#i hurted myself

[nobodycaresabt]

[lilaclilyroses]

This could be a reverse Robin au but that’s not my intention. I want Steph to be angry and powerful!!! Im thinking that after Black Mask kills Stephanie Brown she is resurrected by her father who stole a vial of liquid from the Lazarus Pit. Instead of this being an act of love, Author Brown uses this to get her to work with him. He says he forgives her for working with Batman, that it’s even a blessing in disguise because she knows inside information. Stephanie pretends to work with her father for a while while she gets stronger and gains allies. She eventually kills Roman Sionis for revenge and takes his place as the Black Mask. She throws her father back in jail with her new found power and names herself as one of the top crime lords in Gotham city. Stephanie is sick of Batman and his rules, and Tim Drake who originally pushed his superior morals on her. The Batfamily for never really believing in her, who never gave her the tools to succeed. Her father who took advantage of her at every turn and made her life a living hell. Her mom who never thought she was worth getting sober for. This whole damn city for never accepting help. Well Stephanie will never let herself be hurt by anyone again, this time she’s made sure of it.

[functionally-medicated]

I hurted myself making this and I EXTRA hurted myself by using How Did It End?

[honey-dewwrites]

I've had an idea to write a story about Satoru and Suguru meeting up over the years. Like once or twice a year, probably on their respective birthdays, they meet up. Satoru is never the first one to reach out, mostly because he knows that how that would look and also because Suguru contacts him through burner phones.

Satoru gets a text and immediately takes the whole day off, almost completely unheard of from him since he's a workaholic. They get a hotel, and just spend the whole day together. It usually ends up with them making love and then cuddling until they fall asleep.

But when Satoru wakes up, all of the evidence that Suguru was even in the same room as him is gone. All evidence of the night they’d spent together, gone.

And while Satoru tries to understand, he knows rationally that if anyone were to figure out that he and Suguru were still very much in touch and Satoru had failed to do anything about it….

But he couldn’t help the way his heart broke.

It made him feel used, like what they had done was just Suguru satisfying an itch more than a want to actually spend time with him.

So the next time Suguru texts him, and they spend the day together, Satoru is the one who leaves. Then they have a little confrontation and Suguru tries to reach of Satoru only to be met with infinity and the cold indifference from Satoru.

Satoru tells him how’s he’s been feeling, how he feels used, and how he can’t stand the feeling of waking up in a empty bed. Suguru is confused because he thought that’s what was best for Satoru. Satoru starts closing himself off and is about to leave when Suguru tries to grab his hand, but is shocked and hurt when he was met with the cool feeling of infinity between his hand as opposed to Satoru’s hand.

Satoru leaves but not without leaving one final message with Suguru, “ Don’t contact me again or I will be forced to carry out that kill-on-sight order.” he throws one final look to Suguru, “ Goodbye, Getou.”

Anyway so the entire story would then be Suguru trying to win Satoru back, whilst also reflecting on the life he’s been living the past decade and questioning whether or not he actually wants to continue down this path.

Me 🤝pathetic Getou

[insonniacaotica]

In my mind, when Jason beat up Tim in Teen Titans Tower he was actually beating up his failed child self in his head.

[someonesaidcake]

Set between Episode 10 and Episode 11 | Read on AO3

Fool's Gold || Her Story

She set the glass down on the countertop and pulled the water jug from the fridge. The condensation slicked her fingers, cold and clammy, but she barely noticed. The chill couldn’t cut through the haze numbing her senses. It was just water. Just a jug. Just her.

She tilted the jug to pour, but the stream missed the glass entirely, splashing onto the countertop and pooling along the edge. A mess. One more thing to clean. She stared at it for a beat too long, her mind sluggish, before moving to find the paper towels. Her steps felt foreign in her own kitchen, her hand hovering over the sink and darting near the toaster before landing on the roll tucked by the microwave.

She yanked a sheet. It tore jaggedly along the wrong edge. Another. And another. By the time she stopped, seven crumpled pieces lay in her hand, each a testament to her restless frustration. With slow, disconnected movements, she dabbed at the mess, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond the countertop.

And then her eyes caught it; the jacket slung over the back of her couch, neatly folded as though mocking her. It sat there, taunting her with the weight of all she hadn’t been. Not enough to make him stay. Not enough to keep him.

Her fist clenched around the damp paper towels, her movements sharp now, scraping at the water as if wiping away the evidence could erase everything. The sudden motion knocked the water jug, sending it crashing to the floor. The sound was startlingly loud, ringing through the silence of her home, but she didn’t flinch.

She crouched, her fingers brushing the jagged shards of glass, before she picked up a piece. The edge bit into her skin, carving a thin line across her fingertip. Blood welled up immediately, a perfect crimson bead rolling along the pad of her finger before spilling over.

She stared at it, her head strangely light, waiting for pain that didn’t come. She pressed the paper towels to the cut, more out of habit than care, but something inside her was shifting. The numbness began to crack, giving way to an ache that wasn’t just sadness, it was anger. Deep and searing.

Before she knew it, the empty glass from the counter was in her hand again. With a sharp breath, she threw it to the floor. It shattered, scattering more shards across the tiles, tiny fragments catching the light and refracting it like jagged stars. She stood in the centre of the wreckage, her boots planted in the middle of the chaos, her chest heaving.

At least now the outside matched the inside.

Read the rest on AO3

[garlic-burger-derger]

WHAT YALL KNOW ABOUT SET IT OFFF!!!

[kitcats-1-braincell]

Sprained my ankle today :(

Anyways have some oc doodles (these are all game characters from a game I wanna work on!! I’m actually figuring out what happens right now!! And I need ref sheets, dialogue, game overview, areas, etc.)

(Tldr: I have a lot of work to do and I’m hurting 😭😭)

[wreckrinho]

Lol i just hurted my lil handy cuz i was dancing by the sound of Take a Slice by Glass Animals fucking blasting in my smart TV. Its hurting nd bleededsgn

I fucked up my hand cuz im dumb enough to just punch the wall while dancingggggg...it was an accidenttttttttttt :(

Idk i just wamt to say it :^ meeejgkvvkslvkv

Edit: i just burned myself with the tea i made...Why universe?

[scribblesandink]

Quotes from Chapter 10 of my WIP. I made myself cry

[kai-beanz]

So, I'm gonna be sad for a moment because yeah.

(long ass rant under cut)

I tore my acl 10 days after my birthday. I was only allowed to be this new age for 10 days. It's really upsetting. Especially because I don't really have anyone to talk to. All of my friends no longer talk to me. But at least I have my boyfriend!(YIPPEE)

But like, my sister doesn't want to spend time with me, my parents are either busy or don't want to spend time with me either.

I don't feel like the age I am. Sometimes I feel like a small child, begging for attention because no one wants to play with me, or other times I feel like an old man who gets ignored by all of his family.

Like even if I had friends, I wouldn't be able to hang out with them.

I heard my parents talking to my sister the other day, and their conversation made me really upset. Here's how it went:

Sister: why do you want to take us (her and her friends) so many places?

Mom: because we want you to be able to spend time with your friends, we want you to have a good summer.

Dad: Yeah, exactly.

They've never done anything like that for me. Like literally never. Not even a "do you wanna hang out with your friends this weekend?"

It's so boring and draining sitting around doing literally nothing all the time. I was really looking forward to this summer, and now I can't do anything.

I'm just, really struggling with a lot of things right now. I've gotten sadder, I guess. I think my mental health is rapidly declining. Plus I'm in constant physical pain. Nothing I do is enjoyable anymore. I don't think I even like baking anymore.

I don't know what to do.

[strox-the-entertainer]

There's a hole in my heart that goes deeper everyday

Nothing can kill me, I'm already dead.

[depressedtrenchcoatbees]

[functionally-medicated]

Had the idea to use The Prophecy for this show and Ep 12 gave me the rest 😭

[ciszxa]

tak bardzo chciałabym umrzeć, ale boję się, że inni będą się tym za bardzo przejmować

[vartouhix]

you ever write something so sad for your muse that you're crying while writing it? yeah.