#who doesn't just yell at them for being 'impulsive' and 'irresponsible'

[hypewinter]

The JLA members are having a tough time communicating with the Young Justice team. None of them can really understand what it's like to be a teen hero which leads to most conversations turning into arguments. They're at their wits end when Phantom comes back from a long term mission.

Danny comes back from a year long mission to find himself put in charge of mentoring the next generation of heroes. And here he thought he would finally be able to take a break.

[felixantares]

here's an ask :D

who's your favorite maraudeur character to write about?

who's the maraudeur you like reading about?

who's the maraudeur whose fanon characterization doesn't match your headcanon (stirring drama!!! :D )

answering this like 4 days late, because I’ve once again found my time monopolized by Baldur’s Gate (oops)

1. hmmmm I think of the marauders specifically, Sirius is my favourite to write. I love writing about him and his relationship to Regulus and how he views his brother (and vice versa), sibling relationships are some of the most interesting to me because they’re often so complicated and you can squeeze so many conflicting emotions into them. Also the whole family is so messed up and exploring his relationship to the rest of them is very good. (unspeakable3 does some very good sirius fics that I love, and they’re my number one author for the brothers, I was recently re-reading some of their sirius-centric fics so I’m in a bit of a black brothers mood at the moment)

2. All of them?????? How am I supposed to pick? Some of my favourite fics are of all four of them just exploring their friendship. Sirius for similar reasons as above, but also Remus. I think he’s such a complicated character and he made a lot of mistakes, especially after the first war, and I really like reading fics where authors explore his grief and the decisions he made because of them. (or fix-it fics, i do love a good fix it! I read one where Remus went and kidnapped Harry from Petunia when he was still a toddler and that was very very good).

3. I mean, I think this one heavily depends on what corners of fandom you’re inhabiting. I heavily curate my own experience so I don’t really interact with a whole lot of fics that have characterizations that I don’t like or people who talk about them much, and also I’m pretty flexible with my own headcanons so if something gets changed I’m not that thrown off. That being said — I’ve seen recently this shift with Remus and Sirius where their personalities seem swapped? and it’s very off putting to read Remus as this tall, buff, super competent casanova type, like i’m sorry that’s so wrong — he’s a wet, damp, chronically ill, closeted noodle of a man who made a lot of mistakes and that’s what makes him interesting. And in a similar fashion, this fanon view of Sirius as an irresponsible, impulsive godfather who puts Harry in danger is so weird. Like one of these two men ran away and ignored Harry for 12 years and it was not Sirius Black. I love Remus don’t get me wrong, but because he’s interesting, not because he’s perfect. Then also just like fandom’s way of boiling Peter down to a villain who betrayed his friends without a thought and acting like he was never really friends with the others in the first place is frustrating to me, or turning James into this always happy, sunshine character who doesn’t yell or get angry ever and erasing all of his mistakes and bad traits. Basically just whenever they get made into there perfect characters and have all their flaws taken away is when they don’t match my headcanons. But I have this handy red X button for when I stumble upon that kind of thing out in the wild lmao

the surprise ask was very fun, so thank you very much and I’m sorry I didn’t get to it sooner! 💚

[tsukasageorge]

char ask meme for whichever oc you think ill like most. all numbers minus any you dont feel like answering

fukc yeah thanks nico. idk which oc you'd like though... personally i like nyx bc theyre silly but saturn and ben are emo. you like illumi so maybe jol or kanz.... ill just answer with whoever lol

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

i'll go with joel & kanz for this one bc they have a very big 'family' (its a cult, they are part of a cult). kanzy has a biological sister who's about 3-4 years younger than them?? but i believe the closest ages are lizzy and jolzy, they're like 22-25 i dont remember What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

an time i hear the word 'mother' + 'oc' i think of stella. her relationship with her mother is literally so bad lmao What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

i'll go with saturn for this! his father choked him to death lol In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

i can't decide of a character for this one but half of them are dead so like. probably when they were dying Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

ben: success

stella: she used to prioritize success but she kinda figured that was never gonna happen so now its happiness

nyx: happiness

kanz: happiness

jol: success

saturn: justice Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

ben: wisdom

lyra: ambition

kanz: probabl wisdom What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

oh hell yeah

ben: he's ridiculously self-sacrifical. he's always looking for validation and will give up his own comfort and sanity to appear 'perfect'. so he seems obnoxious & he also will shoulder every single bit of despair by himself

nyx: they just do whatever the fuck they want. like they disappeared for 3 years, didn't leave a note or anything, just said Fuck This Shit Im Out. they let their whole kingdom believe they were dead bc why would they deal with that shit when there are literally dragons. also they're irresponsible as hell

jol: he's a clown. also he's in a cult In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

ben tries to make sure he's better than everyone so it's both If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

i know i have at least one cahracter who is guilty as hell but i cant remember who What does your character like in other people?

stella like girls What does your character dislike in other people?

nyx hates people who are uptight/rule based, anyone who will yell at them for being an impulsive shithead How quick is your character to trust someone else?

jol can't trust anyone outside of his gotdamn cult. kanz got out of the cult and decided to room with the first 3 people they found, so i guess they're pretty trusting... lyra i feel is pretty trusting as well. she doesn't have many friends, but the ones she does have are cool.

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

im treating this as a 'there's a murder mystery, who figures out the killer first' question. nyx is probably the victim. lyra is coping with nyx's murder by writing a real life fanfic in the basement. stella's distraught as hell but she's leading the investigation & trying to make sure no one else gets hurt. ben is in his room crying. he is not involved in the murders because he is locked in his room lol. kanz suspects jol from the moment they find the body. the murderer is jol. he runs away to new york and saturn hunts him for sport How does your character behave around children?

joel would be popular with children ebcause he's a clown How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

joel likes to kill people How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

joel likes to kill people What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

stella wanted to be straight. she is not What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

their own families probably In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

ben: he fucking dies

stella: she doestn give a shit anymore

joel: he does not get criticism he is moms baby boy. but he likes being berated bc he aspires to be a piece of shit

kanz: 'oh my god you're so right' How does your character behave around people they dislike?

at the beginning stella just plays along with them but she learns how to properly reject middle aged men :) Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

they are the problem How does your character treat people in service jobs?

all of them are nice except for jol who is just annoying Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

ben does not have 'wants' he has a kingdom to rule. stella is beginning to realize she is deserving of cool shit. nyx thinks they are deserving of cool shit bc the shits cool. jol has no cool shit. kanz needs to earn their place. lyra doesnt think about that stuff. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

depends. jol can say 'i love you' to anyone because he was raised in Manipulation Central and they manipulate people. stella cannot say 'i love you' to your face but she will admit it while crying in nyx's arms. nyx doesn't say 'i love you' they let you cry about some hot girl in their arms. kanz can say i love you easily. ben does not say 'i love you' ever, except maybe to stella once. oh ben and stella are siblings btw What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

stella: i am going 2 hell

nnyx: if i die i die like who cares lmfao

lyra: death is terrifying to me. it doesn't matter where i go because the idea of being trapped somewhere for eternity is hell either way. i wont be able to control it. i'll leave my loved ones behind. i'll just waste away in a cage. if nothing happens after i die and i just cease to exist i'll be grateful

jol: if i die i die like who cares lmfao

[ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is]

Hi, hope you’re ok! I’d be really grateful if you could help me out with my type, I question my own conclusions so much that it’s hard to actually get to a final one. Thanks!

⁃ I’m anxious (a 6 as well), so I like to know things in advance and to have things planned. I tend to worry a lot when I’m about to start something new, only to realize later that it wasn’t as bad as I expected.

⁃ I wouldn’t say that I’m irresponsible about money, but I kinda enjoy spending it with things that are “unnecessary” just for the sake of enjoying these small impulses.

⁃ I think it’s helpful to use past experiences and informations I’ve collected to guide myself through present (meanwhile, I can dream about the future). When I’m anxious, it helps me a lot when people give me real life examples to calm me down.

⁃ I can be pretty methodical. My routine doesn’t change much and I have my own way to get things done. I don’t mind changing methods if I find a way to make my work easier, though (if it gives me more free time to enjoy my life, I’m doing it).

⁃ I hold all of my favorite things close to heart. Things get in, but don’t usually get out (even if I “forget” about them, they’ll always be special).

⁃ Usually, I’m a pretty decisive person — easily figuring out if I like or dislike things/people. I only get indecisive when I start to see “signs” that make me doubt my judgements.

⁃ I tend to judge people just by my first impression of them, which can lead to a lot of misconceptions about that person’s true self.

⁃ When I’m at home, I’m expressive about my feelings and my family can read me like an open book (I also cry easily, it’s one of my ways to deal with things). When it comes to outsiders, though, they may have a harder time figuring out my real feelings for them. I’ve heard from people things like: “I can’t really say if you like me or not” or “Why are you with that face? Are you not having a good time?”. I’m not the friend who yells “I love you!” out of nowhere to others, I only do it with my closest friends and it takes time for me to open up that way, so my withdrawal personality may “push” people away. I’m extremely loyal to my friends, so I’ll be there for them no matter what, but sometimes people expect words instead of actions and I may fail to give them what they need in the moment they need it (I also don’t like to sound fake, so, it’s tough for both sides).

⁃ I can be straight to the point in communication when it comes to sharing my opinions. If I feel that you’re not doing a good thing, I’ll probably say something (especially if you’re a close relative, proximity makes me less afraid of conflict). However, I can be “so casually cruel in the name of being honest” that I end up hurting people (I usually realize my mistakes immediately and do whatever it’s in my power to fix it).

Hi anon,

My guess is actually ISTJ but some of these are fairly vague or general so I'm not positive:

Methodical, decisive, enjoys real world examples to deal with anxiety, and tends to hold on to what they once loved even if it's no longer a current interest all fit well with high Si.

Dislike of sounding fake and preferring very direct communication with high Si points to high Te, and the discussion of being fairly withdrawn indicates introversion is more likely.

All types can be an enneagram 6 but it is very common with high Si types.

The things that don't entirely fit/aren't revealing: the part about first impressions seems like it might just be a personal thing as it doesn't really fit anything in my mind, and the part about small personal purchases for fun is just like, normal human behavior and I think most people who have the means do that.

[gideongrace]

(So if the pictures didn't clue you in, content warning for abuse.)

Never let it be said that Steve Harrington has any sort of impulse control, because he doesn't.

Or any sort of idea when enough is enough, because if he had any sort of sense of that he definitely wouldn't be stalking around the bushes behind Billy's house at midnight like some sort of pathetic, creepy weirdo. 

But even worse than that? Even worse than being a creepy weirdo in the bushes at night?

No one's even home so he's standing in the yard, behind the bushes, like a creep for no reason.

Billy's probably still at the party, where Steve should be, would be, except…

Except he couldn't stand to stick around once Billy had confirmed what he'd suspected all along - that the whole thing had been fake right from the get go. That of course the first person Steve had ever had any sort of real feelings for was just using him for his looks, his popularity and his hair. Of course Billy hadn't actually wanted him.

Because who would? It's not exactly like there's a whole lot there to stick around for once you got past all that surface stuff.

He turns around to walk home, walk home and get just drunk enough to try to block out as much of this night as he can when headlights flash behind him. He turns around to see Billy's Camaro pull up and Billy stumble out about as drunk as he soon intends to be himself. 

And Steve should turn around. He should leave. He knows he should leave. But - 

Billy. 

So. 

Instead he walks slowly up the lawn towards the back of the house, towards Billy's room and he's about halfway there when the lights inside the house all start flickering to life and Steve freezes like an actual deer in actual headlights. He feels caught out, tries to come up with a good lie for why he's here, for what he's doing but he doesn't wind up needing any of them, flimsy as they might be, because instead of anybody coming out to yell at him for sneaking around, someone inside the house starts yelling…

At Billy? 

Any investment Steve had in not getting caught disappears as Neil starts getting louder - this isn't like normal yelling. This isn't your typical, "You're sixteen, what the hell are you doing out drinking all night?" parental dissatisfaction. This is violent. This is vengeful. This is… this is cruel.

Steve creeps up the rest of the way to the house to kneel under the big window on the side of Billy's room. And for a second, he hovers, just taking it all in and trying not to scream, but then, with a big, deep breath in, he lifts his head up just enough to peek inside. 

And what he sees, it's - 

What he sees it's -

It's worse than what he's hearing because Billy -

He isn't Billy at all. He's just standing there, taking it. Quietly. Agreeably. 

He's just…

Standing there and nodding while Neil throws every gay slur in the book at him, tells him he's reckless, tells him he's irresponsible, tells him he's a waste of time and space and money and then -

And then -

And then Neil hits him. Neil hits his own son. 

And Steve is -

Steve is -

Most unpleasant things to this point in Steve's life have only ever left him feeling bored. Annoyed, maybe. But mostly just bored. Most of his life's kind of boring, to be honest.

But this? 

This?

This has him furious. This has him feeling enraged like his skin's been set on fire, like he's burning up from the inside out in a way that only he can see. In a way that only he can feel and that he's powerless to do anything about. 

He sinks down to the ground, away from the window and puts one hand to his mouth to keep from screaming and the other he grips in the dirt to stop himself from yanking the window open and punching Neil back, right in the chest, like he'd hit Billy.

And Billy. Billy'd just -

Taken the hit. 

Billy, who regularly starts fights with anybody and everybody just because he thinks they looked at him wrong. 

Billy who - 

Billy who was always so hot and cold for reasons Steve could never understand. 

Billy who was the handsiest motherfucker alive one minute and who was blocked off, locked down, closed for business the next.

Billy who -

Steve - 

He's an idiot with a pretty face but he can still put two and two together -

Billy's been hiding his bruises.

Billy gets hit by his father regularly.

There's another thundering echo of fist hitting flesh as a thought slams into Steve. 

Billy had broken up with him.

Because of this.

He digs his hands deeper into the dirt to stop himself from… from… screaming. Crying. Falling to pieces.

No, he's definitely falling to pieces anyway, he's just doing it silently.

He leans his head up against the wall and listens. Neil seems to have stopped. 

There's a deafening click as the light is turned off and a heavy thud of footsteps heading away that seem to echo in time with Steve's slowly thudding heart. 

He waits. 

It's silent and he waits. 

Then, a minute later, there's more headlights and the sound of a car driving off and Steve prays that it's Billy, that he's decided he's had enough and he's driving away, never to return (even if it means Steve will never see him again) but then Billy's calling out, "Steve?" and his voice is all deep and raspy and… broken.

"Come on out, Steve, I know you're there. I saw you."

But Steve doesn't move. He can't. He knows the car driving away must have been Neil's, but still, he can't move. If he moves, he'll scream and screaming really seems like the wrong move to be making right now so he sits planted underneath the window.

"Steve."

Billy's breath teases the top of Steve's head and Steve half scrambles, half stumbles away from his spot by the window to see Billy leaning out of it, staring at him with eyes that are too bright for anything but unshed tears. He holds his hand out with a raised eyebrow and a look on his face like he thinks he can convince Steve that all that's going on right now is that he's annoyed at him.

But Steve doesn't take it so Billy groans and crawls out himself. He crawls out but he doesn't say anything and he doesn't move like he's wounded and Steve needs to know where Billy got hit, needs to know how bad the damage is, needs to get Billy out of here -

And Steve -

He just gets pissed off. "You really are an asshole," he says and instantly regrets it, because who insults someone they love after seeing them get beat up by their own father? Who does that?

(Assholes, that's who.)

Billy, though, Billy just laughs and it's this hollow, empty sound that has Steve's gut twisting. 

"No, I mean -" Steve starts off passionately but the words dead end. He doesn't know what he means. He doesn't know what to say. What he can say. 

"Fuck." 

Billy, for his part, says nothing, just sits rigidly next to Steve, every muscle tensed, flight response primed and ready to roar into action at the slightest sign of trouble and that - 

And that -

That has the saddest sigh Steve's ever heard come splitting out from between his own lips.

"I-" he starts and stops again. He wants to fix this. He can't fix this. He needs to fix this. "I-" 

"You don't owe me anything," Billy says, soft but determined. "You don't owe me anything so you can just forget you ever saw this and go on with your life." 

"Fuck you," Steve spits on instinct and this time he actually slaps his hand over his mouth to physically get himself to stop talking. Because jesus christ, he's just making this worse, isn't he?

Billy starts to get to his feet, starts to climb back in through the window when Steve drops his hand and blurts out, "No, fuck! I love you!" 

This has Billy stopping in his tracks so Steve says it again. "I love you!" 

Billy remains frozen in place so Steve just keeps saying it, "I love you, I love you, I love you," like he's pouring hot water over ice to get it to melt. "Please sit back down." 

Billy does, so Steve keeps going. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so sorry." 

Billy smiles and it's not one of his bright ones, but it's not hollow, either so Steve takes it as a win. "Okay, you didn't handle it that badly," Billy says and this time there's a little of his usual spark in the words and that -

That breaks something in Steve. He's been holding off from touching Billy this whole time because Billy's been looking like he's the deer in the headlights this time, like he'll up and bolt at any second but Steve can't hold back anymore. He can't.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," he says. He leans in slow at first, giving Billy plenty of time to move if he wants to but - 

But he doesn't. Instead, he leans in, too, so Steve slowly, so slowly it feels like it takes nearly an actual eternity, he wraps his arms around Billy and Billy rests his head on his shoulder and Steve puts his head down on top of Billy's. 

"I'm so sorry," Steve says again and this time Billy nods, Steve can feel the movement of Billy's head just under his cheek, so he says it again. "I love you. I'm sorry and I love you." 

“Like we’re in love?” Steve says, voice cracking in a way that hits like a bullet straight to Billy’s spine and for a moment Billy is paralyzed, can’t move as Steve says, “You don’t love me?" 

No, Billy wants to say. I do. So fucking much. But he also knows, but if I do it’ll end in your death. 

And he wants to explain himself, wants to tell Steve that sometimes monsters have human faces but instead he smiles wide like the shark he’s perfected pretending he is, and he says, "No, I don’t,” all smooth and calm even as every single part of him down to his atoms, down to his very soul just wants to reach out, to cup Steve’s face and kiss away all the pain he’s feeling. The pain Billy himself caused when he dragged Steve into this bathroom not to kiss him like Steve was expecting, but to break his heart and save his life. He just wants to kiss Steve, forget the last five minutes, forget everything else except for the feel of Steve’s lips on his, the feel of Steve’s hands in his hair, the way Steve’s pulse jumps when he sucks on his neck, but…

He can’t. That’s not the way the world works - boys like him don’t get to have boys like Steve. Not in fucking nowhere, Indiana. Not with fathers like his. So Billy leans back against the wall real casual, like he hasn’t got a care in the world, and he says, “You had to know it was all bullshit, didn’t you, Stevie?” He adds in a sneer for good measure, makes the words sound cruel and taunting even as they dig themselves into his own skin and bite. 

Steve shakes his head. “No, but I guess I should have.” He smiles and it’s pitiful and it’s wretched and it etches itself onto Billy’s heart, leaving a wound Billy knows will be unlikely to ever heal. “I mean,” Steve says and he’s going for bitter, for spiteful but he just sounds sad, “You fuck everything that moves, so I really should have known I was just one fish in a sea of millions." 

Billy makes a noise like this is both clever and an unavoidable truth. "Then swim along, little fish,” Billy says. “Go.” He waves a hand at the door, smiles meanly and sets his shoulders back like he’s proud of himself, like he’s done what he set out to do - conquer the great King Steve and leave him like he’s nothing but a pile of ashes on the side of the road, rather than the truth - which is that he’s everything. That if he truly were a King, Billy would be his Knight and would protect him from any monsters that came their way. Which is actually pretty much what Billy’s doing now, Steve’s just unaware of it because this isn’t a monster that attacks head on and can’t be fought head on. This is a monster that requires cleverness and sacrifice to beat and luckily (or unluckily, depending on how you look at it), both of those are things Billy’s always excelled at.

“You’re an asshole,” Steve says as he moves for the door. Billy watches him go thinking if he really was a Knight, if he had a sword, he’d impale himself on it. Instead he makes due with cementing the image of Steve walking away from him into his mind’s eye forever and heads out to make a new record as the new Keg Stand King. 

It’s not enough, it’ll never be enough, but maybe if he pretends for long enough, it’ll become as natural as the rest of the act he puts on, be as natural as putting himself on display, just another easy, casual, practiced motion. 

Or maybe it won’t. Maybe he’ll wither and rot from the inside out. 

He slams back enough cheap beer that he stops thinking about it.

He can’t stop feeling it, though. And the alcohol brings in another of its friends - rage. 

He gets into a fistfight with Tommy over… he has no idea what and then someone, several someones, are kicking him out of the party, leaving to stumble home in the dark.

Alone.