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i just dreamt of a medieval love with henry cavill and let me tell you, it was a goooooooooood dream
#🥵🥵🥵#it was like watching an actual tv show#but in my own pov#thank you so much for this brain#you were awesome#henry cavill#rai rambles#it’s literally 4am and i just woke up#gonna go to bed again and try to have this same dream#obsessed
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pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual
im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out
#like im asexual its def not gonna be like that for me#but she still thinks it is soo#but like. cuddling can totally be platonic there doesnt gotta be such a fuss abt it 😭#i get her pov but c'mon#asexual#aromantic#<- for reach#edit: ...its censored because i want to btw#like. ik im in the horniest social media but i wanna censor it so i do#ik i wont get shadowbanned like in tiktok lmao#im not even in tiktok......😭#so yup i censored it for my own comfort 💯 hope this answered your questions pls shut up now lmaooo
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Role reversal AU
#pov: the most devious up-and-coming gangster checks into you and your wife’s redemption hotel#Charlie being alastor’s role model would be so funny#and he would be such a little punk as he tries to use the her resources and power to build his own and become an overlord#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#charlie morningstar#vaggie#alastor#my doods#role reversal AU
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take responsibility.
#i am always thinking abt anya and how she is simultaneously central to the story and kept out of focus by jimmy's pov#eventually culminating in this scene where everything is about her and yet she herself does not -- cannot -- appear#the way the scene immediately ends with polle's question there -- the revelation that jimmy won't accept.#he is confronted with the truth and turns right back to the story he wants to tell himself where he's the hero#mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#my art#uh. feel like this probably could use some content warnings (besides you know. the game itself being its own warning) but idk what#so. ask to tag i guess
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99% of what I read is angst but you know what my secret favorite fanfiction category is? Outsider POV. I love a good fic where we’re in the perspective of characters who have no idea what the fuck is going on and are stuck watching our MCs be absolutely ridiculous. I love every version of this trope. It could be mostly text based. It could be mostly social media based. As long as it checks the boxes? I’m all in. You don’t understand. I think the first one of these I read was with Sam and Dean Winchester as kids in school from the perspective of a guidance counselor. I have been ruined. I have read every fic I could find with the premise of SkyGem’s Retirement AU (Yuri On Ice). I read White Collar DC crossover fanfiction despite not knowing or caring about White Collar because I treat it like outsider POV fanfictions with a fun identity reveal element. My favorite My Hero Academia fanfiction of all time is entirely made up of social media bit and bobs (tumblr posts, twitter posts, text message chains, etc). I am currently reading a Carmen Sandiego fic like this and it is such a crack fic. It is so unserious. I can’t put it down. I am so hooked.
#fanfiction#fanfic#archive of our own#ao3#ao3 fanfic#supernatural#batman#robin#yuri on ice#skygems retirement au#my hero academia#white collar dc#carmen sandiego#outsider pov#outsider pov fanfic
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the funeral
#my art#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#henry emily#william afton#michael afton#elizabeth afton#it’s a henry pov i can’t explain. robots and analysis and all that. grins. annotations#i. oughhhhgggh#i need to sleep so not gonna explain all the text BUT. THETES SO MUCH TO READ INTO. GRINS#drawing this broke my HEART#INTERTWINED. SEWEN TOGETHER. NOT A LOt. JUST FOREVER.#OKAY. WALKS INTO THE WOODS.#still here. his car!#poor kid. never again.#guy who can be really normal about his own art
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I finally get to share this stupid ass meme
#rottmnt#my art#fanart#donatello#rottmnt donnie#confrontation#pov make memes for your own comic#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt leo#michelangelo#leonardo#meme
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I don’t like minimizing the importance and gravity of Laios and Toshiro’s fight into just being a childish squabble, even if to a degree it is framed that way, because to both of them it has a lot of personal significance and emotional weight and runs very deep to their characters… The fight isn’t nothing it’s a LOT, they made up but it’s not something easy to express and to get over for either of them which makes it all the more meaningful! I’m on both sides but there very much are sides, there’s no "they’re both having a ball, Toshiro and Laios hand in hand yay" side to the fight, that comes after
The fight with Toshiro WAS very scary to Laios, almost existentially so, but it’s moreso the "I thought I’d made a friend!!" bit and my god. My god actually
Like it’s not "just" about oh his friend liking him less than he thought, THAT IS SO MUCH. It’s a bond he thought he had being a lie it’s all the time and moments spent together either being a lie from his perspective or marred now looking back. It’s not only being upset at Toshiro for lying but upset at himself that he’s so easy to fool, it’s being upset that there’s something so wrong with you that you can’t even tell if your "close buddy" even actually likes you or not, it’s like. Holding my head. He can’t trust his own vision of events that happened do you see. There’s always this film of distrust that it could be a lie that should be there when he interacts with people there’s always this sense of cloak and dagger to expect backstabs out of nowhere because you CAN’T see it coming you CAN’T you CAN’T there’s something about you which makes it impossible so you CAN’T-
He’s so scared of not being able to read people. He knows it’s a weak spot he has, he’s always known. All of these bits are centered around social expectations and betrayals, the assumption that he doesn’t belong either in society or with other humans.
And Laios’ level of awareness is actually sort of complex to analyze, but it’s there, there’s how out of him and Falin he was the one sensitive to the ~aura of hatred~ he felt from the townspeople, there’s of course his nightmares whispering to him about the mocking looks, and how yeah actually he realizes that his gold stripper coworker was taking advantage of him. There’s of course the Winged Lion speech about his trauma and how he fundamentally mistrusts/dislikes humans to some deep seated degree, this distrust that he still keeps under control always. There’s how pre-canon he often wanted to suggest eating monsters but never worked up the courage to bring it up with the others. There’s how he gets across as stoic when he isn’t being enthusiastic…… We don’t know how aware and wary he is exactly in the moment but we do know he has some anxiety around social stuff, and looking back he does notice and aughh augh, the sense you have to hide yourself to not get hurt and be on your guard and shit and.
When you don’t know what to look out for and when to look out for it, the general ‘common sense’ of not always trusting people or noticing when someone’s messing with you becomes hypervigilance in social settings
"Man they really know what you hate huh". Being socially unaware literally plagues him, he knows, he knows it so well.
It’s so quick that it’s almost hard to digest how literal and blatant Laios summoning his monster to crush all the people who’ve hurt him is. His literal go-to coping mechanism for comfort in his literal monster-induced emotionally intense nightmares, saving him by taking away the upsetting element (the humans)
"Monsters are his coping fantasy, where they can whisk him away from humanity, all the hurt it’s caused him and its arbitrary rules" with the subtlety of a brick. Monsters are his comfort safe zone "because they kill humans" yes but no it’s because he pits them as the guardians against humans who to him are in the role of the agressors. To him they represent freedom from the shackles of what it means to be part of humanity, a fundamentally social species
#Fumi rambles#Was asked to post this but a lot of this is present in my shuro-Laios fight analysis from Laios’ pov#Bite sized fumi#Laios touden#Meta#happy nightmare chapter day#Character analysis#Spoilers#dungeon meshi manga spoilers#And humanity being a social species is ofc ultimately not shown as a negative.#Dunmeshi is about unity and coming together when seeking to understand that which you do not!!!#But yeah like imagine if you will that you can never really trust your own perspective of events because you literally can’t tell#Wether the person likes you or hates you and you just can’t tell. Even when they ARE being obvious about it#The nightmare scene is so real like I def have vivid memories where I’m like ‘Ah yeah they cringed here#that should have been a dead giveaway’. It wears on self-esteem and self-trust. Like “you don’t belong in society” in a way they’re#sorta like factually not wrong and like. Oh ok man. Sitting down#Just spitballing here obvi. Personal experience. Hey did you guys know that dunmeshi is good. Man. It’s good#Dungeon meshi#Analysis#Feeling The Owl House Gus meltdown episode in tha club tonight#Sobbing about how the flashbacks we see of Laios’ childhood are only happy when it centers around Falin or the dogs
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#asoiaf#im just pondering this morning. personally i imagine dany’s story as hardest logistically#but that oldtown and beyond the wall are maybe a challenge unto themselves as well#bc of how removed they are#arya is quite removed but also her plot is quite contained and he always says he could write loads of braavos#anyway think im gonna vote Dany. on my own poll#also I know a lot of these strains cross over so just pick whichever encompasses the most tricky pov in your opinion
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They like to visit their favorite human every once and a while. [Original Characters]
The building is haunted, but the ghosts get attached to the workers [specifically the older ones who work there.]
The new workers are afraid of encountering them [most probably don't even know they exist and think it's just a rumor] while the older workers are used to them.
They're especially fond of this one guy in particular. He's been working here for 30+ years. They treat him like your indoor cat and he leans into their affection because he's a lonely starved old man who everyone sees as strict and indifferent.
[Note: This affection only extends to the older workers of the haunted building. (New workers have been reported fainting around their presence.) Others will not be treated as nicely. Please keep your distance and notify guards during an encounter.]
#original character#original characters#original character art#original comic#oc#oc art#oc comic#horror#horror ideas#slice of life#writing ideas#I like the idea of this office building being haunted#and having this very scary ghost in there#but also the ghost treats the previous workers like little animals [affectionate]#pspspspsps here kitty kitty#the ghost owns this house#in the ghosts POV: they are just strays coming in whenever they please#because the building actually used to be an old place of the dead that had to be abolished#and now the dead turned into an amalgamation ghosts who haunt this building#anyway#very stoic old man and scary ghost who WILL kill you#they love each other [platonic] [in a family way]#my drawing museum
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More stuff from stage play photos I have saved! This scene was definitely one of my favourites, XD
#pov: you're trying to get stuff done but failing#william james moriarty#sherlock holmes#sherlock and moriarty#hehehe#moriarty the patriot#yuukoku no moriarty#i loved this scene so much#the way sherlock just barges in like he owns the place#like#i was bored#so imma talk to you#i figured out where you work too btw#which you know since im here now#even if we have literally never spoken outside of random encounters#i still decided to visit you#at work#because#i wanted to#:)#and moriarty's just like: .....#'i have math homework to grade'#btw#artist's note i guess#im gonna be kind of busy#for the next few months#since my university starts up again in like two days#so definitely gonna slow down on the art front#anyway#i like moriarty the patriot
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krtsk pilots au no one asked for
#pov ur otp is flying the plane and it's gonna be ur last flight lmao#husbands pilot so hooooot#they're in the cockpit for a reason#HEHH#kurotsuki#kuroo tetsurou#tsukishima kei#kurotsukki#krtsk#haikyuu!!#hq fanart#laughing at my own jokes real bad loool
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Alternate universe where D is a football player because I can honestly see it 😂
They'd still be FwB with MC, who's a cheerleader (I love cliches heh). But at one of their final matches, they immediately run to MC after winning and kisses them in front of everyone. I've been thinking about this a lot
the locker room smelled like a nauseating mixture of sweat and antiseptic. there was an overall nervous energy in the whole area because of the upcoming game: the biggest of the season.
yale (bulldogs) vs princeton (tigers). the oldest college football rivalry in america since 1873. truthfully though? you really did not have that as your priority at the moment.
D’s shoulders were tense as they leaned against the row of lockers, their football gear half on, half off, like they couldn’t decide if they were gearing up for the game or gearing up for this conversation with you. you stood in front of them, your arms crossed, trying to hide the way your voice wavered as you spoke.
“why are we even doing this if it doesn’t mean anything to you?” you asked, your words sharper than you’d intended. you didn’t want to sound hurt, but the cracks were already showing and you hated yourself even more for it. “you said you loved me, D. was that a joke?”
D flinched, their jaw tightening.
“it wasn’t a joke,” they muttered, not meeting your eyes. “you know it wasn’t.“
“then what the hell is this?” you gestured between the two of you, the space that felt both too close and too far apart. “why can’t you just—” you stopped, biting back the lump rising in your throat. “why can’t you just be fair to us for once?”
D ran a hand through their damp brown hair, their helmet still sitting on the bench behind them. “because it’s complicated, alright? i’m really not good at this. i don’t know how to—”
“how to what?” you interrupted, your voice breaking. “how to be with someone who actually loves you? how to let yourself care about someone? how to not be a complete asshole?”
their silence was worse than any answer they could have given. you felt the sting of it like a slap.
“forget it,” you said, your voice quieter now, resigned. “this isn’t worth it. i’m not worth it, apparently. not to you.”
“don’t say that,” D said quickly, their voice low and rough, but before they could step toward you, the door opened, and your cheer teammates poked their heads in.
“hey, come on!” one of them called, her tone light but urgent. “we’ve gotta go!”
you hesitated, your gaze flicking between D and the exit. you wanted them to say something—anything—that would make you stay, that would make you believe this wasn’t just another dead end. but they didn’t.
so you left, letting the door swing shut behind you, leaving D standing there with their heart in their throat and everything unsaid on their tongue.
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the stadium was alive in a way that almost felt sentient, the roar of the crowd reverberating through the air, through the ground, through your chest.
the cheer routine was designed to dazzle; full of sharp, explosive movements, tight formations, and splits that skimmed the edge of possibility. every count of the eight-beat rhythm had its place: a high V at one, a perfectly synchronized clap at three, a ripple of tumbling that broke apart and came back together like a flock of birds midflight.
there wasn’t room for hesitation. you had drilled it for weeks, the choreographer shouting corrections until the moves were muscle memory. your body knew what to do, even if your mind was stuck somewhere else.
somewhere else was D.
you couldn’t see them from the sidelines, not at first. the field was a mass of bodies, yale’s blue and white clashing violently with princeton’s orange and black, and it all blurred together under the floodlights.
the roar of the crowd pressed against you, a wall of sound that rattled your ribs, the kind of noise that demanded participation. you gripped your pom-poms tightly, smiling like your heart wasn’t threatening to give out, and launched into the first set of motions.
high kick. clap. shimmy. back handspring.
on the outside, you looked flawless, exactly like what the crowd wanted: all energy and excitement, no cracks in the façade. on the inside, your chest was a knot, the fight with D replaying on an endless loop in your head like a broken VHS tape.
the pyramid was next, the most complicated part of the routine. the bases braced themselves, strong and steady, while the flyers climbed onto their hands. you were in the middle, the top of the pyramid, the highest point for the crowd to see. it was a position of trust. you had to believe your teammates wouldn’t let you fall. it wasn’t something you usually thought about, but tonight, the irony cut deeper than you wanted to admit.
when you extended into the final pose, one leg straight, one bent, arms raised, your eyes landed on D for the first time.
they were in the huddle, standing tall as the team circled around them and the coach, their helmet tucked under one arm. the older man was shouting something you couldn’t hear, D’s face fierce with focus. you wanted to stay angry, but instead, you felt your chest tighten.
D was magnetic in the way they moved, their command of the team absolute. you hated how much you still wanted to be near them, how much your body betrayed you even when your heart was screaming.
the pyramid dismounted, your teammates catching you as you came down. you barely noticed the applause; you were too busy watching D jog onto the field for the first play.
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D’S POV
D glanced toward the sideline. toward you. again.
it was ridiculous, the way you could disarm them from thirty yards away. you weren’t even looking at them. your head was bent close to one of your friend’s, your pom-poms hanging loosely in your hands. you were supposed to be listening to your captain, but D could see the faint smile on your lips, the way you kept sneaking glances toward the field like you weren’t paying attention at all.
like your eyes were searching for D.
D tore their eyes away before anyone could notice. they didn’t need their teammates teasing them about this—not right now. it was bad enough that their chest felt like it was caving in every time they saw you, bad enough that your fight before the game was still fresh in their head, your voice sharp and shaking, your words a blade sliding between their ribs.
why can’t you just be fair to us?
the truth was, they didn’t know how to. not the right way. not in a way that didn’t make them feel like they were standing naked in a room full of strangers, every scar and bruise and ugly thing about them laid bare.
you deserved better than the mess that they were. you deserved someone who didn’t flinch at the idea of love. someone who could give you everything without being afraid they’d ruin it before it began.
but even as they told themselves that, D knew they couldn’t let you go. not really. not ever.
“alright, team,” coach barked, snapping D back to the present. “this is it. princeton’s undefeated this season, but so are we. you want to be champions? prove it. show everyone you’ve got what it takes.”
the team roared their agreement, slapping helmets and clapping shoulders, the kind of camaraderie that made D feel grounded and restless all at once. they shoved their helmet on and jogged out to the field, their cleats digging into the turf, their breath coming steady and sharp.
they could do this. for the team, for the win, for yale.
no.
for you.
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the first quarter passed in a blur of plays and hits, the kind of bone-rattling intensity that left D’s hands shaking with adrenaline. they took the snap, rolled back, dodged a tackle by inches, and launched the ball downfield.
the crowd erupted as yale’s receiver caught it just shy of the endzone, but D didn’t stop to celebrate. their eyes found you again, like a compass always pointing to their north star.
you were clapping, your pom-poms bouncing, but there was something off about your gorgeous smile. it didn’t reach your eyes, and D knew it was their fault. they’d put that ache there, and it killed them to see it.
focus. they had to focus.
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the second quarter was worse. princeton’s defense was relentless, their linemen big enough to make D feel small—a very uncomfortable thing. every play felt like a war, every hit a reminder of how close they were to losing. the score was tied at halftime, and the locker room was a mess of noise and sweat and tension.
“get your head in the game, diaconu,” their coach snapped, pulling D aside as the team filed out. “you’re playing like you’ve got something else on your mind. whatever it is, leave it in here. got it?”
“got it,” D said, even though they didn’t.
they didn’t leave it in the locker room. they carried it back onto the field, where it sat heavy in their chest, driving them forward and holding them back all at once.
you were watching. D could feel your eyes on them every time they stepped up to the line, every time they called a play. it made them want to be better, to play harder, to show you that they weren’t just a coward who couldn’t say the words you needed to hear.
it wasn’t enough to just win. they had to earn you back.
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YOUR POV
you watched in horror as princeton’s linebacker, a hulking person who looked more suited for professional wrestling than college football, blindsided D after a throw.
it was a dirty hit, helmet to helmet, and D went down hard. you froze, pom-poms slack in your hands, as the crowd erupted in boos. for a second, D didn’t move, and your chest seized with panic. but then they rolled onto their side, their hand going to their helmet, and relief flooded through you so fast it made you dizzy.
they got up, wobbling slightly, and waved off the trainers who tried to check on them.
your fingers dug into the plastic of your pom-poms, the edges biting into your skin. you wanted to scream at them to stop being so stubborn, to let someone take care of them for once. but you were stuck on the sidelines, powerless to do anything but watch.
it was the last quarter and the score was tied, and every play felt like life or death. the crowd was on its feet, the noise deafening, as D took the snap for the final play. they dropped back, scanning the field, their movements precise and fluid. princeton’s defense was closing in, but D didn’t flinch. and then, with a leap that seemed to defy gravity, they threw the ball downfield.
touchdown.
the stadium erupted. the crowd screamed. the cheer squad jumped and waved their pom-poms like their life depended on it, but you couldn’t move. you just stood there, your heart pounding, your eyes locked on D.
they ripped off their helmet, their face flushed and damp with sweat, and for a moment, they let their teammates surround them, clapping them on the back, shouting their praise. but D’s eyes were searching, scanning the sidelines, until they found you.
and then they ran.
it wasn’t graceful or dramatic—it was desperate and urgent, like they couldn’t get to you fast enough. the crowd blurred around you, the noise fading into a dull hum, as D closed the distance between you.
they didn’t stop when they reached you, just grabbed you and pulled you into their arms, burying their face in your shoulder like they were afraid to let go. you could feel their heartbeat racing, their chest heaving as they caught their breath.
“i’m sorry,” D said, their voice muffled against your uniform. “i’m so sorry. i’m an idiot. i was scared, okay? i love you and i didn’t want to screw this up. i didn’t want to screw you up.”
you pulled back just enough to look at them, their gray eyes raw and unguarded, and you felt your own walls crumbling rapidly.
“you love me?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
D nodded, their hands gripping your arms like you might vanish if they let go.
“i do. i love you,” they said, their voice cracking. “i love you so much it scares the hell out of me.”
you didn’t even realize you were crying until D’s thumb brushed a tear off your cheek. you let out a shaky laugh, leaning into them.
“i’m still supposed to be mad at you,” you said, but there was no heat in it.
D smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made your chest ache.
“yeah,” they said. “but can you be mad at me and be completely mine?”
you nodded, choking back a sob as you wrapped your arms around their neck, pulling them into a kiss. the noise of the crowd surged back in, louder than ever, and it mingled with D and your teammates hollering suddenly. but it didn’t matter. nothing mattered except D’s lips on yours, their hands on your waist, the way they held you like you were their centre of gravity.
when you finally pulled back, D rested their forehead against yours, their breath warm against your skin.
“will you still be cheering for me, baby?” they asked, their voice soft but hopeful.
you laughed through your tears, pressing another kiss to their lips. “always.”
#i love cliché scenarios lmao#just had to add D’s POV for the yearning 😤#please look away if you’re a cheer expert#had to do my own research for this lmao#i hope this is okay 😭#if: the ballad of the young gods#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#twine wip#ro: d diaconu#ro scenarios
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not my best work but also like. who cares. woe explosion be upon ye
#jimmy solidarity fanart#jimmy solidarity#solidaritygaming#lizzie ldshadowlady#ldshadowlady#ldshadowlady fanart#bamboozlers#scar gets his own piece once i finish all my. work due. very soon#wild life smp#wlsmp#wild life smp fanart#trafficblr#i was waiting for grian pov for SO LONG to figure out where he exploded them#life series smp#my art#this isnt like good but also like#we all have our off days and i was working on a doomed thing from the start#if i make another one like this that looks better ill go :)#but until then i need to draw the tragedy#grian was so mean for killing jimmy#something something the canary wasnt in its cage so he had to put it back#he needed to fix things since clearly jimmy wasnt dying of natural causes#so he just took it into his own hands#enough rambling bye
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Wargreymon battle display!!
Digimon Adventure (1999)
#digimon#digimon adventure#digimon 1999#wargreymon#taichi yagami#tai kamiya#battle display#fight sequence#metalseadramon#machinedramon#mugendramon#aesthetic#my own post#art#anime#2000s internet#gif#my gif#POV you are about to be blasted the fvck off#terra force#gaia force#great tornado#aerial dramon killer#dramon killer#fire#this one took me so long to make heheh
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I've been reading a Gravity Falls fanfic called "The Therapist" by @bapple117, where you - The reader- are Bill Cipher's Therapist in the Theraprism. I was on Bapple's Discord server and came across a conversation asking "What if Bill had a secret collection of art he made of the therapist and got super flustered when the therapist finds them."
Posted that and then someone mentioned that in a panic, Bill would probably try to eat the art and tries to eat the pages.
Anyways, I freakin' love this fic and this funky lil' guy.
#It's a self insert fic but as someone who's studied psychology and wanted to become a therapist... I really love this fic#The fic is also so fucking nice because it doesn't used any “Y/N” stuff or oddly switching POVs#thank u for ur service Bapple#Chapter 16 fucking broke my heart tho Bapple WHY#I desperately needed to rest my wrists from working on war drums so I took a break and decided to read some fanfics and do some light fanar#I live for fluff/angst/slowburn fics especially if they're well written#I live for flustered bill cipher#gravity falls#bill cipher#book of bill#the book of bill#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#archive of our own#the therapist#the theraprism#art#digital art#doodle#drawing#artists on tumblr
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