who do you think invented the term?

[ripperfanged]

MUSE FEELINGS AND INDICATORS

HAPPINESS

being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

SADNESS

tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

ANGER

furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

FEAR

wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

EXHAUSTION

constantly yawning. slurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine”. shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

stolen from: the dash <3

[desafrey]

@ripperfanged​

 ‘ you do realize your brother has been practically acting like a toddler since i got here, right ? ’ smile is on her face regardless, and she’s moving to hold out a cup to him. ‘ try this. coffee, blood, and a splash of honey for flavor. ’

[ripperfanged]

     “ As opposed to his usual personality? ” It’s soft, sarcastic, but there’s none of the bite; he’s moving to take the cup from her, and there’s a kiss pressed against her cheek. He’s missed her, perhaps more than he’s willing to admit to himself. “ It’s perfect. You’re perfect -- ”

[vargulfborn]

@ripperfanged​

‘ i got free time, and yer gonna - what ? ignore me ? stare at me ? ’ eyebrow is raised, and jekyll is kicking feet up onto the other’s table.  ‘ i could always find fun in other places - ’

[ripperfanged]

     “ I thought you were supposed to be heading out for Julian. ” The journal is closed and set to the side, and Stefan’s fingers slip under their collar. A beat, to see if they’ll let him, and then he’s pulling him into his lap by it. A kiss is pressed to their forehead and nose, before he stops a breath away from their lips. “ You know... ” He closes the distance, but only for a moment. “ It’s been a while since I’ve gotten out of Mystic Falls. I can come with you, if you want. ”

[ripperfanged]

@vargulfborn​

     Stefan’s never been possessive. That doesn’t stop the look of annoyance, the way his mood sours when someone is flirting with them. A brief pause, and Stefan’s fingers are slipping under their collar -- not quite a pull, not yet. There’s a glare shot in the other’s direction.

     He allows them a moment of reaction time before there’s a careful tug toward him. Even if he has the go ahead, he’s still careful. “ Sit. ” It’s low, and perhaps the other man hadn’t heard it. Stefan doesn’t care. He knows the hybrid did.

[ripperfanged]

vargulfborn​:

he watches him almost finish the jar off in one go, but stefan is able to keep a little bit of the substance left in it. ’ not the way i usually do. but ya ain’t gotta worry about it either way. ’  he was sure that he hadn’t been a person of worth. no one from that bar ever is, and they always disappoint jekyll. ’ ya didn’t drink it all like you usually do. ’ there’s a light gesture to what remains of it in the jar, really an observation than anything else. ’ one of ya looses yer’ mind at human blood, and the other likes binge drinkin’ off of me. yall are fuckin’ wild. ’ jekyll comment as if they don’t have their own unique tastes.  arms move to fold over their chest, and eyes trail away. ‘ i want somethin. ’

     He doesn’t ask. If they want to elaborate, they will; Stefan’s not going to push. There’s a beat he uses to catch his breath, grunt in acknowledgement to the fact that he’s left some in the jar, and part of him should feel guilty about Damon -- he knows what it’s like not to have control over the bloodlust. It just so happens that Damon wants to feed off all of his friends now, and the other half of him finds it a dose of karma. He still wouldn’t wish it on anyone. “ I still say we should be trying to find a cure -- ” It’s not dwelled on, because he knows damn well there isn’t one. An idle tilt of his head. “ You know how this goes. I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me. ”

[vargulfborn]

@ripperfanged

hand holds out the jar. it’s got blood seeping from the lid and trying to drip off the side of it. jekyll didn’t and hasn’t ever exactly been careful about making a mess. ’ you accept jars ? ’ he questions, an eyebrow raising.  ’ you either like makin’ a mess or don’t want a mess, so i don’t fuckin’ know. ’ words are finished with a shrug of their shoulders, trying to downplay his actions. ’ don’t worry. the fucker wasn’t worthy of the air he breathed. even i didn’t wanna put my mouth anywhere near that. ’

[ripperfanged]

     He shouldn’t be encouraging this. He knows that. And yet, that doesn’t stop him from indulging whenever they let him bite into whoever had ended up unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of a knife; the blood’s not on his hands, and they’re usually on the verge of death anyway. It eases the guilt a little, and Stefan gets his fix. It’s a win-win when he doesn’t think about it too much. He moves to take the jar from them, and he’s careful not to knock it all back in one go. Progress, as little as it is. “ You already take care of the body? ” Which, again, not the question he should be asking -- but the one he settles on nonetheless.