#emotionally distant

[angel-on-the-cutting-room-floor]

[otakubimbo]

Hey! Can I request for an angst romance with the very first sentence prompt with Satoru? They break up but Satoru refuses to believe that it actually happened and that it was only a joke. Like, he is in denial about it.

Hi anon! You're my first official request so thank you! I hope I did this prompt justice for you. My heart hurts.

angsty romance prompt. "tell me it was a lie, tell me you're playing with me right now "

Warnings: None really, just angst and no happy ending, which yes is so unlike me but we ball! I didn't proof read cause it made me sad writing it.

“Tell me it was a lie. Tell me you’re playing with me right now!” Satoru’s voice was at a higher level than it should being at this café. The people around pretending not to be easy dropping on the conversation that you and the man across form you were having.

“Lower your voice, people are staring.” The hushed tone of your voice, attempting to not betray the facade you were putting on.  This wasn’t easy for you, breaking up with Satoru Gojo, if anything you were breaking your own heart.

“How do you expect me to react when my girlfriend brought me out to lunch to break up with me?!” His tone is harsh, in a way you have never heard before. You flinch at his abrasiveness, making him shrink back into his chair.

Satoru’s anger and disbelief confuse you. It was as if everyone saw the signs of this impending breakup but him. The relationship had been going downhill for some time now, how could he not see that? How could he not see what he was doing? How couldn’t he see what it was doing to you?

After a year and a half of dating, you told him, you told him you loved him and you meant it with every fiber of your soul. It had been six more months since then and he never said it back. You were understanding at first when he didn’t say it back, albeit hurt a little but you knew at least a little of his past and what he has gone through. You could understand that it may be hard for him to tell you he loved you, you knew he loved you because of the way he cared for you and that was enough.

Well, you thought it was enough. After your confession, Satoru didn’t immediately become distant, but it started with small things. He stopped texting you good morning and would only say good night. The small touches, the holding hands, and the comforting hugs became few and far between. Any time you brought it up, he would play it off like nothing was wrong, everything was fine. Then it became as if the two of you were barely even friends, it seemed he was always busy as if he never had time for you anymore. And it hurt, it hurt like hell and even then you kept pushing it off just hoping he would tell you what was going on behind those piercing blue eyes of his but he never did.

That’s what lead to today, the day of your 2 year anniversary. Truthfully, you hadn’t even planned on breaking up with him today but when you sat across from him in the same café that you had your first date at, his eyes never met yours. He didn’t hold your hand across the table, he didn’t kiss your forehead on his arrival, he wasn’t your Satoru.

You could feel the tears threatening to spill as you looked up at him, “Do you know what today is? Or why I asked you here”

His jaw tightened, “It’s Tuesday and I don’t know maybe because I’m your boyfriend and we go to this café a lot.”

Is this all a joke to you? Was he just a joke to you? He knows he hasn’t been the best boyfriend lately and that he’s been a bit distant but that wouldn’t make you break up with him. Would it? You were too kind, too patient, too pure for that, right?

“This is the café that we went to on our first date, two years ago.” You aren’t even facing him anymore when you say that, just reminiscing on a time when it felt as if you were just two kids in love. Satoru froze, not even realizing that he had forgotten. He had been trying so hard to keep you at an arm’s length after your confession that he had seemed to just push you away.  He didn’t even say anything as you turned to him, tears threatening to spill down your beautiful face at any single moment. What had he done?

“Do you even love me, Satoru?”

The question hung in the air, making his mouth go dry. He did, he loved you more than he should and that was the problem. His love for you scared him, you scared him. You didn’t know the power that you held over him; you made him weak. You were his weakness. But he was the strongest, he couldn’t afford a weakness, but he wasn’t strong enough to let you go either. Now here he was, unable to speak the words that have been written into his heart from the moment he saw you.

With a sad smile, you take his silence as your answer gathering your things and leaving you there. His heart shattered as he watched you leave out of the door, fading from his vision. Satoru’s worst fear came true, the strongest was defeated, the strongest was broken by you and it was all his own fault.

[the-little-moment]

Angtspril Day 16: That Small, Bright Light

Alt Prompt: Emotionally Distant

Words: 686

Summary: Emerie understands Omega more than her sister knows.

Dr. Emerie Karr stood outside the door of her sister’s quarters, looked down at the doll in her hands, and sighed. She'd spent the day thinking about the little thing, lovingly woven from some kind of dried grass, perhaps from the kennels where Omega fed the animals each day. It rustled softly when she lifted its small, delicately-made arm.

Personal possessions weren’t permitted, of course. The girl had known that, had tried to keep the toy hidden. A small part of the doctor was impressed that she’d managed to succeed for so long, but when Emerie had taken it away, she’d thought it was for the best, despite her sister’s heartbreaking pleas. The sooner Omega got used to her new life, the better.

It had been hard for Emerie too, being taken from the only life she’d known to become Dr. Hemlock’s assistant. She had been the first attempt by the Kaminoans to create a force sensitive, female clone, or at least one with the ability to replicate that sensitivity in others. The male clones had proven to be useless for such a cause, and, in the end, so had Emerie. So she had been given up, discarded in favor of a new attempt, and because she was not created to be a soldier, she had had no purpose, at least until her life here on Tantiss. 

After the war had ended, many more clones had been sent to protect the facility here. It had felt strange, something she hadn’t realized she’d missed, to be suddenly surrounded by more brothers than she had seen in years, to hear their familiar voices every day. Commander Scorch, the doctor’s head of security, was the one she saw most often. If she was Hemlock’s right hand, Scorch was his left. Emerie thought she should feel something, a sense of camaraderie towards the commando, after all, he was her brother, but if she was reserved, he was only moreso. She and the troopers stationed here on Tantiss, they were nothing more than coworkers, more loyal to Hemlock and the Empire than each other. Sometimes she felt the faintest ache when they went back to their barracks together and she returned to her private quarters, alone. But Emerie knew she wasn’t like them, not a soldier, a scientist. Dr. Hemlock had given her a purpose when she’d had none. That was why he deserved her loyalty. 

Then Omega had come. The girl hadn’t even recognized Emerie as another clone, but why would she? All the time that Omega had spent on Kamino with Nala Se, Emerie had been here, learning to become a scientist. 

Mistress Se and the other geneticists had learned a great deal from their failure with Emerie, the main point being that the result they desired could not come from a clone whose DNA had been modified for accelerated aging. And so, Omega was as pure a genetic replication of Fett as could be produced, except, of course, that she was female. And blonde. Emerie turned the doll in her hands again, smiling faintly at the memory of that little surprise. She had wondered if the girl’s hair would have darkened with age, but when Emerie had seen her again, after all those years, Omega was just as fair as ever. It seemed right, in a way, a deviance that matched the brightness of her sister’s heart. 

Emerie had watched that light fade as the months passed, but she knew it still smoldered dangerously inside. This doll was a clear sign of that. If only she could convince Omega, for her own good, that this was the best place for her. That she could learn to be content here, like Emerie had. Omega simply needed time. Emerie could give her that, at least, and, perhaps, one other thing. 

When she finally opened the door and Omega refused to speak to her, Emerie understood. She set the doll on the step with a last, lingering look at the miserable shape on the bed. Be careful, little sister, she thought as she turned to leave. We're going to be okay.

Day 16 is in the books! Check out @kybercrystals94 and @just-here-with-my-thoughts blogs for the rest of the installments in our month of Bad Batch angst!

[collector-of-grief]

I lived through the grief of loving you today;

to hold you and whisper, "Everything will be ok.".

Knowing these words and actions mean nothing to you.

Knowing you're not consoled by these make-belief thoughts.

I resign myself to losing these precious moments with you.

Perhaps never having had them, makes it a little easier somehow.

You're a monolith of loneliness I stand beside. Alone.

The emptiness your distance leaves, becomes the third in our love.

I mentally reach out my hand towards you, believing in a miracle

Nothing.

I face the loss of your soul, the loss in which I love you

I love you

I love you alone

I love you without you.

[iamtheyme]

I grew up hearing my dad make this odd hrrmm noise, it was reserved for things that he felt were incorrect but didn't really have time or the energy to correct you on.

Now, when I talk to my older brother he makes the same noise, I hear my father coming out of my phone, the next minute it's my brothers voice and he's telling me he thinks my project will be okay.

There is an emotional whiplash to living with an emotionally distant parent. I hear disapproval in my father's voice, then patiently my brother tells me everything is okay. It's the same person. My father is miles away, his disapproval is somehow right next to me and no where to be found.

[grungasgirlexistence]

I don’t feel happy but I don’t feel sad. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? Am i supposed to feel like I’m on the verge of any emotion but not quite there? I guess I have to take them so I don’t really have a choice how it feels.

[smak-annihilation]

me to myself today during psychology class:

*they show us two near identical photos with a slight difference

ok so I have to choose between these two pictures and pick which I find more attractive, they are very similar but there is just something off about the one on the right, the left one is kinda hot so left

teacher: ok so I see most people chose right and there is aa reason for that. If you look closely you can see that the pupils of the one on the right are dialeted which is how people tend to look when they are with someone they love. The one on the left has a more distant, colder gaze so almost none of you picked it.

oh god is there something wrong with me? i was legit repulsed by the one that showed love. The detached one attracted me. OH GOD do i have a thing for people who don't like me??

*15 minutes later

ha! those lines look like loss comic lmao

[myownprivate]

Gai Barone - An Emotionally Distant Guy (Zerothree Exclusive)

[fkevin073]

Coriolanus Snow & Lucy Gray Baird + Space in THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

[unboundprompts]

Describing emotionally distant parents? (For my book hehe)

Different Ways to Describe Emotionally Distant Parents

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

It was like they watched her grow up through a foggy window. Some days, they would wipe away the fog with a dirty rag or their hand and they would see each other clearly. Their eyes would meet. Maybe they would even smile and ask how her day was. Other days, the window was so fogged that she forgot they were even there on the other side.

He wasn't sure if he even considered them parents anymore. They were just adults that he lived with.

She didn't know why she even bothered. There was still a longing in her chest that yearned for attention or even an ounce of affection from them. It seemed like her heart would never give up when her mind had lost hope so long ago. Part of her knew they would never really care, but she held onto that hope like a lifeline.

He often wondered if they loved him. Because parents will always say that they do, but he swore he could see a different truth in their eyes. Parents lie to their kids all the time-- Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny-- so why would this be any different?

It physically pained her to not scream out, 'Why don't you love me?!' but she knew that she never would. She was afraid to hear the answer. What could they possibly say to make everything okay? Maybe they wouldn't try. She didn't want to hear the truth.

He couldn't remember the last time they celebrated his birthday. Probably when he was young, when his parents still loved each other and they still loved him.

She told herself everyday that they were just busy. That's why they didn't spend time with her. They had very important things to do. More important things than her.

They smiled. They told her they loved her. They hugged her. But it all felt like an act. As if they believed it was just something they were meant to do and they didn't have to mean it.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hi!! howdy!! hello!! i have a question about the lights out au !! :D How did Poppy, Frank and Wally react to Howdy waking up? How did HE react to waking up?? sorry if this was already asked hhaha

lots of emotions! i will portray Two

[specshroom]

I want to smother him.

I want to be clingy and overbearing with him but only in private, like the personal solitude of his room.

I want to cling to him as he lays in bed, trying to do something else like read or play a game.

I want to mold myself into his side, kissing his neck, stroking his chest, rubbing my legs against his.

I want to distract him with my affection. I want him to become flustered at the stark contrast between public and private affection and how he's the only one who knows there is a difference in the first place.

When I tease him about being flustered and he tries to push me away with his hand out of embarrassment, I want to grab it and kiss his fingers all the way down his arm.

I want him to give in despite being embarrassed. I want to kiss all over his face as he huffs in defeat after the rather pathetic attempt at a struggle.

I want to mumble a little "I love you s'much" into his warm cheek as the skin heats up even more at the confession and my lips on his skin.

I want him to have an internal struggle, trying to man up and say it back. Only to weakly mumble out, "Whatever." as he places his hand over his bright red face.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

come along with me / and the ______ and bees!

[bruhstation]

Will we ever see any designes or concept art for Spencer's siblings? Besides his younger brother mallard?

How many siblings does Spencer have?

What do you think Spencer looked like when he was younger?

spencer has 8 siblings, with him being the third oldest. in order from oldest to youngest is nigel (named after the gresleys’ very distant relative), golden shuttle, spencer, mallard, bittern, gadwall, osprey, dominion of canada, and peregrine. most of these aren’t their real names in casa tidmouth but I put them here anyways so you know which lner a4 they’re “based off”

at the moment, I don’t have sketches of them because I need to think about their designs (dominion of canada looks oddly similar to mallard, and I need to give at least one of them a full beard AND HAVE ANOTHER NATURAL BLONDIE), but I do have a plan to show them alongside gordon’s late siblings and their updated designs.

speaking of younger spencer though, I managed to finish this mini lineup of the three most recurring gresleys in their smallest states.

younger spencer enjoyed pulling younger gordon into his stupid ideas like climbing trees or stealing a flower pot from the neighbor’s yard because he’s easily convinced and spencer promised to give gordon 50 pounds if he does it. in reality spencer just wanted to see gordon get grounded for once. spencer would also try to pin the blame on gordon when they get caught but nobody would believe him. then he’ll get a flick to the forehead by younger scott. such is the suite life of the gresleys when things were more peaceful

[13eyond13]

The real "mom friend" in Death Note is actually Light Yagami, unfortunately for the world

[jacarandaaaas]

I try not to think too much about the fact alma is so emotionally distant from everyone that the last time mirabel was hugged was before her ceremony

which just makes almas affection in dos oruguitas even more profound because we see how rarely she does show physical affection to her family!