t roll his eyes at him all the time.”

“That’s the only thing keeping him humble. Remus' disapproval.”

Regulus smirked. “Next: Greed. I’m giving it to Marlene.”

James raised his eyebrows. “Marlene? Really? She always shares her fries.”

“She does, but greed isn’t just about hoarding things, James. It’s wanting more. Constantly. Marlene wants all the attention, all the chaos, all the spark and spectacle. She’s greedy for life. She burns through people and parties like she’s terrified of running out.”

James paused. “Okay. Yeah. That’s actually... scarily accurate.”

“I know,” Regulus said with a hint of smugness. “Now. Wrath. Barty.”

James made a face. “Yeah. He has resting murder face.”

Regulus chuckled darkly. “He doesn’t get angry often. But when he does? It's explosive. Wrath is about that simmering edge. The kind of anger that waits for an excuse.”

“Ticking time bomb.”

“Exactly.”

James twirled a loose thread on his shirt. “So who's envy?”

Regulus hesitated. “Lily.”

“What? Lily? She’s a walking inspirational quote.”

“She’s kind,” Regulus agreed. “But she compares herself to others constantly. Wants to be the best at everything she does, even if she doesn’t say it out loud. Envy isn’t always obvious. Sometimes it comes wrapped in good intentions.”

James mulled that over. “That’s kind of sad.”

“She works hard. She’s brilliant. But she’s always looking sideways. That kind of hunger has a cost.”

James sighed. “Okay. That brings us to... lust.”

Regulus grinned slowly. “Dorcas.”

“Absolutely. No hesitation. That woman could seduce a rock.”

“She probably has.”

“I think she flirted with a traffic cone once,” James said, half-laughing.

Regulus snorted. “And the cone said thank you.”

James pointed at him. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“I warned you.”

“Alright, alright. What about gluttony?”

Regulus smirked. “Peter.”

James blinked. “Because of food?”

“Not just food,” Regulus said. “Peter consumes. He doesn’t know how to pace himself. Be it food, gossip, attention—he always takes too much. It's not malicious. It's just... excessive.”

James nodded slowly. “He does kind of hoard snacks and secrets.”

“Exactly.”

James shifted on the couch, stretching until his book slid off him and thudded to the floor. “So that leaves... sloth.”

Regulus didn’t answer immediately.

James frowned. “Reg?”

Regulus tilted his head back against the couch to look at him. “That one’s me.”

James blinked. “You?”

Regulus nodded once. “It’s not laziness in the typical sense. It’s a soul-deep exhaustion. The kind that makes you freeze. Makes you do nothing when you know you should. Sloth is spiritual apathy. Not because you don’t care—but because you’re too afraid to start. Too tired to fight.”

James was quiet. The room felt heavier suddenly, like gravity had intensified.

He slid down from the couch until he was next to Regulus on the floor, thigh to thigh.

“That’s not a sin,” James said softly. “That’s surviving.”

Regulus didn’t respond for a long moment. His fingers were tight around his mug.

“But it feels like one,” he finally whispered. “When everyone else is running and I’m... still trying to stand.”

James reached over and carefully took the mug from his hands, setting it aside.

He pulled Regulus into a loose, grounding hug, arms warm around his waist.

“You’re not stuck,” he said into Regulus’ hair. “You’re still moving. Maybe slower. Maybe quieter. But you’re not still.”

Regulus leaned into him with a sigh that sounded like something uncoiling inside his chest.

They sat like that for a while. Books forgotten.

Eventually, James whispered, “So where do I fall in all that?”

Regulus leaned back just enough to look at him.

“You’re all of them,” he said, and when James’s eyes widened in mock horror, Regulus smirked. “In the best possible way. Pride in your friends. Gluttony for joy. Wrath for justice. Lust for life. Envy only of the stars because you think you can burn brighter. Greed for love. Sloth, maybe, on Sundays. But you don’t sit in it—you just nap through it.”

James was quiet for a long beat. Then he grinned. “You think I burn brighter than stars?”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me regret being poetic.”

James leaned in. “Too late.”

And then he kissed him.

[to-the-stars8]

Here’s a little whip while I battle a bit of writer’s block. Pls forgive any mistakes, I wrote this on my phone:

Jason didn’t want to be there. It was too loud, too crowded. He felt cramped to one corner of the bar, watching everyone else laugh and smile.

There was a bit of envy in his chest as he noticed everyone talking with such ease. He was jealous that they could be with each other without worrying about ulterior motives or how they looked.

They just were.

He wanted to hate Roy and Dick for dragging him along to their night out. Yet, they had made it sound so nice. They’d suggested that he might finally get out of that hard shell he’d made and maybe—just maybe—he’d meet someone.

He hated that once they suggested someone might look at him with something other than disappointment or anger, he easily relented.

Roy had gone off to talk to some blonde on the other side of the bar, dragging Dick along as a wingman. Jason stayed, nursing a beer as he scanned the room.

Then, you appeared. He blinked and there you were, leaning against the bar as you yelled your order to the bartender.

His eyes flickered down your body, quietly admiring the way your dress hugged the dips and curves of your hips and thighs. A waft of vanilla had hit him when you got close, maybe it was your perfume. Whatever it was, it did something to him. When he noticed you staring pointedly at him, a small smirk on your lips, he turned away, mumbling an apology. Though he doubted you heard it over the music.

“Hey,” you said, leaning closer. “Not to sound weird, but you have really pretty eyes.”

Jason turned back to look at you, surprised. You giggled, inching closer with a look of interest. The only time your eyes looked away was when the bartender set your drink onto the counter.

“Thank you,” Jason yelled over the music.

You smiled. “You’re welcome.” There was a brief pause, like you were considering what you were about to say. Eventually, you asked, “What’s your name?”

“Jason.”

You got excited, eyes brightening. “I love that name! It reminds me of a poem.”

“Medea?”

“No,” you laughed. “The Argonautica!”

Your eyes were bright, and you stepped closer. Now there was less than a foot was between you, and your hand was testing the waters by slowly caressing his forearm. Jason took a swig of his drink to seem casual—Just so he didn’t look like his heart was pounding out of his chest.

“What’s your name?” He asked after a second.

You told him, and Jason thought there couldn’t have been a prettier name in the world. Suddenly, your hand was in his, playing with his fingers. He let you touch him, because, somehow, it felt so good.

“You don’t mind this, do you?” You asked.

“You’re a bit late on asking that,” Jason pointed out.

You giggled, putting his hand on your hip as you pressed yourself closer to him. Jason gave it a squeeze, relishing in the softness of your body.

“You can tell me to stop,” you commented, letting your other hand trail up his chest.

“No,” he said without thinking. “I don’t think I will.”

You laughed again, rubbing up over his chest and down his arms like you’d known him for years and not just five minutes. Or maybe it was ten minutes. Jason was too lost in your touch to know how long it’d been.

“Why are you over here all alone?”

Jason only stated, “I don’t like crowds. Stresses me out.”

You nodded in agreement. “A quirk I cannot laugh at.”

He cocked an eyebrow and squeezed your hip again. This was getting dangerous, you were disarming him too well. Worse, he was letting this happen all too easily. “Was that a Pride and Prejudice quote?”

You gasped, pulling back a little with an impressed look about your face. “A man who reads? Interesting! In any case, it was piss-poor, misquoted reference.”

“I still got it.”

You stared up at Jason before stepping closer, your lips pressing against his jaw lightly before you leaned up toward his ear. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Yeah,” he breathed as he pulled you flush against him.

Your hands curled into his shirt. “What would you like for breakfast tomorrow?”

[cece693]

mmmore personal bodyguard.. OHhh i love this old man!!! ohh i love tony stark please.. would you make more of male reader and Tony..

I also love that old man. So, I was thinking of what else can he and his hunky bodyguard get up to and then DING! What if the bodyguard takes his job so seriously that he takes a hit meant for Tony and we get an overprotective Iron Man?

Personal Bodyguard Pt. 2

pairing: tony stark x male reader tags: overprotective Tony, Tony has feelings, reader is over it, he was a military man for fucks sake, my man be stressin, reader is set to prove a point, fluff

You stir awake in the gleaming medical bay of Stark Tower, blinking under the fluorescent lights. The drug-induced fog makes your thoughts sluggish, but the unmistakable sting in your shoulder reminds you exactly why you’re here. You shift against the pillows, wincing at the dull throb of pain.

Across the room, a small army of medical personnel are quietly conferring, flipping through charts and checking vitals. You hear the beep of machines and soft murmurs. It’s overwhelming, and you’re not the only one who thinks so. “Everyone out,” comes a familiar, commanding voice. “Now.”

Tony stands at the entrance, hair mussed, tie undone, brow etched with anger and worry. His voice cuts like a knife through the room. The doctors and nurses exchange glances, but none dare contradict him. They file out in a subdued rush—some clearly concerned, but none wanting to challenge Tony Stark when he’s in this mood.

“And before anyone complains,” he adds, glowering, “I’ve got the best AI in the world monitoring him, so scram.”

Moments later, the door slides shut with a quiet hiss. The only sound left is the steady pulse of the heart monitor by your bed and the faint hum of the Tower’s ventilation system. Tony crosses the room in long strides, practically radiating anxiety. He stops at your bedside, eyes darting from the bandages on your shoulder to your face, to the monitors, and back again. It’s like he can’t decide what to focus on—he just wants everything to be okay.

“Are you comfortable?” he demands, reaching to adjust your pillows. “Do you need a different angle? More medication? Less medication? You look like you’re in pain. You should’ve said something—didn’t the doctors tell you to—?”

A weak smile tugs at your lips. “Tony, breathe. I’m all right.” But he’s not listening. He keeps fiddling with the bed’s controls, trying to find the perfect angle, cursing under his breath when the motor jerks your injured shoulder.

“Sorry,” he mutters, pulling back like he’s burned. “God, I’m screwing this up.”

“Hey,” you say, voice soft, “it’s fine. Really.”

He sighs, frustration etched across his features. “It’s not fine. If it were fine, you wouldn’t be in a hospital bed with a bullet wound.” His hands ball into fists at his sides. “I’ve been over the security tapes a hundred times, trying to figure out how I could’ve—how we could’ve—prevented this.”

The chair next to you squeaks as Tony sinks into it, his exhaustion evident. He rubs a hand over his face, and you see the shadows under his eyes. You suspect he hasn’t slept since the incident. “I can’t—” Tony starts, then stops, words hitching in his throat. “I can’t just sit here and watch you get hurt because of me.”

You let out a careful sigh. Even that small motion makes the pain spike. “Tony,” you say, voice steady despite the discomfort, “it’s not your fault.”

He makes a strangled noise and gestures to your injured shoulder. “Yeah, ’cause getting shot while protecting me is totally just a random coincidence.” He’s spiraling—has been, ever since the bullet meant for him hit you instead. You try to catch his eye, but he’s jittery, like a live wire about to spark.

“Look,” Tony says, voice cracking, “maybe you—maybe you should go. Quit. Or—or I should fire you. I’ll give you a severance package that’ll make CEOs weep with envy. You can do literally anything else. Anything safer.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Fire me?” There’s a stab of hurt under the shock, but you force yourself to stay calm. “That’s one hell of a ‘thank you for taking a bullet for me.’”

He flinches at your words, but his gaze hardens—a brittle, desperate resolve. “If it means you never have to bleed for me again, then yeah. I’ll do it.”

A flurry of emotions churns in your gut—annoyance, exasperation, and a surprising surge of affection for the panicked man in front of you. You carefully push yourself upright, ignoring the twinge of pain, and pin Tony with a firm look. “You can’t do this.”

“Fire you?” He scoffs, but the sound comes out choked. “I can do anything I want, remember? Billionaire with an army of lawyers.” A shaky hand runs through his hair again. “I could relocate you to—oh, I don’t know—Switzerland. Buy you a nice chalet in the Alps or something. You’d never have to see a bullet in your life.”

You can’t stop the small, exasperated laugh that escapes you. “A chalet in the Alps. Fancy. I’ll keep that in mind for retirement.” You pause, letting the joking tone fade. “But until then, no deal.”

He looks incredulous. “Why not?” he demands, voice cracking again. “Why on Earth would you want to keep doing this?” His eyes flick to the bandages peeking from your hospital gown, as if they’re the most damning evidence in the world.

You tilt your head, the ghost of a wry smile tugging at your lips. “Because you hired me to protect you, genius,” you say, letting a bit of humor slip in. “I got shot, yeah, but guess what? You didn’t. Mission accomplished.”

He stares at you like you’ve grown a second head. “I’m sorry—what part of you being shot is an accomplishment?!”

“The part where the bullet didn’t go through you.” You soften your tone. “Look, Tony, I know you hate that this happened. But injuries are part of the job, and I accepted that risk the moment I signed on.”

He slumps forward, elbows braced on his knees, face buried in his hands. “Well, I didn’t sign on for this.”

You reach out with your good arm and place a hand on his forearm. “Tony, look at me,” you coax. Slowly, he drags his hands away from his face, eyes red-rimmed. “This injury isn’t as bad as it looks. I’ve had worse in basic training.” (A slight exaggeration, but hey, you’d say anything to calm him right now.)

Tony tries to scoff, but it comes out more like a choked laugh. “Basic training had bullet wounds?”

You shrug with your good shoulder. “Not me, specifically, but some guys I knew.” You press on before he can argue. “Point is, I’m okay. Sore, but okay. So, you’re not firing me.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you fix him with a look. The “don’t even try it” kind that makes even a billionaire genius back down.

“Let me make this clear,” you continue, voice gentler now but unyielding. “I appreciate the concern, really. It means a lot that you care about what happens to me. But this is my choice. I’m not walking away, and you sure as hell aren’t pushing me away. If we keep doing this dance, the only thing you’ll accomplish is driving yourself crazy—and me right along with you.”

He sucks in a breath, eyes glimmering with fresh tears, though he blinks them back rapidly. “I just…I don’t want to see you hurt again. Ever.”

Your lips curl into a small smile. “That’s not how this works, Tony. If I’m with you, there’s always a risk. You’re Iron Man, for crying out loud. Trouble follows you like a lost puppy.”

A strangled half-laugh, half-sob escapes Tony. He scrubs at his face again, clearly embarrassed by his own display of emotion. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, still not meeting your gaze. “I’m…I’m a wreck.”

You inhale, letting your fingers drift from his arm to his hand, lacing them together. “Yeah, you are,” you agree, tone gentle but with a fond edge. “And that’s okay. But you don’t get to fire me. I’m tougher than I look, Stark.”

He starts to argue, but you give his hand a firm squeeze. “Seriously,” you insist, making sure he hears every word. “I’ve been thrown out of planes, shot at, and gone through obstacle courses that make grown men cry. A little bullet in my shoulder? Not enough to scare me away from you.”

A hint of incredulity flashes in his eyes. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

“I do,” you say, jaw set. Before he can argue further, you shift your legs off the bed. Pain flares through your shoulder, but you grit your teeth and push yourself upright. Tony bolts to his feet like you’ve just threatened to jump off a cliff.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demands, voice shrill with alarm. “Hey—easy, easy!”

You wave off his concern. “I’m standing,” you say through clenched teeth, mustering a cocky smirk despite the pain. “You need proof I’m still in one piece? Well, here it is.” Tony’s eyes dart from your unsteady legs to your bandaged shoulder. He looks ready to catch you at any second. But you square your stance, heart pounding, determined to show him you’re stronger than he thinks.

He reaches out, as if to gently guide you back onto the bed, but you seize the moment. Sliding an arm around his waist—ignoring the painful protest in your shoulder—you pull Tony close. Then you press your lips to his in a firm, grounding kiss.

It’s not the smoothest kiss—your balance is off, and you’re pretty sure you’re leaning on him more than intended. But Tony’s body goes stiff for a split second before he melts against you with a quiet, desperate sound at the back of his throat. For those few seconds, the throbbing in your shoulder blurs into the background. All that matters is Tony’s warmth, the faint scent of cologne, and the taste of desperation on his lips.

When you finally break apart, you’re both breathless. One of his hands is splayed across your lower back, the other hovering near your bandage as though he’s too scared to touch it. “You idiot,” he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. “You should be resting.”

“Probably,” you admit, wincing slightly as you shift your arm. “But you needed to see I’m still here. Really here.”

He draws in a ragged breath, eyes flicking over your face. “I see you,” he murmurs, voice tight with lingering fear. “But if you pass out, I’m going to strap you to that bed myself, understand?”

You huff a faint laugh. “Sounds kinky.”

A brief spark of amusement flashes in his eyes, followed by relief. “God, I hate you,” he jokes, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Don’t ever do that again.”

You card your fingers through his hair, feeling how tense he still is. “Can’t make promises, boss. Besides…” You pull back just enough to meet his gaze. “I’d do it all over again if it meant keeping you safe.”

He exhales shakily, and the hand on your back tightens. “You’re insane.”

“Probably,” you concede. “But you love me anyway.”

A hesitant, watery smile curves across his lips. “Yeah,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. “I really do.”

[dudetorchkovsky]

I wonder what my emotions would look like and... I drew it! They have elements of my appearance, my clothes, hobbies etc

Fear😱

Yeah, he's my main emotion (that's why I'm so nervous...uh)

Anxiety😰

I can't imagine how Anxiety and Fear can't be married🙄

EDIT:

Joy😃

Sadness😭

Disgust🤢

Why is she so hot.....

Anger😡

He loves trash aggressive songs XD

Envy🤩

Embarrassment😳

Ennui😴

(I prefer "Boredom")

[allthingssteddie]

Eddie Munson hated a lot of things. He hated the jocks who thought they ruled Hawkins High. He hated the posers at the record store who claimed to love metal but had never even listened to Iron Maiden. He hated his gym teacher that asshole who got off on making him miserable. And he especially hated the cheesy, commercialized holidays that seemed to bring out the worst in people.

Valentine's Day.

Eddie Munson hated a lot of things, but Valentine's Day was definitely at the top of his list. And that day was finally here.

The happiness radiating off everyone in school was suffocating, and even Steve had fallen victim to the Valentine's Day madness. He was beaming with pride, flowers in hand, as he chatted with Nancy by her locker. Eddie's stomach twisted into a knot as he watched Steve's goofy, lovestruck grin. He couldn't stand the way Steve's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at Nancy. It was a look Eddie had never seen Steve give him, and it made his chest ache with a dull, unfamiliar pang.

He knew his crush was doomed from the start, a futile infatuation that would never be reciprocated. But knowing it didn’t make it any easier to bear. Especially not today, when he was forced to witness Steve’s affectionate gestures towards Nancy up close. His locker, conveniently located next to Nancy’s, offered a front row seat to the torture. Eddie couldn’t help but feel like he was stuck in a never ending nightmare, watching the person he secretly was in love with attention on someone else.

Eddie thought the morning couldn't get any worse, but first period proved him wrong. As he walked into class, he spotted a long stemmed rose on Nancy's desk, surrounded by a gaggle of girls cooing and aahing over it. "Is it from Steve?" one of them asked, eyes wide with excitement. Nancy's face flushed as she glanced at a note attached to the rose, her awkward smile and nod confirming their suspicions. Eddie's gut twisted with a mix of discomfort and envy as he slid into his seat, trying to ignore the syrupy sweetness that seemed to be suffocating him.

As the day wore on, Eddie witnessed a different scene unfold. Nancy and Steve were standing by their lockers, their voices hushed but their body language screaming tension. The rose from earlier lay wilted on the floor, trampled and forgotten. Nancy's face was red with anger, her eyes blazing as she spat out the words, "You're such an ass, Steve!" Steve looked taken aback, his eyes hurt and confused, as if he had no idea what he'd done wrong. Eddie watched, fascinated, as the couple's argument , wondering what had triggered the fight.

Nancy stormed away, leaving Steve standing by his locker, his face etched with hurt and confusion. He slumped down to the ground, holding his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. Eddie couldn't help but approach him, curiosity getting the better of him. "What's wrong, man?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Steve glared at him, his eyes welling up with tears. Eddie, taken aback, threw up his hands. "Fine, don't tell me," he said, turning to leave. But Steve's hand shot out, grasping Eddie's pants leg. "Wait," he said, his voice cracking. Eddie sat back down beside him, and Steve let out a shuddering sigh. "She's cheating on me," he sniffled. Eddie's eyes widened in shock. "Nancy?" he repeated, incredulous. Steve nodded, his face crumpling. "Yeah, Nancy."

Eddie's eyes widened in shock. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Steve sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He handed Eddie a note that had been attached to the flowers. Eddie's eyes scanned the page, his heart sinking as he read the words "I miss you... J". The initials seemed to leap off the page, a stark confirmation of Steve's suspicions. Eddie's gaze met Steve's, and he could see the pain and betrayal etched on his face.

"That's...that's pretty conclusive," Eddie said, trying to sound calm, but his voice came out rougher than he intended. Steve nodded, his jaw clenched, and Eddie could see the muscles in his face twitching with suppressed emotion. "I knew something was off," Steve muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's been acting weird for weeks, but I had no idea..." He trailed off, his eyes welling up with tears again. Eddie felt a pang of sympathy for Steve and instinctively reached out, putting a hand on Steve's shoulder.

As the bell rang, Eddie turned to Steve and suggested they ditch class. Steve hesitated for a second, but nodded in agreement. They slipped into Eddie's car, where they shared a joint outside Waldenbooks.

"I'm actually banned from here," Eddie said with a chuckle.

Steve laughed, inhaling the smoke. "Why?" he asked, his eyes squinting with amusement.

Eddie grinned mischievously. "I got into an argument with the guy who worked here over The Lord of the Rings book."

Steve raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What about it?"

Eddie leaned in, a conspiratorial whisper escaping his lips. "He said it was just a kids' book, and I... disagreed."

Steve chuckled, the smoke from the joint curling out of his mouth. "You went all geek on him, huh?"

Eddie nodded, a proud smile spreading across his face. "Someone had to set him straight."

Steve passed him the joint, and Eddie took a long, satisfying drag. For a moment, they just sat there in comfortable silence, the only sound the soft hum of the radio.

Eddie couldn't believe it - King Steve, the star athlete, was sitting in his car, smoking a joint and smiling with him. It was surreal, and yet, it felt oddly natural.

The silence was broken when Steve spoke up, "I'm surprised you're not into Valentine's Day, Eddie, like isn’t everyone?”

Eddie scoffed, "It's a total sham. A holiday created by corporations to guilt trip people into buying overpriced flowers and chocolates. And let's be real, it's just a reminder of societal pressure to conform to romantic norms."

Steve chuckled and said, "Wow, Eddie, you're like a Valentine's Day Grinch. What's behind all that cynicism?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Hey, someone's got to keep things real around here. But if you must know, I just think it's all a bit... forced. Like, why do we need a special day to show people we care? Shouldn't we be doing that anyway?"

Eddie smiled, looking slightly surprised by Steve's agreement. "Yeah, I mean, it's just another day, right?"

“As "I Want to Know What Love Is" by Foreigner came on, Steve lit up, turning up the volume. He sang along, eyes closed, and Eddie joined in. As they sang, they looked at each other, their eyes locking. Eddie stared at Steve's lips, and Steve caught him looking. They exchanged a glance, and Steve smiled slyly. "You know what would be perfect?" he asked, his voice low as if he was telling a secret. "What?" Eddie replied, his heart racing.

They sit side by side on the planetarium's seats, gazing up at the starry night sky projected above. Steve let out a soft "whoa" as a swirling galaxy filled the dome.

Eddie turned to him, a knowing glint in his eye. "Right?"

Steve nodded, his eyes still fixed on the celestial display. "It's like... perspective, you know? We're just a tiny part of all this."

Eddie smiled, his voice barely above a whisper. "Exactly."

“How did you find out about this place?” Steve asked, his gaze still upward.

Eddie smiled, his eyes nostalgic. “As a kid I’d come here with my uncle.”

Steve turned to him, intrigued. “Your uncle?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, he was an astronomy buff. He’d bring me here whenever I was feeling lost or overwhelmed. He’d say, ‘Look, son, we’re just a small part of something much bigger.’”

Steve’s eyes softened, and he turned back to the starry sky. “That’s really cool. I’m sure he’d be happy to know you’re still coming here.”

The two sat in comfortable silence for a moment, taking in the celestial beauty above. Then eddie reached out tracing the stars with his fingers and Steve and gently brushed his hand against Eddie’s

Eddie's fingers froze, and a spark of electricity ran through him at the gentle touch. He turned to Steve, their eyes locking in the dim light of the planetarium. Time seemed to suspend as they gazed at each other, the only sounds the soft hum of the projector and the distant, music.

Without breaking eye contact, Steve intertwined their fingers, his hand warm and gentle around Eddie's. Eddie's heart skipped a beat as a jolt of connection ran through him, like the stars above had aligned just for this moment.

Eddie couldn't help but feel a shift in his perspective. As he sat there, hands intertwined with Steve's, surrounded by the celestial beauty of the planetarium, he was starting to believe in Valentine's Day.

[ravenstargames]

What are the LIs like when they get their hearts broken by someone?

Someone woke up and chose angst! And it was not me!

✦ What are the LIs like when they get their hearts broken by someone?

✦ Amon: Surprisingly "mature" about it. Things happen, things don't work out sometimes. That doesn't mean he isn't sad—he's just too used to this kind of thing. He has survived a million heartbreaks; this one will be no different.

✦ Raeya: Tends to reflect a lot on what she could've done better, or where she may have failed. Chances are she does this obsessively and not in a useful way that helps her grow or learn, but more as a way to chastise herself. Tries to bury herself in work to avoid dealing with the pain.

✦ Gael: Devastated. Would not function for a few weeks. The one who externalizes his pain the most, emotionally speaking. Needs the longest to recover, but eventually does it healthily and learns a lot.

✦ Envy: Pretends it doesn't bother them that much, then channels his hurt as anger—ultimately they're deeply affected and can't deal with it. Would hide behind thoughts like "I should've seen it coming", "this always happens", "I can't trust anyone", and so on. Would inwardly blame the other person and harbor a lot of hatred and resentment to "protect" himself.

✦ Ara: From the outside she's the same as always, positive and cheerful, but on the inside her denial phase runs long. She just acts like nothing happened, literally. Like the other person never existed in the first place. Doesn't want to talk about it so don't even mention it to her, she'll get furious.

✦ Xal: Suffers quietly. Accepts it as something that sooner or later was going to happen. He doesn't question stuff or tries to actively heal, sadly. He'd be a little confused? He doesn't know. Too many different emotions he doesn't know how to process so he just...doesn't.

✦ Father Pride: A mix between Amon and Raeya. He knows things happen, life goes on, people change, love transforms and it can die. He knows this but can't quite grow to fully accept it so he enters a process of rumination that affects him for quite a while.

✦ Lázaro: Is pretty chill about it. "Recovers" the fastest but that doesn't mean their process is healthy lol. Stalks the other person frequently until they lose interest, kind of personally supervising their whole "detachment" process, if that makes sense. Kind of as a way to prove themself this isn't their end.

✦ Cécile: Yeah, no one is breaking his heart or breaking up with him. Someone he has confided in this much isn't just walking away from his life. Once you're with him, you're with him. Forever. And if you want out, there's only one way, and he has to be the one doing it.