#yan! cupid

[moonieper]

Very very late to the Barbie meme art thing

But-!

here's my version of it~!

Ft.

Yan! Cupid and his Darling ❤️

(sorry took so long @suiana my darling 😔✋)

[idanceuntilidie]

This is Tresna, your cupid.

He is supposed to make someone fall in love with you, but who said it can’t be him?

[sweetheartmotives]

My Yandere oc's Sexualitys!

Micah, The yan Bartender: I see him as bisexual.

If there's a hole, there's a goal.

Yandere Arctic Fox Hybrid: gay gay homosexual Man Fucker. He loves men so much (just like me)

Yandere Otter Hybrid: Maybe pansexual? He likes whatever human takes care of him, no matter the gender :)

Yandere Stalker: Homosexual fr He loves men, ladies are too classic for stalking, so he goes for men

Clumsy Yandere: Bisexual or Pansexual. He likes whatever

Yandere vampire: Bisexual leaning heavily towards men. I don't see him liking female gentiles as much as he likes male genitalia :P

Yumako, The yan magical girl: Lesbian! I see her liking girls only, she's spent too long daydreaming about guys. She needs a lady!

Yandere Cafe Host: I actually don't know? Maybe straight??

Harper, The yan Eagle Hybrid: again, pansexual. Whatever he finds pretty and mate worthy, hes taking it! :)

Jaakobah, Evil Yan Cupid: Gay. He's fruity as fuck 💀

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Hello everyone! I said I was going to sleep.. but I've decided to use my insane brain energy I'm having right now to write fics! Don't mind me.. just posting without thought!

I hope you all enjoyed reading, as I enjoyed writing! :D

[fall3ncupid]

if only i could just- (kidnaps them so they don't need anyone else/1!)

[decayingcupid]

laundry | yan!wolfboy x gn!reader | tw: none i think?? some obsessive-ish behaviour, established relationship, reader is smaller than wolf, i still havent picked a name for him LOL

you had never enjoyed doing laundry, but usually you were at least better at keeping up with it.

but it wasn’t your fault that you hadn’t had time lately - even when you weren’t at work, you still had a 6”8 wolf hanging off your arm at all times. and how could you push him away, with the way he pressed his nose against your neck, smiling so wide you could feel his teeth against your skin.

that was beside the point, though, because you had officially run out of clothes to wear.

luckily you had some time to yourself today; with your wolf still at work (despite his constant complaints about how much time it took up, time that could’ve been spent with you) you had plenty of time to run a load of laundry.

but the damage had been done, you realized, opening your closet after a shower to see that you had nothing clean left. you considered just staying in a towel until the laundry was done, before realizing you only had a few minutes until your boyfriend got home, and as nice as the past few weeks had been you weren’t really at the ‘naked surprise’ level of your relationship left.

instead, your tired mind made the decision to just steal wolf’s clothes. not only did most of his clothes looked extremely comfortable, but you could just throw them in with your next load of laundry - he probably wouldn’t mind, you thought, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a worn t-shirt.

a couple minutes later, a very annoyed wolf stomped through the door of your apartment. he was ready to crash onto the couch when he saw you there, practically drowning in his clothes, idly scrolling through your phone with your legs kicked up onto the couch.

“hm? oh, welcome home.”

wolf didn’t respond, staring down at you with his yellow eyes blown wide. right as you were about to say something, he dived down, knocking the wind out of you as he rested his head on your chest.

after being momentarily stunned by his sudden movement, you slowly brought your hand up to run through his hair, wrapping your other arm around his back.

“rough day?”

he didn’t respond immediately, instead just letting out a content sigh, bringing a hand up under your (his) shirt, tracing hearts on your hip with a calloused finger. you were sure he’d be purring if he could.

“not anymore.”

(you didn’t get anymore laundry done that day.)

[lenore-the-yan]

Anyways 💌♥️🦷💌….. what are your thoughts on mutual obsession and utter devotion? (sorry I was uh screaming uh in my pillow like a teen girl who has a crush she writes about in her diary yes that’s oddly specific idc)

💌♥️💌♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️💌💌💌♥️💌♥️🦷💋♥️🦷♥️💋♥️🦷♥︎♥️💋♥︎♥️♥︎🦷♥︎♥️♥️♥︎

My thoughts? I desire and utterly need it. I need mutual obsession and someone willing to spend every moment with me.

Oh? And why were you screaming in your pillow like a teen girl with a crush? Have you written about me, dear angel ?

[bean-in-dice]

Storytime!

Tian Xiwei: The Matchmaker 😌

Once upon a time, there were two boys who were not quite seeing eye to eye. 😠

There came The Top Matchmaker of the whole world, Ms. Cupid Tian Xiwei. 😇

She saw the potential of these two bois and worked really hard to talk to them. 🥺

All the way across the time, to the Song dynasty. 😔

The final result! 🥳

Bonus-

The God of Marriage, Wu Xie of the Conjuring Curse, swears by her abilities! 👨‍🏫

[Except she may take her sweet time (centuries!) and also may pair up with the future couple herself on the way before delivering the result! 🥰]

[lovesick-boyz]

chapter 24 of the webtoon ‘head over heels’… me and changmin fr fr 💯

[acid-ixx]

again &. again masterlist

by the bird and the bee

ft. platonic soft! yandere batfam! x gn! neglected reader

— TRIGGER WARNINGS !

- emotional neglect, allusions to sexual assault, prostitution & physical abuse, kidnapping, alcohol abuse, drugging, themes of depression, dissociation, vague traumatic events, mentions of murder, other warnings would be added soon.

— CHAPTERS ! ; 23k+ words

00. — oh, please leave me be.

01. — because you only notice me once i'm out the door.

02. — and you don't even remember my face?

03. — i need a drink

— DRABBLES ! ; #series: again &. again

dick grayson calling you his baby bird

why now? (yan! damian wayne)

brutus (villain au concept)

brutus: out for blood

what if you were never neglected?

just a taste (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

laughter is the best medicine (yan! dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne)

— ASKS ! ; #series: again &. again

dick's spiral into yandere-ism

leaving gotham, resenting alfred, changing last names

your mysterious identity &. conner being your love interest

dick seeing you as a child & damian's need to be your favorite

damian and his cool, matching bracelets

does dick close the door on you? nah, he doesn't even know you were behind the door

wally west as your love interest

you care now?

conner as your angry, protective bf

jason trying his damn best to be a brother to you

calling bruce by his last name only

calling alfred your dad ft. jealous bruce

how are damian and jason obsessed towards you

their nicknames for you

how bruce and damian would try to bond with you

will you still go to college after being kidnapped?

— INCORRECT QUOTES ! ; #a&a: incorrect quotes

yan! villains kidnapping you

hostage situation

— FANART ! ; #a&a: fanart

happy birthday by @luffyadolover

diary by @luffyadolover

another reason they're broke &. finished art by @oh-nowo-i-got-uwu

a take on the reader's appearance by @luffyadolover

reader trying to study ft. the batfam's endless calls &. finished art by @ghostdoodlen

reader finding bruce and damian watching a movie by @luffyadolover

again &. again mv by @luffyadolover

reader and their playlist by @luffyadolover

a comic panel by @lucioleestolie

conner and reader flying through the skies by @ghostdoodlen

when all of a sudden, i hear this agitating noise by @punpunsonny

— TAGLIST ! ; comment if u wish to be added!

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[heartfullofleeches]

Harpy Reader who confuses Amyas [Yan Cupid] as one of their own- With his fluffy hair and wings he must be. A hybrid with a human or some other creature, perhaps? It doesn't matter either way- It's been so long since Reader has seen another of their kind they'll take whatever they can get. Amyas is such a fragile thing, though. He's bound to get himself lost or daresay injured if Reader let's him out of their sight.

Amyas is more than happy with that arrangement. Cupid boy is living his best life swaddled in the safety of Reader's wings. Big, cuddly bird person picks him of all beings to smother with affection? - it's a dream come true. Amyas will do his best to keep Reader safe as well. He may not be anywhere near their size, but his arrows aren't just for helping humans find their truth love. Reader scarcely interacts with humans, but that doesn't stop them from trespassing on the harpy's land.

-

Harpy Reader: Do not worry, little one. You're safe here with me

Amyas: H-huh?! J-Just a minute!

[Frantically shoves a bloody arrow into his bag]

Amyas, hiding his face in Reader's chest feathers: Oh, bless you! I was so afraid! All those scary humans roaming about- At least I have you to keep me safe~

[mediumgayitalian]

Nico wakes up with a mouthful of hair.

“Are you serious.”

He sticks out his tongue, trying to get it out of his mouth without spitting on it, giving up after about four point three seconds of trying. He wriggles his arm out from where it’s pinned between his body and Will’s, flicking the last few strands off his tongue. For good measure, he kicks the first thing he can reach — his boyfriend’s thighs, go figure — in protest.

“Please, no,” Will mumbles tiredly, batting blindly under the cover until he slaps on big hand over Nico’s ankle, squeezing. “Please. I got in at three thirty last night. It’s barely seven. Please.”

Nico sighs, relaxing his muscles. Will presses a brief kiss to his shoulder in gratitude, face buried in his chest, sinking boneless into him.

“The whole knowing the time without a clock thing will never stop being weird,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to a freckled forehead. He rubs his hands over Will’s bare shoulders, digging his thumbs along the knotted muscles, and smiles as he groans, trying in vain to plaster somehow closer to Nico, practically melting into him. “Gracie keep you up all night?”

He shifts as he nods. “Harley, too. Poor things just want someone to hold their hair outta their face and rub their back, they’re so miserable.”

Nico hums in sympathy. It’s flu season — hitting the little kids, mostly. Will has been on his feet for days trying to mitigate symptoms, soothe aching bones and sore throats. There’s not too much he can do for the flu, but the kids are miserable and they trust him, so his presence is more of a cure and a comfort than anything.

“Kayla there now?”

“Austin and Lou. Kayla’s on after lunch; Piper’s with her.”

“Good.” He squeezes his shoulders again, leaning down to press a long, lingering kiss right between his eyes. He leans into it, sighing. “Sleep for a bit, okay? I’ll come check on you, but I don’t want you up before 2.”

“‘Kay,” Will sighs, unconscious again by the time Nico’s wiggled out of his hold. For a moment he stands, watching him: his bare, broad back, spattered with dark freckles and moles, dipping at the base of his spine and covered barely by the soft, white sheets; arms curled up all the way around his face in Nico’s absence, bicep squeezing his cheek, pursing his delicate Cupid’s bow; long, light eyelashes fanning over round cheeks; even, steady breathing, in and out, in and out.

Golden hair, of course, frizzy and messy and poofing out around his head; haloed in the early morning sun.

He’s barely able to tear himself away to go shower.

———

“They’re everywhere,” says Kayla in disgust, peeling a long, curly strand off her shirt. “I haven’t been in the same room as him in two days. This is a brand-new shirt. How am I still somehow covered in his hair?”

“He’s like a dog,” Austin explains. Nico snorts. “He sheds, and at first it’s subtle, here and there, you get used to it. The suddenly two years go by and people are complimenting the fur coat that was not fur before you bought it.”

Gracie sticks out her bottom lip, eyes watering. “Will is not a dog, he’s a boy!”

Austin groans, muttering something about favourites and annoying older brothers and where was this energy when I ate the last secret cabin twinkie and was accused of being a ratbag, huh, Gracie, where was my defense squad and annoying older brothers again. Gracie is unmoved by his whining, glaring at him with big green eyes — ever her oldest brother’s defender.

Nico hides a smile in his hand. No wonder, with how Will dotes on her. On all his siblings, really, but only Yan and Gracie are young enough that it doesn’t embarrass them.

Kayla and Austin, on the other hand. (At this point, Will enjoys embarrassing them in front of their friends as much as the actual doting.)

Kayla, weak to her sister’s pouting, pokes her playfully in the side. “I’m only teasing, Gracie-girl. Of course Will isn’t a dog.”

“Except the shedding, and the constant yapping, and the fact that if you don’t let him loose to run around for a while he goes batty, and of course the following Nico around like a lovesick pup—”

“Thank you, Austin,” Nico interrupts, clearing his throat. He sends a quick prayer of thanks to his father for hair genetics covering his flaming ears.

Austin snickers. “Anytime.”

After three years it’s futile, but sometimes Nico really considers rescinding his doctor’s note. Is sitting here during meals really worth his peace? Is it?

“He really does shed, though,” Kayla says after a moment of silence. She pinched yet another hair off her shirt, sighing. “Like, not to agree with Austin or anything —”

“Hey!”

“— but, like, damn. If he’s been there, you know it.”

Nico snorts. “Tell me about it. I keep finding hair on my pillows, it’s driving me insane.”

It does drive him insane. He finds it in the shower — although to his credit Will really does try to get them all there — and in his hairbrush, on his clothes, his sheets, his mattress. The floor. Once, notably, on the shrine in his cabin, after which Will had panicked and sprinted to the pavilion to scrape an entire pot roast and pray not to get smited, leaving Nico to laugh himself to tears at the base of it.

Too late, he notices the total silence at the Apollo table, the wide eyes boring holes into his head, the loose, dropped jaws.

“What?” he says, shoulders curled defensively.

As soon as the word leaves his mouth, realization dawns on him. He chokes on a grape.

“You two didn’t tell us?” Austin demands. “How long has this —” he gestures vaguely at Nico and at the infirmary, which, he assumes, is meant to represent Will — “been going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he wheezes. With his rapidly asphyxiating brain, he attempts to summon his boyfriend, still conked out, via sheer force of will. GET THE HELL UP AND COME RUN DAMAGE CONTROL, he screams silently.

Predictably, this does nothing.

Kayla shrieks. “Oh my gods, look at his face! They’ve been doing this forever!”

Nico bangs his hands on the table, trying at once to convey his protest and also hi, hello, children of the god of medicine, I am choking to death, fix please. Neither signal gets picked up, inhabitants of the table erupting an a screeching series of questions so loud that other campers notice, understand, and approach, equally as screechy.

“Will and Nico are together?”

“Holy shit! Since when?”

“I thought they’d never get out of the pining stage!”

“Don’t they hate each other?”

“Bro, are you stupid? Do you not know what bad flirting is?”

“Hey, is di Angelo turning purple, or is that just me?”

Throwing himself into the nearest shadow, Nico disappears.

———

“Get up, get up, I fucked up, I fucked up!”

Will shoots straight upright with a gasp, force of his own body sending him careening right over the side of the bed. He goes down in a tangled heap of cursing and yelping and ow, fuck, shit-damns.

“What happened?” he demands as soon as he’s free from his fabric prison. He rushes (stumbles) over to wear Nico is still wheezing, hands braced on his knees, for dizziness now as much as to catch his breath. “Neeks, woah, slow down for a sec. Deep breaths with me.”

He tries to follow along to Will’s exaggerated breathing, steady, long inhales and exhales. A calloused hand touches the curve of his neck, warmth blooming under it, and suddenly his airways are cleared.

“Thanks,” he manages hoarsely, breathing back somewhat under control.

Will squeezes his hand. “No problem.”

There are several pillow creases criss-crossing on his cheeks, making him look soft and sleepy, although his eyes are alert, crinkled in poorly-concealed amusement. His hair is somehow more mussed than when Nico left him this morning.

“What happened?”

“So I. Um.” Nico clears his throat. “Your bother was roasting you for shedding like a dog. I, of course, had to join —”

Will rolls his eyes, mouth twitching. “Of course.”

“— and I mentioned super casually that I get your hair all over my shit, right? And, well — well.”

“Well?” Will prods, when Nico cuts himself off. Chancing a glance, Nico finds he doesn’t look angry, or nervous, or disappointed — and of course he wouldn’t. Not for something as silly as this.

He is gonna laugh, though. Nico hates when he’s righteously clowned.

“Well, I.” He lowers his voice to a mumble. “May have said something about all of your hair that ends up on my pillows.”

For a moment it’s silent. Nico keeps his eyes trained away, although he leans into Will’s touch, his hands in his face, the side of his neck, the warmth thrown off his sleep-addled body.

He’s almost startled by the giggle.

Almost.

“…Oh, you dumbass.”

He tries very hard to look annoyed as Will cracks up. He taps his foot, crosses his arms, and tries very, very hard to frown, but Will’s laugh has always been the most musical thing about him, and he loves to serenade. And Nico is very weak to song.

“Stop laughing at me,” he snaps, without heat.

Will’s cheeks puff up from the force of him trying, face going red around the edges.

“I’m trying, Neeks, I am —”

“Not very hard.”

“I am, I am.” Valiantly, he draws in a deep breath, only breaking into giggles twice before managing to hold a somewhat straight face. “Nico,” he says, suddenly very close and very warm, “I love you.” He presses a kiss to his forehead. “And I love sneaking around with you —” the bridge of his nose — “and making out in dark closets —” his cheeks, both, quickly, one after the other — “and behind the Big House —” the base of his jaw — “and in the —”

“I get it,” Nico interrupts, flushing. He can feel the curve of Will’s smile against his skin.

“My cabin, if it’s empty,” Will murmurs, kissing the underside of his jaw, his neck. “Yours.” Slight nip of his teeth. Nico gasps.

“Will,” he whispers. His knees start to shake. “Will, c’mon, we gotta —”

Will presses a kiss square to his Adam’s apple, lingering. “We’re in yours quite a lot. I’ve gotten used to it, honestly, Neeks, I —”

The door bangs open, making both of them yelp. The matching screeches to not help the general air of panic and sitcom level foolishness.

“Oh my gods, you really are porking!”

“Get out, Kayla!” they both yell together.

“Jesus,” Will curses, forehead resting on Nico’s shoulder.

Nico bites his lip. Will shifts, turning to meet his eye.

They last two whole seconds before losing it.

“Three years of sneaking around without so much as a soul finding out,” Nico huffs as Will snickers. “Three whole years.”

Will pecks him loudly and exaggeratedly on the cheek. “And endless more in the open.”

“You’re such a goddamn cheeseball.”

“And yet you’re in deep, deep love with me.”

“…I am.” He cradles his face, pressing a kiss, finally, to his lips. Will presses back, smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[idanceuntilidie]

Tresna probably making fun of other couples that he makes because they aren’t as strong as his lmao

Of course!!

Look at these pathetic worms, they can't even compare to his relationship with you, his little dove.

His love could kill.

Heck yall have been together for way longer than these losers and okay MAYBE you don't know that and MAYBE you aren't really aware of his existence but it's true love!!!

[iwashieonhiatus]

My Tokyo Revengers Headcanons | pt.VII

✯ Shinichiro marked the height of Mikey, Baji, and Emma in a corner of the dojo, and always comes back to see how much they've grown.

✯ Pah-chin was the first to realize that Peh-yan liked Yasuda, he and the Mit were the cupids.

✯ Mitsuya is not active on social media, he has two photos on Instagram - one of his sisters and the other of a Toman meeting. Yamaguchi is chronically online and always explains the memes.

✯ Emma has a collection of stuffed animals that Draken gave her.

✯ Mikey waits patiently for Draken and Emma to confess, but while it doesn't happen, he looks at them like 🤭​.

✯ Angry listens to anime openings.

✯ Ran has rhinitis.

✯ Smiley, Baji, Kazutora, Hanma and Wakasa are the neighbors who pass naked in front of the window.

✯ Kazutora still keeps in touch with his mother.

✯ Kazutora has the most random playlist among the boys.

✯ Takuya, Sanzu, Baji, Ran, Mitsuya and Emma talk about hair products.

© iwashie 2024, please do not translate, modify or republish my works.

[fall3ncupid]

the thought of actually receiving handwritten love letters from someone is the cutest thing in the world, like wow you took all that time to write that for me? ^_^

[decayingcupid]

yan!wolfboy x gn!bunnyperson!reader | tw: yandere behaviour, reader is referred to as ‘bunny’ and described as small, nsfw at the end

sharing an apartment with someone you barely knew wasn’t exactly your ideal, but you had to pay rent somehow.

it was a two bedroom apartment anyway, so you honestly didn’t see much of wolf for the first few months of you living together. he was a bit of a loner, you gathered, which was fine with you.

until the dishes started piling up.

now, you wouldn’t consider yourself an overly neat person or anything, but wasn’t it common courtesy to clean up after yourself?

at this point, the most you’d ever talked to wolf was ‘good morning’ and ‘how are you?’ every few days. but if you were going to continue living together you had to set some ground rules.

when wolf came out of his room, yawning, dressed casually in a hoodie and sweatpants, he was not expecting an annoyed bunny standing next to the kitchen counter.

you tried to politely ask him to clean up after himself - you cleaned up your own messes, it was only fair - but he only sighed.

“i’ll do it later.”

“when’s later?” you frowned. “these have been here for days!”

“get off my case.” he snarled, revealing sharp canine teeth that he’d used to scare off other wolves. but even despite his intimidation, you didn’t back down.

jabbing a finger into his chest, you glared back at him. “clean up your messes.”

“or what?”

“or i’ll make you.” was the last thing you said before stomping away, slamming your door for good measure.

looking back on it, you’re not sure why you were so mad about it. maybe it was the stress of your day, maybe you were sleep-deprived, maybe it was the condescending way he’d tried to intimidate you. but it didn’t matter.

after that, the dishes were gone, clean and put away. there was less clutter, too; where there had once been jackets and hoodies on the couch, there was folded blankets. even the fridge and pantry seemed more organized.

unbeknownst to you, that small interaction with wolf had awoken something in him. at over 6 feet tall, with sharp teeth and claws and a deep voice, wolf was used to people letting him do whatever he wanted. to have someone - a little bunny, at that - stand up to him was… new.

now, when he saw you, he couldn’t help the way his eyes widened and his ears fell flat against his head. for the first time in his life, the big bad wolf was acting like a lovesick puppy.

not that he minded.

he probably should’ve been annoyed at the way he melted for someone he barely knew, but he couldn’t be, not when he was busy admiring you, busy trying to hear your voice, busy trying to find any excuse to be around you.

but it wasn’t enough.

it’s not like you avoided him, per se, but you’d known him to be a lone wolf; aside from thanking him for cleaning up (over text - you didn’t see the way his eyes lit up, practically drooling over your praise), you didn’t want to disturb his solitude.

and wolf, despite his normal confidence, was too scared to just ask you to spend time together. so he did the next best thing.

luckily for him, you didn’t even notice when the t-shirt at the bottom of your dirty laundry went missing. which meant he had all the time he wanted to rub his face on it, inhaling as much of your scent as he could, wishing he could hold onto the real thing.

eventually, though, that wasn’t enough either. so he started swiping other things - toothbrushes, jackets, maybe a couch pillow you had napped on recently.

if you noticed these things go missing, you never mentioned it to him. and you never went into his room, so he had no worries about his poorly-hidden pile of your items.

after almost a month of sleeping on your jacket and chewing on your toothbrush (you probably wouldn’t want him to return that one anyway, he figured, what with the teeth marks and drool), wolf struck gold.

he’d been sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. why? well, today was the day you did laundry, and if he was lucky he’d be here when you walked past. maybe you’d even say hi to him, he did love hearing your sweet voice, after all.

but you didn’t say hi. in fact, you were in such a rush that you walked straight past him without a glance.

he didn’t have much time to be upset at that, though, when he noticed what you’d dropped in your rush.

wolf knew it was bad to steal your underwear. but… you dropped it, so surely you wouldn’t miss it too much, right? (even if you did, he wasn’t sure he could give it back, not after the euphoria he’d felt being able to smell and feel something that had been so close to you.)

(if you heard the whimpers coming from his room that night, you were merciful enough to not bring them up. wolf didn’t know how he’d react if you asked - he couldn’t exactly tell you he’d had the best high of his life just from fucking himself with his face in your used underwear.)

but even that wasn’t enough for him for long.

unaware of his inner turmoil, you were more than surprised to see wolf walking up to where you sat on the couch, only to rest his head on your thighs. before you could say anything, he whined pathetically (how could he not, when he was so close to the person he liked - no, what he felt was love, he was sure of it).

“please, bunny.” he whispered, looking up at you with big, wet eyes. “just - just let me lay here a little longer?”

…well, looks like it’s up to you now. ♡

[lenore-the-yan]

I just felt more connected to nature and beings of the forest 🤍🍄 as for not being Cupid that was a way of expressing love and infatuation it was coping sort of, haha

but I finally feel connected and at peace with myself as of currently as a faerie ofc, but ofc you could still refer to me as Cupid I wouldn’t mind <3

A way of expressing love and infatuation.. as a coping mechanism. Was showing those things to me, a coping mechanism?

Interesting.. why the heart?