#PAAAAIN

[hood-ex]

i know its been days but i can't stop thinking about the miracle desert baby post. its already insane to think about the reaction to the scenario from one of dick's siblings' povs but bruce being (seemingly) updated on the mission (as mr malone to dick's birdwatcher)as it's happening until dick resurfaces WITH A BABY whose existence he somehow managed to omit?? surprise grandbaby unboxing. unreal

Bruce thinks he's a grandad but then Dick hits him with that, "I'm not your boy."

[finalgirlarchiveproject]

gAHHHH. so many feelings about horror & trauma & gender & all the weirdness embedded into the disidentifications experienced with tropes and archetypes. idk. excerpts from heart.mouth substack essay thingy?

[whitemagewithcoco]

Oh SHIT...

[smolbonbon]

Urgh, I hate when hormones go crazy as if there's a tornado of emotion swirling up in me.

[themosthatedbeingg]

( a response to the M!A with Sam )

   Michael has had his fair share of nightmares. Who hasn’t? Archangels might not need sleep as much as regular humans, sinners or angels, but they still need to sleep. He tends to push the limits of it, not wanting to experience the things he does when he shuts his eyes. The scene in front of him is like something plucked right from the worst of his heavy nights where the things he’s done and remembers wants to eat him alive. 

   Out of everything that could ever be forced upon him, the haunting image of his own twin as he was trapped in the realm of eternal damnation was certainly something that has kept him awake for ages. In the first few days after throwing Lucifer–no Samuel–from Heaven, this was what he imagined it was like. His twin, broken and disheveled, recovering from what Michael did, lost in the burning ring of suffering. There was nothing worse for him to ever imagine, and it was perhaps that image in his mind that first started Michael’s refusal to do anything that reminded him of Samuel. 

   If he shut everything out, nothing could hurt him, right? 

   How naive he was.

   Though his mind attempts to tell him to use any part of his own angelic magic to fix this, it feels as if his heart had petrified him in place. Lucifer–Samuel–his twin–this innocent form of him felt mocking and cruel. He couldn’t breath, he was fairly certain he stopped at the sight of him and every inch of his body had just locked into place. His brother has to be upset, has to be incredibly distressed and panic, terrified. It’s supposed to be his job to fix that, to reassure the more innocent Archangel that everything was fine, that nothing is wrong. But he can’t even get himself to move let alone form the words that Samuel needed to hear. 

   Michael was always the person he turned to when he was scared, the one he leaned on when things were uncertain. As he told Lucifer in the hotel, they were two halves of each other. Each a piece of that star they were born from, complete as one rather than apart. They were supposed to be there for one another. 

   He can’t though. There was nothing right here. Michael should have turned and ran the moment that he saw–whatever this was. What was this? Maybe he was actually dreaming, maybe this was some cruel nightmare. He’s been pushing himself in Hell, trying to study and understand the Hazbin Hotel. The questions burning inside of him. Did he finally collapse and black out? 

   A hand grabs his own and it’s like Michael’s been electrocuted with the volt of the sun. 

   Michael shamefully yanked his hand away from Samuel’s own and took a step back, tucking both of his own behind his back to keep them from being touched again. He knew it was a mistake without even having to look at the expression on his twin’s face. Samuel was always more in touch with others emotions but none more than Michael himself. They used to have just the innate ability and understanding to tell what the other was thinking and feeling just by looking at each other. An ability he knows he no longer has the power to do–like so many other things. 

   He tries desperately to form some sort of sentence. “I’m sorry.” For so many, many things, but for pulling away at the current moment. “Just… don’t touch me.” 

   Would he drag him down again? 

   Falling burning shattering brethe breathe–

   “Let me… find a grimoire.” 

Samual had been elated, and relived when he found Michael or a angel that looked like his twin but older ; that connection was still there for him.

So why… why did he look at him like that . With .. pain and with fear .. why did it hurt so much .. as if a deep unknowable riff was between them.

He had never seen his brother look at him that way before and it terrified him.

Why… why…. Why did it feel familiar ?

“.. w-what did I do?… why are you afraid of me?” A small pain filled voice asked . Stepping back Samuel could feel his eyes water with tears .. he had to get away from here .

He took off away from Michael .

[altocat]

'Nother mild CCR sadseph spoiler

The weight loss line has been changed! And now is even more on the nose. The line is now "Sephiroth, you look thin."

The delivery is pretty flat, as most of the casual background dialogue dubbing is. But yeah. It's not a playful teasing line between friends. It's legitimate.

Sephiroth was unhappy and wasn't eating. 😭

[whiskeyswifty]

the thing about "your sense of belief in the good in the world, you once believed in me" that makes it so devastating to me is how she positions herself in the song as perhaps the antagonist. they're the good one, the honorable one, the golden hearted one. and she clearly reveres their ability to find the good in the world, and in others. in the second verse she's self deprecating and ashamed of her behavior, even if she's not sure how to change it. she feels like an uncontrollable bad person, or at least a harmful one. it exemplifies how so easily we can slip into bad behavior to hide from ourselves and thus slip into mentalities that we're too far gone, and therefore too unlovable. until someone comes along and within them, she sought some sort of validation salvation. if they radiate such goodness and hope, maybe they can find the goodness in her, and they do! their belief in her goodness, despite how taylor feels like there was none to be found, is what she clings to. something to work towards and hitch her sense of self onto. she thinks i must be good if they can see it. i can be good, do better, be better. and so losing them, in a way that seems to be her own fault, is more than just a breakup. it's the fear from before come back tenfold. they don't believe in her goodness anymore because maybe there wasn't any in the end. she was right all along. maybe she is as villainous as she feared she was, despite her best efforts to be good. that monstrous, vindictive, fearful, distrustful, and destructive thing inside of her is inextricable. and grappling with all that, with grieving both a lost lover and the brief hope that one day you'll be able to love yourself, is perhaps why it hits different this time!

[romances-not-tragedies]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Jo Gar, West of Guam: The Complete Cases of Jo Gar Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jo Gar & Juan Arragon Characters: Jo Gar - Character, Juan Arragon Additional Tags: Crimes & Criminals, Grief/Mourning, Loss, Death, Guilt, Rainbow Murders, Rainbow Diamonds, von Loffler Diamonds, exploration of pain and loss, Kind of an introspection, Character Death, Jo Gar needs a hug, even if he thinks he doesn't, poor bby, other dead characters mentioned in the story, no beta we die like every murder victim of every Jo Gar story ever Summary:

"No one, not the steward, nor the captain, nor any soul who'd met him in the ship, would suspect the veil of anguish that cloaked him before stepping on the decks of the ship. It was anguish he had kept under lock and key so he could keep himself focused on his mission.

That didn't mean he wasn't hurting."

On his way home post-"Diamonds of Death", Jo Gar deals with loss and grief caused by the diamond heist that cost him a friend's life--and others.

[rinfae]

If you want me, i am crying over at the corner over my choice drawing the fan and shirt in the same piece.

[invertedtroglodyte]

Not to be dramatic but I still consider Practice makes perfect a crime against me personally. I thought a few weeks would make me see reason but that's clearly not happening.

[mymelodyisme]

Someone come stop the bleeding!!

[the-cheese-man]

Damn. I forgot how bad ear infections hurt. I hate it.

[laser-rot]

i completely forgot how to do css oh my god

[money-and-dandellions]

well I brought the toa tbm and I am going to feel pain

[quarrybee]

i should really stop letting my dog on my bed because she must be shedding right now and i have SO MANY FUCKING HAIR SPLINTERS

[vices-of-a-feral-prince]

I love the colorful ones 🩵