#tw yelling

[tr4sh-talker]

Recent dazes stuff i did as warmup

[disabledprincesses]

Non-autistics living with autistics:

They keep eating the same freaking food and it frustrates me so much! We can't have the "big scary light" on just lamps everywhere! Even when I try to find peace by doing stuff with them they just ignore me and do whatever they want. They can't even do the simplest of things like go with me to the grocery store every week! How do people expect them to survive in society??

Autistics living together:

So as long as we get my 10 packets of this really specific food, and some snacks, I'll be okay. Also is it cool if you go to the grocery store? I can clean the bathroom since thats bad sensory for you and the store is bad sensory for me. Can you turn on the lamp instead of the big light? It gives me a headache. Thanks man. Yea I'll unplug the TV for you since you can hear the high pitched noise. Do you want to do two separate things in the same room as bonding again this evening? Thats my favorite part of the day too.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

When König is Mad at You

Aha! I finally got a chance to clean up and post this! So here it is, the deluxe edition!

If you do something that König cannot let fly, he'll let you know. He doesn't show his feelings to many people, but if you're someone important and if you're important in König's world, then he'll let you know everything he's thinking (and I do mean everything). So have no fear, König will not keep dwell on anger and keep things from you. No he'll let you know.

Now, if should be known that König doesn't get mad at other people that often. Having been bullied through his entire childhood for the most minuscule mistakes, he's taken to giving others the benefit of the doubt. He won't snap at you for asking too many questions and he won't bat an eye if you accidentally break a kitchen appliance. If you lose something of his, he'll sigh tiredly but if it's replaceable, it's no skin off his nose. He can just get another.

Below the cut are the five types of people that König will get angry with.

Civillians: König is not going to go off the handle on someone in customer support. He's not going to yell at random people if they irritate him. He's a soldier, he can control himself. A petty slight will only hurt him internally. Externally, you'd be hard pressed to make him so much as bat an eyelash.

Recruits: If you're just a new recruit he's training, he'll let loose like a cannon on your ass. He'll scream and shout and hurl insults like you've never heard before. He's absolutely brutal as a commander. He's the type to loom over you and yell at you about an inch from your face. Bless his mask because if he weren't wearing it, you'd be coated in his spit.

Teammates: If you're a teammate and he's mad at you, you probably nearly got him killed. God have mercy on anyone who dares do such a thing.

Friends: If you're a friend, König will just be tired and try to talk through his issues. If you won't listen to him, then he'll get a bit loud, but he won't go so far as to insult you or try to hurt you. No he's just pissed, and that's scary enough as is.

You. Let's go into this a bit more.

When König is angry with you, he'll sit you down or bring you both to a quiet place. If there's no chance to talk, he'll wait until later. If he can contact you, he'll give you a text with his problem and ask you to talk on the phone (if it's not a major issue) or in person (if it's something massive). When he does get to talk to you, he won't raise his voice or fist, nor he will not break things or insult you maliciously. These are not the reasons why König's anger is so frightening.

It's his disappointment.

If König hasn't had a chance to think about his problems, he'll tell you he's disappointed and he'll tell you he needs a walk to think about what's happened. Please don't follow him, give him space. I promise you he'll come back soon. I know it's scary, but he'll always be back before dark. If you're fighting at night, he'll be back before you wake up.

Once he's returned, he'll tell you that he's upset, that he has thought about the incident, and he'll go over what he's prepared to do to make things better. He doesn't want to get mad and just leave it at that. No, that's stupid. He wants solutions. He's a military man who grew up in a functional household, he's emotionally mature. What he wants to do is sit down and talk through possible solutions until you both finally finds a satisfactory plan of action.

König won't hurt you. However, he very well might nearly bore you to death with his lecturing. This man is so pedantic that it's painful. When you have an argument, it's more like an official public debate than it is a domestic dispute. He avoids making personal attacks and he'll stick to what he believes his truth is, and listen to your every word. He doesn't like drama at all. He just likes solutions. So really, having an argument with him is more like sitting down with a guidance counsellor and going back and forth.

He has boundaries though. If you start throwing insults at him, if you scream at him or start threatening him or those he cares about, he'll tell you to come back to him when you're calm and then promptly leave you alone for a bit. Once you've calmed down, you can try, try, try again. He won't tolerate you verbally abusing him. He understands distress, but attacking him is not something he will tolerate. If you are verbally abusive, he will leave you completely.

König will not tolerate you trying to physically hurt him. If you try, sure you can't hurt him, but it's a betrayal of his trust that he won't stand for. He'll kick you out almost immediately. He'll kick you out of your own home until he's packed his stuff and he'll leave. Don't try to make him stay, it won't work. He will not tolerate abuse, and he has many ways of leaving and disappearing if you try to come after him. So please, don't try to abuse this man. He will not tolerate abuse.

This said, I'm pretty sure everyone here can agree that abuse is unacceptable, so I think we're all in agreement that we won't intentionally hurt this sweet sweet man. He is far too precious for that. Instead, let's all agree to talk calmly and civilly, so we can be rewarded with head pats and forehead kisses.

König is the best at comforting people after an argument. He won't hold things against you, and instead he'll offer to do something nice to put things behind you both. He'll hold you tight and tell you everything will be better, and you know what? It will be.

[small-sinclair]

Broken Reflection

Whumptober 5: Sunburn

Dad!Bo Sinclair x daughter/child!reader (5-6 years old)

Tw: yelling, Bo being a bit aggressive, soft ending

Healing Salve

“I told you over and over to stay away from Vincent’s wax melter!” He snaps, his anger building up. “You have any idea how stupid you are? Any clue?”

You could hear him yelling from the stairs as he came up to the bathroom where you were. You were shaking as you tried to put aloe on your burns, but tears stung your eyes and made it blur. You didn’t mean to be that close to the wax melter; you just wanted to look inside it! How were you supposed to know that was hot to touch and could burn you when you rested your arm against the metal? How are you supposed to learn if you never try it? Bo told you time and time, over and over, not to go into Vincent’s workspace without him, but you were curios today and went down in secret. You always wanted to see what it looked like on the inside, so who was Bo to be mad at because he never told you?

“Answer me!” His shouts, his hand hitting the door, causing you jump. “You’re just as stupid as your mother! Didn’t know how to listen to a simple thing... are you dumb or something?” You tried not to flinch when he yelled, but your shoulder jerked and tensed as he yelled, “Now, I gotta make sure you ain’t leavin’ dis house! ‘Cause I thought you were better than dat!” His eyes harden when your eyes didn’t look up at his. “Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you!”

His hand turned you around and grabbed a hold of your face, forcing you to look up—

Bo’s angry blue eyes broken when a sob escaped your lips, crying out, “I’m sorry, Papa! I’m sorry!”

Hsi tight grip loosens, and he lets go as he steps away from you. He looked down at his hands, realizing they were shaking, then looked at himself in the mirror on the wall in the hall. He didn’t see himself; he saw Trudy and his father with a victory smile as if they were saying that they taught him well. He was becoming like his own parents, and it burned him.

“Sunshine,” he breathed, his eyes softening. “Darlin’, I-I didn’t mean...shit, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” He took slow steps and knelt in front of your trembling form. “My God—Papa’s so sorry. He didn’t mean for his anger to be like that. He’s sorry...he’s so sorry.” His hands still shook as he held your arms, feeling like you were glass. He’ll do better; he has to do better.

And he compared you to your mother—

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again, holding back a sob. “I’m sorry—”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he hushes softly, his fingers being gentle as he looked over you. “Dida get hurt anywhere else?”

You shook your head as fat tears fell slow.

“Hey, hey,” he cupped his large, calloused hand over your cheek, thumbing away a tear. “It’ll be right. It’ll be right, I swear.” He scooped you up in his arms, holding you tightly as he stood up, and takes the healing salve. “I’ll take care of it...I’m here. Papa’s here.”

[mystery-contestant]

@democracyrockzz @astral--horrorshow @krowsselfindulgy @ratsvoid @savannahwiththegreeneteyes @spacingbachelorette @badeggyt @affinity-play-real

Main Tws: death, unreality, body horror, implied gore, yelling, trauma, loss of identity, internalized queerphobia, horny teens being horny teens

(Pay mind to the timestamps)

We pick up where we left off:

At the end of Ride The Cyclone. (Check pinned post for those visiting)

And that's it. On September 14th, 2016, all of the kids died, none able to escape their fate. Years pass, and the fair rots like their corpses.

Except it's not the end. For they now haunt the abandoned fair.

Welcome to:

The Circus of Life

We begin at the entrance of the cyclone. It is night. (See Chance theatre's set. Note: Just so you know I do not support M*C*rter, as I'm pretty sure Chance is associated with them.)

A headless silhouette appears from behind a sheet, slowly revealed by a backlight.

Jane Doe, singing:

I know this dream of life is never ending

It goes around and round and round again

At times we fall and soon we are ascending

I know beginning comes with every end

2:13-2:44

As she sings, she puts on her doll's head and adjusts it. (See Station Theatre's Jane Entrance.)

Lights fade out.

The stage is lit by a blue light.

You Drop! Begins.

0:17-2:20

Each character enters from opposite sides as they sing, walking in beat with the music before turning towards the audience. They act like lamenting ghosts.

The song ends and the characters snap out of their trance.

Synopsis: The choir processes the fact they are now ghosts as well as observes the ruined state of the fair.

(Remember that in order to makes sure nobody feels rushed to answer whenever you want to speak you should put in the comments that you are going next!)

[c10v3r]

ive been meaning to make them this audio for a while it is just perfect

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

11/18/24 TW/CW: vent (sort of), mentions of blood, vomit (slightly), mentions of yelling, trauma, blood, et cetera. Thank you.

“My brain works in a weird way. It’s sort of like how celebrities or others online only show their best side. They only reveal the highlights of their life and positive moments, and the audience may look up to them or feel… insignificant, in comparison. After a bit, in my case, my mask can wear down. I play this positive character in this show, and my depressed states are merely my expressions when I am off-stage. And so, I want to find a way to cope with all my stress, my trauma. And until I do, it is broken. I cannot wear it again, or lies will show. I can’t play out-of-character in a live show; the live show being, well, my life. No- I need to find a way to cope. If I don’t, I’ll never forgive. I’ll never forget. I’ll never get over it. All I have sinned for. But. I am scared. What methods do I have where my writing keeps safe? What platform is not going to be tracked by my guardians? No matter where I go, they are there. They are watching. I can’t feel safe online if they are there. I can’t express my true potential if my mom will eventually find my account and brag to her friends over how great I am. Over how… talented I am.”

“I’m crying too much. Emotions flood me as if dams are broken. The water, a growing flood, overcomes my emotions and my rationality. I do not panic, but I am scared. But I must hide my sobs before my father finds me and mentally beats me up about it. ‘It won’t do any good for you’; I can’t help it. If you keep yelling at me, what am I supposed to do? For I have not matured to your liking. I only exceed your standards, and my mother’s standards, in art. Something they seem to never get over. I start overthinking things. I grow anxiety. My head starts to throb and my hands begin to tremble so much. I feel so sick, I might throw up. The idea of multiple tests this week doesn’t help. I sit in the bathroom, silent. If I am caught, I am beat. I am lectured. They will ask me: ‘whats the matter? Why are you so sick?’, as if they are clueless that they are the main cause. I grow weak at the thought of the future, the past, and the present. ‘This could have been worse’; I comfort myself. This isn’t the worst, but it’s not the best. Tears slowly roll down my face at the memory of all the people I have lost. I’m sorry. Everything I’ve done. Every sin I’ve committed to have gotten where I am today. I’m so sorry, everyone. I deserve this. Don’t I? My lack of rationality grows my thoughts to believe in your lies. Am I just in denial? At this point, I’m stuck in here for 3 hours. I’m too scared to leave, but too scared to stay. I close my eyes and hope everything will go away. I hope everything is merely just a dream, I just need to wake up. Wake up, or you will die. Fuck. Why me? I sob silently, watching my volume as I can lightly hear the footsteps of my family emerge from the hallway. I feel so sick.”

“After another hour or so, I leave carefully. It’s midnight. They are all asleep at this point, and I am spared for another day. I immediately retreat to my room in a silent run, which slightly makes the nauseated feeling return. My pace slows as I walk to my bed, flopping down. My hand immediately reaches for my phone, an instinct. I feel something dripping from my mouth, and I carefully run my hand over it. Blood. Or so, I suppose it is. It tastes like it at least, but it’s too dark to tell. I ignore that and change my glance to my phone, going to Tumblr. My hands still tremble and my eyes are dry. The nauseated feeling slips in and out: irritating yet worrying. I scroll, looking at more art. I force a light smile to myself, and my jaw aches. It leaves after a few seconds. ‘Is this my last resort?’; Do I have to do this? This will only cause me more overwork, stress and anxiety. I exit the reblog. I am sorry, but my body still aches with the need for drawing more, making up perfect animation and drawing ideas in my head. This needs to stop. No. Please. This can’t be it. I can’t draw anymore, but my body refuses. My mind races with the thought of all my requests I have not finished, silently apologizing to the users.”

“…I can’t do this anymore.”

“I need to stop. I need to take a break. I can’t continue this continuous cycle of self-torment. If I do, I’ll become depressed. If I do, I’ll distance myself further from my friends.”

-

Thank you all. I appreciate your support and words of encouragement, and I know this may be a bit excessive, but I felt like releasing my emotions into a piece of text, even at the risk my mom may see this. I apologize if I have not finished your art requests. I am not taking a break, and I will continue making art (I’m sure you little shits are gonna be happy about that, huh, you guys who only care about my art). But I will not be as active, for school is still occurring. I have a break for a week next week, so I’ll try and make more art then. I just want you all to be happy, I’m sorry. I know this is a bit of a 180 from how I was earlier, but I gotta cope. My parents are arguing again (fml). XOXO.

[cemeterykills]

These two are so funny together tbh I hope we see more of them interacting!! (yoinked this straight from my own tiktok btw)

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

NIGHTMARE QUICK DUST IS DYING SLOWLY WHAT

Nightmare: I'M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, SHUT THE F-

[vectorisheree]

I find the fact that Eclipse's eyes tend to shift randomly to be unintentionally funny at times, like in this clip he just stares at Moon like some kid who got caught with their hand in the candy jar.

Seeing Eclipse breifly look up at Moon, then stare off blankly into the distance and then awkwardly look away is so silly??? like???

[p1nkshield]

There was a post where someone wrote a few ideas for if the Waynes were on a reality tv show where he just removes one of his kids from an altercation like they were two fighting cats. Might I raise you batfam on patrol with this situation.

Jason: I'm gonna have to ask you to stop stepping on my toes while I'm doing your job Tim.

Tim: You're the one who couldn't keep the plan in that empty helmet of yours!

Jason: I had to think on my feet! It was your half baked plan that let him get away!

Tim: The only half baked thing around here are YOUR CROISSANTS!

Jason: *gasp* NOW THAT'S A LOW BLOW! SQUARE TF UP!

Tim: I AM NOT ABOVE BITING!

Batman hoists hood over his shoulder and begins walking away

Jason from Bruce's shoulder: YOU'RE NOT ABOVE MUCH SHORT STACK!

Later

Bruce: Work it out you two.

Tim: I'm sorry I insulted your bad croissants.

Jason: I'm sorry you're short.

Bruce: *sigh*

[thenightsystem]

Sometimes DID is the fact that i need that one alter whos actually good at making sweet tea to GET HIS ASS IN FRONT RIGHT NOW PLEASE

[fourfoldtrap]

Note to everyone, do not make a comic using a notes app with the bare minimum art tools for notes. Do NOT make a comic on a notes app that doesn't have a layer option.

If any of this is hard too understand please use the alt text I went into more description/details there!

part one | part two | part three (this one!!)

@nerves-nebula

[cryptid-on-a-string]

Neil Screamierega

[a-lost-archivist]

[It’s a video attachment. Would you like to watch it?] //TW; Threats, yelling

——

It’s Kamado’s office. Well, most of it, the angle is a bit awkward. It seemed Cassette finally figured out how to use Jon’s phone, though, since the man himself clearly wasn’t the one recording.

Speaking of..

Adaman stepped into the room, followed closely by Irida, and then Jon. They wore grave expressions, creased with worry.

Irida was the first to speak.

“You.. did call us here to discuss the quelling of all the nobles, didn’t you?”

Kamado shook his head as he stood with his back to the trio. “No. There are far more pressing concerns afoot.” He cast a glance in Jon’s direction.

What..

“Jonathan. The strike that drove Kleavor into a frenzy struck the very night you fell, if I’m not mistaken.”

“It.. did.” He confirmed. What was he..

Kamado nodded with a huff. “When Wyrdeer was driven to terror, it avoided you specifically.”

“…yes, I am aware” Jon’s tone was cautious. He glanced to Irida and Adaman, each of them just as puzzled as he was.

“Either, you’re simply unfortunate, or..”

Kamado paused for a second, the whole room held its breath.

“What are you, Jonathan!?” He whipped around and stomped forward as Jon violently flinched.

“I- what-?”

“What have you brought to my village!?” He took another step forward, now stood between Jon and the exit.

“I didn’t-!” Jon sputtered. Irida and Adaman only looked onward in shock.

“These frenzies came from the very rift you fell form and follow you like a plague. Do you take me for a fool?!” He stepped even closer to Jon, physically crowding the terrified man. He’d ran out of space to move back, now stood in front of Kamado’s desk with nowhere to run.

Jon thought back to their first meeting

He thought back to how easily Kamado was able to throw him in just a friendly sparring match.

He thought of what the man might be capable of, if given proper reason.

Something in Jon’s expression shifted.

“You hope to gain our trust by fixing the destruction you’ve brought. And with that, what else will you take. What do you hope to gain!?”

“I didn’t want this you goddamn idiot! I didn’t want any of this!” Jon snapped. You could almost call it bravery if you couldn’t see his the way his hands trembled and his breathing stuttered on every breath. If you couldn’t see how frantically he searched the room for another exit.

“Then why else would we be here, Jonathan. Why else if not by your hand.” Kamado now stood less than a foot from the smaller man, looking for all the world like he was about to take his life.

“I haven’t done-!”

“Can you prove your innocence!? Or is this just another lie.”

“Kamado, look at him” Adaman finally made a move, grabbing Kamado by the shoulder to pull him away from the terrified archivist. “Do you really think he has the sort of fearsome power to cause this?”

Jon, pitifully human and utterly terrified, already knew the next words out of Kamado’s mouth.

“I do.”

Both clan leaders gave the commander a look.

“Don’t look at me like I’ve gone mad! You feel it too. He’s dangerous.” He gestured wildly to Jon, nearly hitting the man and making him flinch violently.

“I-“

“No. Not another word from you.”

“Kamado, what do you expect him to do about this?” Irida was the one to speak up this time.

Kamado stepped backwards, pinching his brow. “I don’t want to see him within our walls until this is resolved. He will investigate this, but not as one of us.”

…What?

“Kamado-“

“Get out. If I see you before then, I will not hesitate to do what is necessary to protect my people. Do I make myself clear?”

Jon didn't need to be told again. He was gone in a matter of seconds.

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