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TW: anger, raised voice

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How does your muse sit? Do they take up space, or keep to themselves?

AHH, before i say anything else, first let me say: thank you for sending me this ask! it always makes me so happy whenever i see people send me stuff :) and honestly, i feel like this is an interesting question because the way i see it, the manner in which a character carries themselves alone could say a LOT about them, i'm not gonna lie. so i am glad you asked!! and now, allow me to give you the best answer i can in relation to this: blamore does absolutely take up space whenever it sits somewhere, and i think that a big part of why this is partially due to perhaps confidence that is a little performative on it's part, BUT that is also genuine as well.

and i know that that might not make complete sense without context because i myself think that my method of explaining things sometimes can be confusing LOL. though, i promise that i'll explain what i mean in a second. this is something that i've only briefly touched upon in both blamore's carrd and in an earlier post on here thus far + as such, i'm going to talk about it more in depth here, but even before it's transformation — blamore was someone with a 'big' personality and this sort-of showed through him seeming to be full of confidence as well as being quote spontaneous, especially for someone who seemed to have such a laid-back father. it's also important to know that blamore's father was also very supportive of it, however, though he felt like he couldn't express who he really was while he was still in annecy with thérèse. for, as you may be familiar with, thérèse was... well, there's really no other way to put it besides that she was abusive and as a result, blamore felt like he always had to be walking on eggshells around her.

this is done in order to try to prevent or minimize any future occurrences of upsetting the abuser. but unfortunately, this rarely works and when it does, it's only temporary. and so for a while, blamore had lost his sense of self because he basically conditioned himself to only focus on what was happening outside of himself. and as a result, he had stopped listening to his inner voice for a while as a child, which is not a good thing but blamore viewed it as the only way he could possibly survive around her without completely breaking down so one can understand why he did it. it is also a common occurrence with those who have been abused, and although sacha (blamore's father) had tried to help his child heal from all of the psychological / emotional trauma that it endured at the hands of it's mother (which was made unknown to him by thérèse until he found her physically lashing out at him) with therapy as well as much positive reinforcement from him as possible that he could be the person he wants to be without having to fear that he'd be punished or ridiculed for it... there is still a part of it that is affected by the psychological abuse that was inflicted on it as a kid.

because it has made him chronically angry and self-tortured deep down inside, so although his true personality HAS been allowed to flourish in the years that proceeded sacha and its move to gotham, sometimes blamore falls into what he considers to be a 'bad habit' and be at least somewhat insecure about his identity / personality. so, yeah, although blamore usually always appears to be a very 'loud and proud' person on the outside that let's everyone know that he exists by completely sprawling out or just sitting in positions that call attention to him in general whenever he sits somewhere + gives them this idea that he's not going to let ANYONE make him feel like he can't take up space? sometimes, he feels like he's a kid all over again and one who doesn't know who he is.

and i can't lie, it is really sad. not to mention that it took blamore a while just to become even halfway comfortable in his skin the way it is now because, as far as medical doctors like nico morselli are concerned, it's downright PUZZLING that he's still alive with the way he is now and to suddenly be thrust into being dehumanized by so many people was... very disorienting for blamore, to say the least. but he's tried his best to turn this dehumanization on its head by trying to embrace that he's something else other than just human now. but yeah, i know this was a bittt long, but thank you very much for the ask again! and i hope you're having a GREAT morning thus far :)

[ HUM ]:     sender begins to hum soothingly while spooning with the receiver.

so far, it had been a bad day for blamore, and not just an ordinary one. a spectacularly bad one. as with almost all creatures, he feared fire. it was something that both had the capability of completely destroying the flora growing within him and causing damage to his skin after all. blamore was still partially human, though it sometimes didn't feel like it was. and to say that he was grossly unprepared for the audience that he had waiting for him at the site where he planned to give out yet another one of his seeds today? it wouldn't be an exaggeration, unfortunately, and this was all because of the element. of fire. which, was something that it was trying not to beat itself over right now, but that seemed to be something that was hard whenever it was both angry and in pain.

his rage consumed him to the point where blamore didn't even remember that he'd invited eliza over that day whenever he finally managed to get back to his garden. and so, you can imagine it's surprise whenever it came face-to-face with the redhead, after aggressively pushing some glasses onto the floor that were in it's kitchen and put a hole in the cupboard after kicking it multiple times to try to 'let off some steam.' in addition to distracting itself from the pain radiating from its back. blamore's eyebrows completely hiked all the way up as they made eye contact, then, ragged breaths coming out of it's mouth, ❝ eliza, what are you — ❞ that's when he caught the sight of all of the broken glass in the mirror nearby through his peripheral vision. blamore suddenly felt all of the blood rush to its head, and all of his anger fizzled into nothing because it had done that in front of elizabeth.

he didn't know why eliza wanted to stay after that. maybe it was because they had made such a mess out of it's back, she took pity on blamore. elizabeth seemed to want to comfort him now what with how he felt all he could do was cry while he said he was sorry and that he hoped he hadn't scared her; the pain meds he'd swallowed taking their sweet time to go into affect being a factor as to why he was crying as well. now they were up in it's hammock and eliza was spooning him. blamore's sniffles and occasional sobs were the only sounds filling the air for a time, it seemed, but then eliza began humming. his lip quivered for a moment as he listened to her, ❝ aha, you are insane for staying here, you know that? but all the same... i don't want you to leave. it hurts, it hurts a lot. and i'm so sorry i did that in front of you. ❞

Hi please answer my question !!

Which placements and aspects indicates having anger issues and will be very scary when angry ?

heyy, i want to start by saying that i get super sweet and endearing vibes from you haha

t/cw: multiple mentions of anger issues

hot-headed placements 💣💢🔥

° leo/aries/(sometimes)gemini suns

° mars/pluto in 1st/10th house

° mars/pluto in 4th house/conjunct ic

° aries moon/moon on an aries degree

° moon square/opposite mars

° moon square/opposite pluto

° pluto conjunct mars

° uranus conjunct mars

° scorpio/fire rising

honorable mentions/notes

° afflicted libra/pisces placements may bottle up their anger and because of this they're prone to having outbursts of anger from time to time if that makes sense

° mars in 3rd/11th house people tend to have things they're sensitive about so they can get angry and defensive when they're provoked

° out of all the sun signs leos seem to be more likely to have public arguments/outbursts of anger

thank you for this question, anon. i hope i was able to give you a satisfactory answer. take care and stay safe

Pits

You’ve had a bad day, so you go to the only place you feel completely comfortable being an ass. Could be a oneshot could be a story, who knows at this point. Angst. Reader has no gender. Highschool au, human au, reader is not called y/n

I need inspiration to keep writing this and improving my writing skills. I have no idea how long I'll keep this going or if I'll even post this fic again but here.

To say you were pissed would be an understatement. Your hair was charred at the ends from a failed chemistry lab, your favorite jacket was soaked in rain water. At least the water helped with the burn somewhere your mind tried to reason. It was minor but still hurt like a little bitch another part said whilst wishing you’d snapped at the careless classmate who did it. Instead of walking home to your house you made the short trip from the bus stop to Monty’s place, not even bothering to stop by yours to let your parents know where you were headed. Well, they probably knew where you were anyways.

You opened the door and let it slam closed.

“I’m home!” In response you heard a loud grumble from the kitchen. Instead of heading to greet your friend you immediately went down to the basement and began setting everything down. Carelessly you changed into some of his clothes and went looking for the stray bag of chips you knew he kept down here despite his housemates' protests. He stomped out of the bathroom and stared at you for a second. It must’ve been one of his housemates in the kitchen. You simply rolled your eyes at the blush creeping onto his cheeks as you kept searching for the chips.

“Do I even get to ask?” You only made a noise of discontentment when you realized the chips were gone and you found the empty bag instead. “What’s there to say?” you sat on the couch with a huff. It was clear as day he was finding some form of entertainment in your disdain and instead of comforting you he sat as well and started flicking through channels. He knew you’d blow up eventually, just like him you were a ticking time bomb of rage. All it took was him to glance at you with a raised eyebrow for you to cave and start shouting.

“Okay what the actual fuck man?!!?”

“Excuse me?”

“DUDE! You can clearly tell I’m pissed off and you aren’t saying shit!” To which he laughed and that only made you wanna explode even more.

“You know I love it when you’re pissed,” Your face was red with anger at this point but he continued, “The hell am I supposed to do. I’m shit with feelings and you know it!” Fists balling up with raise you went and punched him hard in the shoulder he laughed even harder. “Look mate, we aren’t gonna get anywhere by talking.”

He began to stand up and wander over to where his golf clubs were stashed. He grabbed a pretty hefty one and handed it to you before setting up his mattress on the wall. “Go nuts, just don’t hit the walls” He turned off the tv turned up the radio and you fucking beat the shit out of that mattress. You went at it for at least a good thirty minutes before finally stopping.

“Better?”

You grunted in response. You dropped the club and sat back on the couch, only to lay your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and turned off the music. The silence filled the air as you watched the storm from out the window. You could feel him staring at you. "Get caught in the rain again?" "...yeah."

You hate how many times this has happened before. How many times you've had to come here so you didn't blow up on some innocent bystander. guilt gnawed at your stomach, and your rage had completely fizzled out leaving you in a… melancholy mood.

You tried to find a spark of emotion to express because that's what you and him do around each other, express everything… but it's gone. You're just… tired and hungry.

The hungry part was normal, eating food was always a battle of whether to let you enjoy the satisfaction or to try to make yourself feel better 'for longer' by not eating. The chips were the only thing that sounded good today and they were gone. A bird passed by and ate a worm, you frowned.

"Hey…"

For once he was trying to be gentle. He moved slowly closer to you, well as close as he could. He knocked his knee against yours successfully pulling you from your mind.

"Hm?"

"Let's go get food."

"I'm not hungry."

He just kinda sighed and closed his eyes for a moment,"you were looking for chips earlier, you probably haven't eaten all day." He wasn't lying and you just scooched further from him on the couch, in his mind it proved the point, "... Please?"

As if on cue one of his housemates called from upstairs, "MONTY! COME GET FOOD!"

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Do you want to willingly come or do I have to drag you?”

You sorta half rolled your eyes and watched him stand up. His eyes were open and held mischief and destruction, you realized he was being completely serious and would 100 percent carry me upstairs and make sure I your head would get knocked against the doorway thus not wanting a concussion you stand but very grumpily.

You both make your way up the stairs except you kind of freeze when you reach the top. Freddy, one of the popular kids from school, stood in front of you. Unfortunately he got caught in the cross fires when people were trying to put you out. You only had a few classes with him but you knew him well enough from that experience. He smiled awkwardly and looked at monty. “Are you two gonna eat?”

“I’m not-” “Yes.”

Freddy raised a curious brow at Monty but he didn’t question it. All of you made your way to the dinner table and you all sat together. It was awkward to say the least.

You didn’t talk much, trusting Monty to keep the conversation going while you picked at your food. In all honesty you wanted to back bydownstairs, to hide away in the little angry safe space that you two have created for each other. Eventually dinner and dishes were done and Monty dragged you back downstairs. You were afraid you’d disappointed him.

“Hey- fuck- I’m-” He got mad at the words and kicked the couch in frustration before turning back to you- “You’re really feeling like shit huh?”

You couldn’t look at him. Afraid he’d be angry or harsh about your feelings. Everyone was always rude or harsh about your feelings.

“I’m just feeling… sensitive” You heard him choke back a laugh. “What kind of uh… sensitive?” “just… hurt?” You could hear him sigh, he sat on the couch and you made a move to leave.

“I’ve gotta go home before my parents kill me. I’ll see you tomorrow,” and then you left. You didn’t bother to grab your bag or clothes, even after you got home you didn’t put burn cream on your neck or back. You just laid in bed and dealt with the pain. Your parents didn’t come home that night. Only showing up while you were getting ready for school.

Once more, you felt the familiar feeling of anger bubbling up. You were angry… again.

A quick vent cause I need to get this out.

I’m so angry all the time, I hate it and I’m so angry that someone talking to me(any way) can set me off.

Today I just told someone to move things that they took out away from my bed and dresser and instead they shoved it in my Knick nack space, knocking over some things. They’ve been doing this for so long and recently I’ve had enough.

And I’m always in pain, there isn’t a moment I’m awake that I feel relief unless I take 3 extra strong pain pills. I sprain my ankle a lot and two years ago I twisted my right ankle. I didn’t go to the hospital or a doctor and it hasn’t healed right. I can’t not walk as I have to get to school but it’s getting to be too much.

I slipped down the stairs two days ago and hurt my left hand. Which wouldn’t matter if when I got angry I didn’t hit things or myself to keep me calm(or at least to stop me from doing something I’ll regret). I could barely move my finger yesterday and it was swollen to the point I thought I had hotdogs for fingers. I was able to straighten and bend it a little today but the person that pissed me off earlier in the story decided to not listen to me.

They’ve been stealing my stuff and I just found my SPECIAL markers-case- that I barely use(so they stay nice and usable) in their stuff with only four left in them. The four that were left were the “ugly” and empty colours. They also been stealing my makeup products, my clothes, my underwear and anything I get that they want( and I’m black so the underwear part is disgusting ).

Usually I wouldn’t get as mad but because of a recent change in schedule I didn’t have anytime to cry or breakdown this weekend. So I got angry and hit my left hand on my bed post. I fell to the floor but they didn’t care and as I was silently crying they just asked “what I was going to do with that thing” the thing that they took out.

I threw it on the floor at their feet and went to my computer. The only thing that was stopping me from crying(which was my playlist) and I had to turn it off once the light was off. I turned it up a bit to get the last little serotonin left and l was told(very rudely) to turn it off. I slammed it closed and climbed up to my bed. I heard the person say how no one did anything wrong to me and how I’m angry for no reason.

I deserve to be angry for what they did and I’m crying as I write this. I can’t even do anything about it cause I’ll probably get in trouble. During this whole writing session I’ve been trying to move my finger to type and it’s so hard. I think I’ve done something to it but I’m already so tired. I just need to get all my anger out another way.

Their slowly ruining what I love and I care about them so much. They are hurting me with their comments and they know it. They steal what I like and leave what I don’t I’m done helping them.

Thanks Reader, you’ve been a great help.