#bad with feelings rip

[vvoidsmm]

why not?

Just Gabe overthinking again + feelings are overrated why do people have them

Gabe lay in bed, letting out a restless sigh as he stared at the ceiling. He had been at it for almost an hour, almost like he was hoping it would somehow give him an answer to the question weighing on his mind. But at the same time, he'd prefer it if it didn't. He should be sleeping right now, to rest because he has work in the morning, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Or, rather, on someone else.

Jason.

That man was probably somewhere in Gotham at this hour, maybe knee-deep in trouble. That was his way. Gabe frowned a bit as he sighed once more while tugging up his blanket. His fingers itching to grab his phone, to speak to Jason, to talk and just pour his dilemma over the man. But he didn't.

Because why should he? Why bother? It was infuriating how much space Jason occupied in Gabe's mind. His stupid, sharp wit and his stupid rough-around-the-edges charm had Gabe in a chokehold. He ran his hand through his hair while the same question bothered him over and over again.

Why not? It was a simple question, one that crept into his thoughts more often than he'd like to admit. Why not just—go for it...? Say something— do something. To put an end to his feelings that he always overcomplicates and put a stop to... whatever this was. Whatever they were, and be done with it.

He wasn't delusional (no matter how many times he tried to convince himself that he was). He saw the way Jason looked at him sometimes, the way his guard would slip just for a moment— long enough for Gabe to notice what was underneath the walls and armor he put up, to see something softer than what Jason pretended that there wasn't. The late-night stakeouts, banter that skirted too close to something real, stolen moments of camaraderie that Gabe held onto for longer than he should.

Why not? Those words felt too big for him, too real. The truth was simple; Jason scared him. Not in the ways that criminals feared him— Gabe wasn't afraid of the violence; he grew up experiencing life's shit to be afraid of danger. It's how Jason makes him feel, is what bothers him. The flickering hope, the tug in his chest every time Jason would just as much smile his way.

But they wanted different things. Jason wanted justice— revenge, depending on the night. Gabe wanted... what? Peace? Sure. There's too many lives to save, work to do, and secrets to keep— in what place did love have in all that chaos? Love isn't exactly on his top priorities of to-do lists.

He’d always told himself love was a luxury for simpler lives and quieter hearts. Not his. But then Jason happened. It wasn’t love. Not yet. Not fully. It was something rawer, quieter, an ember that refused to die. It was the what-ifs, It was that thought that gnawed at him in the dead of night.

But that’s all it was—a thought. A whisper in the back of his mind. Because while Gabe prided himself on taking risks, he wasn't a coward... but this? This felt like leaping into the unknown without a parachute.

Why not? The question came up again. Because it wasn't the right time. Because they weren't ready. Because he isn't ready. In truth, Gabe didn't trust himself with something as fragile as this. Not when Jason was already broken in ways Gabe couldn't fix. Not when Gabe himself carried burdens he wasn't ready to share. Love complicated things. It demanded too much, and Gabe wasn't sure he had enough of himself left to give.

His ability could twist anything, obscure perspectives, but it couldn’t hide what he felt from himself. He wanted Jason. Wanted to know what it felt like to stand beside him, not just as allies in this crusade but as something more.

But that want came with questions. What if Jason didn’t want the same? What if their fire burned too bright and left them both in ashes? He wondered if Jason thought about it too. If he ever stared at the skyline and asked himself the same question.

Why not? No answer came. It was just Gabe and his stupid ceiling staring at each other. He wouldn’t go for it—not now, maybe not ever. But no amount of convincing would stop the aching curiosity of what could be. Wondering what it may be like, for once, he let himself fall. But he doesn't. For now, he'll keep a distance, to push the thought away before it could take root. Because love could wait. It was easier this way.

[lizzybeeee]

When you spend 20 years attempting to bring down the child slavery, murdering, human trafficking exploitation ring that stole your childhood, murdered your friends, and killed countless innocents only to have them rebrand as 'Noble Freedom Fighters™' off-screen.

[darkmuffinstudios]

The bad sanses and (some of) their first times seeing the surface! ^^

(I kind I’d headcanon that not only has Killer (as sans) been to the surface quite a few times, but he’s also been traveling with Nightmare for quite a while haha. Nightmare… well, he always was able to see the sky so yeah haha)

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[shweshishweh]

I’ve had these concepts in my drafts for almost a year 💀

[backjustforberena]

I wonder if any of them knew it was all for her.

[verc0pa]

blew up his own domicile i cant believe him

[callonpeevesie]

[boobilby]

He is incapable of making straight children

[fearfulandhungry]

[literallybyronic]

me and the Girlies (gn) about to make some objectively fucking terrible decisions in DATV:

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[heybiji]

[villa-kulla]

oh nothing, just book lawrence and bellini being work husbands who have each other's backs...

....and praying together...

...and supportively sassing each other...

...and being soft ...

...and passing notes during conclave like schoolchildren...

AND WHATEVER IMPROMPTU 'GOODNIGHT SWEET PRINCE' REPRESSED TENDER ROMANCE MOVIE YEARNING BULLSHIT THIS IS

i'm crying, they're married, they're dating, they're confirmed bachelors, they're courting, they're besties, they're flirting, they're in love, they're everything to me, amen

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Call that a Cave Story.

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