I’m writing a Jason Todd fic that has everything I want. The foundation of the fic is love: it’s Bruce’s love for his long-lost son. But it’s love that’s gone wrong. It’s love, but it’s love for someone who’s gone (or never existed in the first place). It’s Bruce’s fear — of losing the people he loves, of losing what makes him feel like he’s making the right choices, of feeling completely lost, because admitting that he’s making a mistake, making MANY mistakes, well. That means he’s failed. He can’t fail. Not in this. Not again.
This fic is about love: one person begging the other to see them, to love them as they are, to help them in the way they need. The other person is suffocating the first because they love them. They love them so much and just want them to be happy, but happiness to them has a certain look. Happiness can only be achieved in the right way. It’s horrible and painful and frightening and sad. It’s a story about love. It’s a horror. It’s a ghost story. Don’t you see? In the end, it’s all about love. And how sometimes the people who love us are the ones who kill us.
I had a silly little Cotl au idea for the Ocs and did a doodle or two so I figured I'd just hold them up like an animal crossing catch real quick for those who remember these silly little guys
I didn't draw them but if you were curious I think Top Teir's probably Shamura and Humphrey's most likely The Fox
*me pointing at my head cause I know the emotions are at headquarters* hey hey anxiety??? Chill the fuck out, we are the meds, now BREATHE PLEASE I CAN FEEL YOU VIBRATING- GET THE TEA AND SIT DOWN PLEASE! WE BOTH NEED TO BREATHE
Some days it's hard not to forget I aint anyone's favourite person, or, how people I consider my best friends more than likely don't feel that same way about me. Never being invited to any gatherings or actually spending time with me unless I'm the one who initiates it.
With me breaking my ankle in my crash it's made me reflect a lot on people I considered close friends, since none of them have made any effort to visit me. I know it seems selfish but damn a friend from work I've only known less than a year went out of her way for me more in these 2 months I've been handicapped than friends I've known for about 10 years have in the entirety of our relationships.
I can't really leave my parent's house, I'm still non weight-bearing, everything is really difficult and I'm alone with my thoughts way more than normal. I don't like being in my own head to think about this kind of shit, lol. I wish it felt like they cared more.