#I HATE THIS SO MUCH UGHHHHH

[jiyansthesis]

oooo can I request angst w keith? Maybe unrequited love ? Like reader and keith are childhood friends or sthm.

I ACTUALLY HATE WRITING ANGST. but it has to be done. i'm finishing writing a smut for him so 🙏I'LL TAKE THIS ONE. hint of klance?? really implied klance??. tbh i might make a second part if enough people want it

not proofread/really short because im ass at anything other than romance and smut

today was the day.

you straightened up from where you were sitting on your bed, holding a little letter in your hand. a letter you would give to keith if you were too scared to even say it straight to his face.

"i like you." it read. you slightly cringed at how it sounded like a middle schooler's confession letter.

but it was straightforward and got the point across. if it backfired, you could always make up some crazy backstory to the note, but you were sure it wasn't going to get to that point.

you were hoping it wouldn't.

you and keith have been basically tied together for as long as you could remember. you went through elementary school, middle school, and even the garrison academy, until he eventually dropped out.

somehow you had managed to follow him into space. a chance of fate, that one night you managed to follow lance and hunk and pidge.

now basically a medic, since you weren't meant to be a paladin and this was the best job you could fit into. and so far, you've been having the time of your life for the past few months.

of course, that didn't mean you were entirely relaxed all the time. it seemed way too often that one of the paladins have to come to you to fix up an injury they had received, either on a mission or even just practicing. keith was your most normal visitor, and you definitely weren't complaining. (but you were always worried for him.)

letting out a huge sigh, you stand up from your bed and make your way to the door, it sliding open once you were in close proximity. you began sweating as thoughts raced through your mind.

what if he genuinely doesn't like you like that?

what if this ruins what you guys have been building up for years?

what if this disgusts him and he never talks to you again?

what if he does something worse than him saying "no"?

you shook your head. you weren't too confident, but you also weren't going to dampen your mood. all you have to do is go up to him, hand him the note, and wait.

you were about to go search for keith, when it turns out you didn't have to move at all. he was making it down the hallway, and he perked up a little when he saw you standing there.

"hey, i have a question," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck when he had finished jogging towards you.

he noticed the envelope in your hands, but paid no mind to it as you gestured for him to come inside your room.

"so, what do you want to talk about?" you held off on confessing, opting to hear him out first since he did come looking for you, and you were curious. you placed the envelope on the drawer, right next to a picture of you and keith as kids that you had always kept on you.

he slumped onto your bed, letting out a big sigh as you could see he was struggling to find words for what he wanted to say.

"i don't know what to tell lance."

"tell lance?" you questioned. maybe he needed your advice to just talk to lance about something important.

"well. . ." he hesitated.

"you can tell me anything, keith," you made your way over to him and sat next to him.

"i don't know how to tell lance i like him."

you sure as fuck weren't expecting that.

your jaw dropped, and keith watched as you turned away from, not wanting him to see your glossy eyes.

"w-well." your voice cracked, you quickly covering it up with a cough. "sorry, allergies."

when you finally faced him again, you saw him looking at you questioningly. "you alright?"

"yeah, yeah." you rubbed your eyes as if they were itchy, playing into the 'allergies' cover-up. at least he won't ask why your eyes were red and teary.

(but you knew he was smarter than that.)

"hm, well." you tried not to think about it too hard, lest you start tearing up again. "just be bold and do it. you miss all the shots you don't take."

very ironic.

he grunted as he sat up. "as if i haven't been telling myself that for months.

months?

you've been pinning for a man who's liked someone else for months. all those years of childish infatuation down the drain. all the years of thinking about a future with him.

you wished you never met him.

quickly standing up so he wouldn't see the tears threatening to fall, you excused yourself.

"i have to use the bathroom. sorry keith, i'll see you later." right before you left, you turned your head at an angle so you could see him from the corner of your eyes.

"and remember, what could go wrong?" everything went wrong for you.

but you couldn't be mad at him. you were mad you didn't see the signs. it's not his fault he wasn't in love with you, and there was nothing you could do to change that. the most you could do out of love for him is hope that him and lance get together.

the door shut behind you, leaving a very confused keith on your bed.

he also made his way to the door, trying to build up confidence to ask lance out. his eyes trailed to the picture of you and him, and he smiled. he loved you like a sister, and couldn't imagine losing you, although you did seem a bit more distant after he. . .

he realized.

looking at the letter you left on the drawer, he saw that it was addressed to him.

he didn't bother opening it, because he already knew what was in it.

"fuck," he ran a hand through his hair. you were the last person he should've asked for advice. rushing, he went looking for you.

you on the other hand were in a random hallway, rubbing your wet face to make it look as presentable as possible before you went to the training deck to work out all your feelings. is it a healthy coping mechanism? probably not. but you didn't care.

how did you not see the way the two of them interacted? they were obviously a lot closer than with the other paladins. you were stupid.

never would you ever be blinded by hopeless love ever agai-

"something wrong?" you lifted your head to see shiro gazing at you worriedly.

part 2 with shiro!?!?!?

[xixovart]

thinking about valgrace

and how much better it would’ve been for the characters and plot than lightning mclean (still love that ship name though). maybe even aroace leo/jason could’ve been amazing

i mean, what’s more impactful? a child of hephaestus with severe abandonment issues feeling like a 7th wheel and the author resolving it by giving him a girlfriend, or a daughter of aphrodite, the goddess of love and romance, being single and happy about it for an entire book series, later to overcome comphet and fall in love with a girl. maybe even a child of rome—jupiter, no less—learning to accept himself for his orientation and accepting that he doesn’t have to be perfect, and it’s ok to be happy and different from expectations.

“to storm or fire the world will fall” would’ve hit ten times harder. one of them would have to go, and there was nothing they could do about it. the tragedy? the suspense?

leo overcoming his need for acceptance because he found everythinf he wanted in one person. jason was the first to tell leo he mattered, in a positive context. and he meant it. he showed leo a side of himself that leo didn’t even know existed.

platonic valgrace is still amazing. aroace leo is incredible. valgrace could’ve been endgame

[napping-sapphic]

Send me every little selfie you take so that i can look at them whenever i miss you

[gunsatthaphan]

"for real?"

[naffeclipse]

if you would be so kind as to hit me over the head with a shovel and bury me in a shallow grave, that would be great. thanks.

[puppyeared]

[moonamite]

His lil wave. UGGGGHHHHHHH

[puzzled-zebra]

I am normal and not overthinking Hazbin Hotel.

I am normal and not overthinking Hazbin Hotel.

I am

normal and

NOT overthinking Hazbin Hotel.

I

AM

NORMAL

AND

*NOT*

OVERTHINKING

HAZBIN

HOTEL

I…siiigh…I am. Help. I am overthinking Hazbin Hotel. I’m WAY overthinking this. This is so stupid. I do NOT have TIME for this UGH! This is so not going to be a big deal. Lilith’s necklace is a tiny, insignificant detail…right? It can’t be anything more than just a pearl necklace…Right???? She is so obviously still Lilith there, Lute calls her by her name, the necklaces mean nothing…RIGHT????????

[signed-sapphire]

Little doodle of my Star and Asha I did last night instead of studying 👍

Designs for my Wish rewrite originally from @mythartist21!

Closeups bc idk what else to add ⬆️

The left is Star’s “celestial” form, with the glowy hair and cape and sick ass eyes and stuff (+ something for Asha I will explain in my in-depth rewrite)

The right is Star’s human form— regular cape, hair, eye color. I still wanted his eyes to be lighter, like an amber color, not sure if that came across

[triglycercule]

they're a bit dumb

[dokidokidraws]

Terrible news everyone!

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[haveihitanerve]

Another Love

Bruce and Tim. 

Tim was hurt. Bruce didn't know what to do. With Jason, with Dick, he would have rushed to his side. Would have held him. Patched him up. Done something to make him laugh. Distract him from the pain. But Tim wasn't Dick. He wasn't Jason. So Bruce watched, unmoving, as the boy lifted himself. Watched as he straightened. Tim turned, and there was such pain in Tims eyes. Such hurt. But Bruce couldn't bring himself to move. Couldn't bring himself to offer apologies. Words of comfort. All of that had been poured into Dick. Jason. The man, the stupid goon who had managed to get a hit in, was running away. Bruce knew he should follow. Knew he should beat the man up. Words had never been his forte. Nor had been actions of love. Of care. But violence he could do. He could show Tim he cared by beating the man responsible. Show him there was some emotion behind keeping him as Robin. But Bruce was tired. He was so tired. His hands hurt. And his throat felt so dry. And he wanted to sing something, Dick had always been singing, goading him to join. Jason had always hummed, and been so excited when Bruce had started singing along. But… he just couldn't. Tim clutched his bleeding side and turned away. Bruce had tried. Gods he tried so hard. He took Tim to the same roof every patrol. Tried to make it seem like their roof. Like it was theirs. Like anything in this godforsaken city belonged to just them and not… them. The look in Tim’s eyes hurt. It hurt so much. But Bruce couldn't bring himself to reach out. To offer the boy a place in his bed. Even if it was so empty. He couldn't. His bed belonged to Dick. To Jason. He couldn't let another smell mix with theirs. Bruce wanted to open his mouth, say something, scream, call him back, as Tim hobbled out across the roofs, heading to his empty, too big house. Wanted to cry and scream and beat the world and cradle his boy to his chest. But he couldn't. And he couldn't even drag up enough goodness in his tormented and black heart to try with another one. He couldn't. Bruce turned away, and headed to his house. 

[rapidhighway]

Hnngg

[tiangouaway]

just... calling solomon “my king”

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

might just be my personal opinion but i think migraines should go away if someone hugs me and kisses my forehead actually

[aropride]

i love psychology classes i love this shit. because i know like everyything but i get to share my opinions on the reading and i LOVE having opinions