#big feels

[sergestilesart]

Oops, all Steve!

I wanted to practice sadder emotions and we all know just from tracking him down that this magician has been through a lot.

(+ a bonus collectible Steve! Let the tickling commence)

[thevoidstaredback]

Part 5

Jason wasn't privy to whatever was said between Roy and Danny. A few hours later, after he'd long since moved to his workspace and started to methodically disassemble and reassemble his guns, Danny came out of his room and handed Jason his phone back.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

Jason set down his half assembled gun he was holding and looked at Danny. "No, cariño, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"But, I freaked out," he sniffed, "and then I wouldn't let you into my room."

"You don't have to let me in if you don't want to," Jason assured, "Not me, not anyone, okay?"

Danny didn't say anything, but he did nod. Jason didn't think he believed him.

Jason sighed quietly. "Will you let me check you over? No med kit this time."

"Okay."

"I don't have to if you don't want me to."

"You just wanna make sure I'm okay," Danny said, "Roy said so."

"Yeah," Jason said, "I do, but not if it makes you uncomfortable."

"S'okay. You can look." Slowly, he pulled his shirt over his head.

Jason was horrified by what he saw and he had a hard time keeping it off his face.

When Jason died, there'd been an autopsy done. He'd seen the pictures and the report after his time with the LoA. The Y shaped scar went from both of his shoulders, connected at his sternum, and stretched to just over his pelvic bone. It was raised and stitched and it disgusted him whenever he saw it. He'd thought, just after he'd come back into his mind, that the Lazarus Pit would've healed all the injuries he had because that's how it was explained to him. Apparently, that didn't extend to injuries caused post-mortem.

He still wasn't sure how he was alive again. It's an on-going investigation.

It was a scar he didn't ever want to see on anyone else, dead or alive or anywhere in between. And here one was. On Danny.

Danny's scare was fresh, raised, red, and barely held together with stitches done so hastily that there was barely seven holding the skin together.

Seven. One for every year Danny'd been alive.

He felt himself get a bit sick. He felt a green rage build up inside of him.

What kind of disgusting pig would do this to a child!

Jason had a feeling he knew who.

Danny had said that he'd gone downstairs after his sister had told him not to. She was obviously protecting him from someone.

Jason would bet Bruce's entire estate and family line that the people who hurt Danny had been the people who created and gave birth to him.

"Jason?" Danny's voice broke through the green, "You're eyes are green. Like mine."

He looked at the kid's eyes. His left eye was as blue as ice and his right eye was as green as-

As green as Lazarus Water.

"Yeah," Jason heard himself say, "Yeah, they are."

Danny shuffled on his feet for a minute. "My eyes glow, too, I think."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. See?" He cupped his hands in front of himself right at where the damn scars came together at his sternum and stared at them, his eyes glowing faintly. After a second, the temperature around his hands dropped to below zero, creating a cloud around them, and a bird made out of ice was there.

It was a robin.

The green faded away and Jason felt tears pricking at his eyes.

"You remind me of a robin," Danny said, "Jazzy told me what they mean once. She said they mean rebirth and new beginnings," Oh, there were the tears. "She also said that when you see a robin at a funeral that it means that your loved one is at peace."

Slowly, ever so slowly, Jason brought his arms up and wrapped them around Danny. When he didn't pull away, he brought him closer and started to quietly cry onto the kid's shoulder.

Had there been a robin at his funeral?

Danny patted his back. "S'okay, Jay," he whispered. giving comfort only a child could, "There weren't any robins at my funeral, but I know they were at yours."

And that just brought up so many feelings that Jason didn't know what to do with. "You had a funeral?"

"Don't 'member," he said, "Don' think so."

Jason felt his heart shatter. "Do you want one?"

Danny thought for a moment. Then, "No. At least not right now."

"Okay."

And that was that.

Part 7

[baronesqueart]

Good times, Bad times

[scrawniest-calamity]

Selections from my live texts to @flabbergasties while watching Wicked: For Good for the umpteenth time. (Part 4 of 6)

BIG Feels Edition

[omeem]

[reikodashi]

isolating myself from everyone because i've genuinely procrastinated responding for so long that the thought of responding now makes me feel so incredibly guilty and i cant explain to them why i do this and feeling like i cant turn to anyone because my friend group is genuinely in shambles and i feel like everyone is closer to everyone else or is drifting apart from me now or dislikes me by association, so the only company i can bear now is myself

[poshtearexdoodles]

I've been Going Through It pretty hard lately. Times have been rough, and in these times I turn to escapism. And it got me thinking about the importance of it, and how it can save us. And how for me this has manifested in giant monsters beating the hell out of each other in movies, and giant monsters are very often used in allegorical n metaphorical ways for things.

So as a way to express my feelings n thoughts on escapism n vent how I been feeling I made this comic n put a lot of thought into it. While for me the Bad Times Beast here is depression specifically, I intend it as a general metaphor for Going Through It so I hope this resonates with other people saved by escapism too, and that whatever you're going through you are able to find the strength to get through. Even if you need some help from your special friends on the screen or in the pages.

I do Commission Work!