#crying tw

[tadc-ragatha]

Them Receiving a Drawing of Themselves

TW: breakdowns/shutdowns, gender dysphoria, crying

Type: Headcanons

A/N: "Reader discusses what they and the members used to look like, and decides to draw an artist's interpretation of that description with startling accuracy." As of posting, requests are open. Includes only the main six (who I shall now call the digital six/circus crew). Spoilers. Body-sickness = homesickness for body.

Pomni

I'm going to make this interesting for myself and go with the theory that when she saw herself in the mirror she got a bunch of gender euphoria because she's trans. So, for this, she probably wouldn't even bring up her old appearance on her own unless heavily prompted to. Even then, she's really awkward about it, and everyone probably gets the memo that she's at least insecure about her old looks.

Not you, though. You decided to take it upon yourself to draw her. You paid attention to every detail she said, and compiled it all together to create a drawing/painting of the real-world Pomni. She was...Less than enthusiastic. At first, she's angry, even. But once she realises you didn't know, she just turns to going down a crisis of reality and homesickness instead.

If we don't go with that theory, then she still has a crisis. She'd finally started to push her thoughts of home to the edge of her mind, and now it's brought up to the front again. It's best to just not make art of her.

Ragatha

You probably found out about Ragatha through a breakdown of hers. She'd been holding up the happy-go-lucky, optimistic, cheery persona for so long that it was bound to snap. And so, one day the dam had a leak that turned into a full-on collapse. She was crying and talking about how she missed home and her real body. She was starting to forget what she looked like, and it was driving her to the edge.

In an effort to not have her abstracted, you took it upon yourself to give her something to hold on to. You took mental notes of each thing she said about herself and once everything was safe, you went to your room. Taking out your art equipment, you got to work on trying your best to recreate what she looked like.

In the end, you made a bunch of different ones. Presenting them to her, she was surprised and sad. It fueled her homesickness even more. But she covered it up and accepted it; she knew it was out of love, after all. And after she calmed down she did get to looking at them properly and it did give her some comfort to recognise herself and know that she wouldn't forget herself just yet.

Jax

I feel like Jax cared a lot about his appearance. Really, this is just based on that moment where he checks his non-existent nails, but I digress. Either way, he was probably just complaining like normal when it happened. He didn't really care about what he was saying (on the outside, at least); he was just bored and wanting to talk. But you made it your mission to make him feel better about his "body-sickness".

When he received the gift, he would've tried to play it off real quick. Truth be told, depending on how long you had been in the DC he probably would've made fun of your art. But you could see his initial reaction being one of surprise. Still, he would've tried to twist it and tease you about supposedly having a crush on him or trying to be his friend (a "useless attempt" is what he would say).

He probably tried to just chuck it under his bed when he got to his room. But after a little while the temptation was too much and he grabbed it. Looking it over, it was creepy how on point it was. To be honest, he was half-convinced you had known him outside of the digital world. Either way, he was secretly pretty grateful for it and glad you had had that otherwise useless conversation. But he would never tell you that.

Kinger

Kinger would've just asked what you looked like and that would've led to talking about him. I feel like he's got a sort of dad vibe in the way that he'd make up grand stories about himself. Like, he was a world-famous Broadway star or something. But he'd drop the act and tell you he was just joking. Either way, he ended up telling you about his looks.

When drawing him, you realised just how old he was. Not in a bad way, but you did still feel bad for him. He had lived half a life already before being trapped in the DC, and then he had been there the longest. Who knew what had happened to him; what he had lived through, who he had cared about before all this happened. It made you sad.

Giving him the present, though, he was very grateful and told you such. It had been so long since he had seen anything that looked like him, and to have something so accurate seemed nothing short of a miracle. He was sure to show it off to everyone and soon the whole circus crew was wanting their own.

Gangle

Gangle is an artist herself, and you were likely drawing together when the conversation of drawing each other came up. At first, you just made art of each other's current bodies, but soon you were discussing what you looked like before being trapped in the DC. Thankfully for Gangle, her comedy mask hadn't yet been broken by Jax, so she wasn't too depressed when talking about it.

I bet she put a lot of effort into drawing you. Though, her style isn't realistic, so it looked very anime-ified. Still, the hair and eye colour matched. You put a lot of effort into making art of Gangle, too. Though, you were almost photo-realistic (when you had the time and resources) in your art, so yours turned out much more accurate.

When Gangle saw what she looked like, her comedy mask came right off and she started bawling. She hadn't seen herself in forever, and just couldn't handle it. She was so, so grateful, though, to have the opportunity to see herself again. But she didn't dare tell anyone; she wasn't sure that you'd want everyone bugging you for a picture.

Zooble

Zooble doesn't strike me as someone who'd want to talk about their past. She seems to me like someone who's very in-the-present (well, as in the present as someone who's been thrown into a digital world can be). You'd have to really be friends with her and encourage him to talk about what they looked like.

Still, when he does, she goes into some detail. You listen like a bat to every word they say. And once you leave, you rush straight to your room to start on the project. It's a bit weird imagining Zooble as a living, breathing person in the past instead of an abstract collection of living shapes, but it's also humbling to be reminded you weren't the only person to really lose your body.

Receiving the completed project, Zooble is pretty calm about it. Something along the lines of "oh, wow, you didn't have to do that" is what they'd say. But she takes it from you anyway and is sure to keep it in a safe and secure spot where Jax won't be able to ruin it. And oh boy, if he does, they will be after him.

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this <3

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

c'mon, we're best friends, aren’t we?

[newts-and-sharks]

Just a moondrop x y/n ramble

To put it simply, you have had a bad day.

It wasn’t one big stressful event that put you down, no, it was a series of inconveniences and irritating interactions that had left a bad taste in your mouth.

You were speed walking across the Pizza Plex before entering the daycare. The animatronic inside was your charge, and tonight was the monthly deep clean. Not of the daycare itself, but for the Daycare Attendant. Moon should be active right now. Maybe this would actually help calm you down.

The daycare lullaby floated through the dark daycare, giving the space a tranquil aura. You listened for the jingle of bells, or the bright red eyes that belonged to Moon. Nothing.

You sighed, knowing what game he was trying to play. Frankly, you weren’t in the mood. You went behind the security desk, kneeling down and rummaging through the drawers, pulling out the rag and cleaning supplies necessary for Moon’s “bath”.

You stand back up and almost have a heart attack.

“MOON-“

You almost curse, but bite your tongue and give the lunar animatronic a withering glare. He chuckles slightly, resting the bottom of his face plate in his hands as he leans over the counter.

“Yeeeeees, Starlight?”

You roll your eyes and walk around the desk as he sits on the counter. You stand in front of him, getting the supplies ready.

You fumble the rag by accident.

G r e a t .

You clench your jaw. It was a small thing, a stupid thing to get so upset over. You always fumble or accidentally drop something, you never got that angry over it. However, as stated before, today has not been your day.

You want to just throw the rag on the ground, but you settle for clenching it tightly in your fist. Self restraint. Self restraint was good. Just breathe a bit, it’ll be fine, you’re fine-

“Well, some one is clumsy today” Moon jokes, a small chuckle punctuating his small tease.

You know he’s joking, you know that. Your eyes well up with tears that you desperately try to swallow down. He’s just teasing in his own loving jackass way, he isn’t trying to dig at you. The lump in your throat grows quickly, threatening to spill a sob. He probably saw you were frustrated and was trying to cheer you up, he was joking. It took everything in you to not let the dam break, you won’t cry, you’re not going to, your fine, it was just a silly mistake, he doesn’t know you’ve had a rough day, don’t cry, you can’t cry in front of him, stop being immature, don’t make your bad day his problem-

Moon gently tilts you chin up, bringing you face to faceplate. His head tilts to the left slightly, his eyes scanning your watery red eyes, scrunched up nose, and trembling lip. You grab his wrist, trying to pry his hand off your face, to stop him from seeing your face.

“Moon- Moon, I’m fine-“

“Starlight, are you ok?”

The question made you pause. We’re you ok? Of course you were ok. You weren’t bleeding, that meant you were fine. So why were tears steadily streaming down your face?

Moon hummed, placing a hand gently on each side of your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs. Unfortunately, this just made you cry more as your breathe hiccuped with restrained sobs. You lean into his gentle touches, trying to reign in your emotions and stop these stupid tears from coming out of your eyes.

Moon gently pulled you into a hug, rubbing circles and comforting shapes into your back as you clung to his metal torso. You shook with silent sobs, still choking back those salty tears as to not embarrass yourself further.

“Bad day, huh?”

You nod shakily, clinging tighter to Moon.

“Want to talk about it?” He hums.

You shake your head.

“That’s fine, it’s ok, you don’t have to. It’s ok if you need to cry.”

You shake your head again as Moon rubs your back, mumbling weakly that it was not, in fact, ok. Before you know it, you were being carried to the Daycare Nap Corner as Moon gently bonked your forehead with his faceplate. Once you realized that you were being carried, you tried wriggling out of his grasp.

“Moon, it’s deep clean night-“

“And I’m not the only one who needs cleaning right now.”

“Wow, I stink that bad, huh?” You try to joke.

“Not on the outside,” he sets you down on the pillows and blankets that littered the floor. He gently taps your forehead.

“In there.”

You look away, not looking forward to the lecture that was bound to come. Just because you didn’t want to talk didn’t mean Moon felt the same way.

Moon sat down and pulled you into his lap. He grabbed a stray blanket and draped it over you, hugging you close once you were snug in the soft fabric. You look up at him questioningly.

“What are you doing?”

He quickly shushes you, pulling your head to his cool metal chest. You could hear the steady ticking and whirring of his internal mechanisms as he resumed tracing shapes on your back from under the blankets.

“You don’t need to talk. I’m here for you. Again, it’s ok to cry.” He lightly scratches your scalp as you leaned into him. You can’t remember the last time you were held like this, let alone talked to like this. Like you didn’t have to force out your emotions for someone else. Like you were cared enough about to just go through something and have someone there for you.

“But- I shouldn’t be crying!” You sob, voicing choking once more. “I’m fine, I get days like this sometimes, I just need to calm down- I’m fine, I’m fine, I promise Moon-“

“It’s ok to not be fine, Starlight. Nobody expects you to be happy everyday, nobody will judge you for crying. Least of all, me.”

God dammit.

Tears flowed more willingly as your body shook with sobs. You don’t know why you are crying. But you were tired. Tired of trying to keep a level head, tired of trying to keep your emotions mellowed out, and most of all tired of lying through your teeth about how you were feeling.

You cried in Moon’s lap for a while. It felt so good to just cry and not have to talk about it, to have someone that you could trust to be vulnerable around. You stayed like that for what felt like hours before you steadily calmed down. Metal fingers slowly massaging your back and scalp as you steadied your breathing.

Eventually, you could feel yourself slowly drifting off to unconsciousness, your eyelids feeling heavy as your head pounded with a cry-headache. Moon once again gently bonked his faceplate into your forehead, leaning further back against the wall and positioning himself so that you could sleep comfortably.

“Hey, Moon?”

“Yes, Starlight?”

You tilt your head up and grab his faceplate, pulling him down and placing a kiss on his cheek, earning yourself a lot of internal fan activation. You chuckle lightly, stroking his cheek with your thumb as he melted into your hand.

“Thanks. For everything.”

He places a hand over your hand on his cheek, leaning further into it and gazing sweetly at you.

“Anytime, Darling.”

You yawn, snuggling closer to Moon. As you gently fell asleep, you could only think one thought.

Today wasn’t so bad.

[applejongho]

living with grief over someone that is still fucking alive is so wild

[cherubdulce]

this is how I sound when I watch the new ep of dc all stars and trevor is nowhere to be seen because he’s still in jail

[spamsandsuch]

i figured out how to edit audio in capcut

[rexxboiiheretodie]

madly in love (emphasis on mad) F/O and love starved S/I!

I don’t think I did this right- but Ol well

Tbh this starts off a bit dark but gets pretty sappy by the end lol

Cw: kidnapping, vaguely implied stalking, vaguely implied manipulation, lying, restraints and a shit ton of sappy tears. Also a hug and comforting

Blurb under cut! Wc: 484

F/O loves S/I so much. They were sure S/I could love them too… it just might take them a bit longer to get there. F/O had a plan, all they had to do was make up some lame excuse to get S/I in their house. They were so nice and kind, if someone needed help they wouldn’t say no.

S/I woke up and very quickly noticed that something was off. For one, they were tied to a chair. Which by all means was not ideal.

“Hey S/I…” F/O was standing awkwardly  

“What’s going on F/O?”

“Um well.. I love you a lot S/I. I couldn’t risk you not loving me back and leaving me so I took the measures needed to make sure you can’t. Doll please-”

“You love me.. me?”

“Yes of course doll.”

“I.. someone loves me… this isn’t a prank right? You're being serious? Right? Please say it true.”

F/O’s eyes widened as S/I eyes started watering, they got down in front of S/I, kneeling by the chair.

“Hey now doll, don’t cry. I’m sorry for lying to get you here but I’ll never lie to you again. I love you so so much, S/I.”

S/I was full blown balling now, they were loved. Someone actually loved them. They were Truly loved, when was the last time S/I felt that?

“Oh god… this was a mistake I’m so sorry S/I” F/O, still kneeling by S/I, unties them. Though they were not expecting the way S/I grabbed Their shirt.

“No! No you can’t say All that and take it back F/O.. please…”

“Calm down doll, I meant what I said but I shouldn’t have brought you here…”

S/I, using their leverage on F/O shirt, pulls the upper body of F/O between their legs. S/I arms wrap around F/O, holding tightly while sobbing in their chest.

“Hey, hey shhhh, it’s alright S/I breathe with me ok?”

F/O take a deep breath before slowly exhaling, repeating a few times before S/I finally started to cry softly and actually breathe.

Cradling S/I face in their hands, F/O used their thumb to wipe away any remaining tears. Their eyes locked, S/I red and puffy, F/O guilty and concerned. S/I leans up, placing a light kiss on F/O’s cheek.

“You love me.. I love you too F/O.”

F/O eyes widen again. F/O and S/I had their arms around each other, no longer for the need to be grounded. They held on tight, each refusing to let the other go, because for once the person in front of them didn’t want to bring them pain. They were loved, by each other.

“Then we can be together forever my sweet doll.”

[selfshippingquotes]

S/I: The child is crying!

S/I, awkwardly hugging Child F/O: Don't cry, child. What's wrong, child?

[aquaticsoul]

sielu and D2

he's having a horrible day but trying to be quiet about it. he misses his sister and his orange, and he also has a horrific headache. i may or may not turn this into a full drawing later, depending on if my computer decides it wants to allow it.

i did this while i was at work using an eraser that made more marks than it erased, but it was lovely practice! sorry it took like 98 business months.

[moonglowmuses]

"do you know what you were like as a boyfriend? in the beginning?" hell, even in the middle. "you were so..." amanda drawled out, trying to think about the best descriptor to fit the man she'd loved. "attentive. compassionate. gentle." amanda felt the tears rush into her eyes, as she took a moment of silence to compose herself. "i miss you, john. more than you know." she would have given her life for him. she still would have done that. "i just hope that you're happier now. i don't know what you've got going on, but... i hope that you find all of the things that YOU ARE SEARCHING FOR."

@lcvenderhcze

[devilsmenu]

@hiddenstarters​​ 

Jamie still could see her house in fire and losing the control because of her powers that she still didn’t know how to control it, Brenner told her he could help her but no, she still could remember where she was so overexert from her practice that she almost died along with all the other doctors there. And then, when everything went down Brenner told her that her sister left her, the fantasies made by Eight. She could feel her breath become hectic and her eyes water with tears while thinking about it. The Asylum... They knew they were monsters but she would be one as well? She didn’t even notice the trail of flames while she walked, letting her emotions got the best of her. She flinch once someone touched her and she got into a defensive mood but still fragile. “Don’t hurt me, I’m so tired of being hurt”.

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

drew a scene from the fic i’m workin on

[applejongho]

.

[grace-aka-mom]

Grace couldn't believe her eyes as her gaze landed upon Ben. Being here and being human gave her more ability to be expressive. The look of shock soon turns into a look of tearful look of love. Her hands crossed upon her chest as she felt her heart beating so rapidly, so hard that she thought it would escape. "My sweet Ben, is it truly you?" The grief-stricken mother asks as she hesitantly moves closer to him with her hands still over her heart. There was nothing she wanted to do more than to hug him and never let go. Well, nothing besides making him a ten course meal of all of his favorite foods and making sure nothing would ever harm him again. @invistrings

[cowboy-anon]

HEY GUYS, I DID SOMETHING-

CW: Blood-borne illness mention, crying, infection mention, mer whumpee (let me know if I should tag anything else?)

Blood poisoned mer whumpee! Did an old wound get infected, or is this some blood-borne infection he can’t fight?