#calling my therapist

[bucksaiga]

thinking about how Max rested her head on Billy's lifeless body after he died and how she'd never gotten a chance to get that close to him or ever hold him while he was alive :)))))

how he looked into her eyes until the moment he died so her eyes are the last thing he saw before dying :))))))))

how she continued to pointlessly shake him while resting her head on him, even after knowing he was gone :)))))))))))

and how she probably wouldn't have left his body if El didn't take her into her arms to comfort her :)))))))))))))))

And the way her hand gripped into his shoulder as they were separated because she didn't want to LOSE HIM :))))))))))))))))))))))

[estellicss]

Dhmu only the real ones know 💔

[doctormori]

I love this book to death, so here's some things I noticed <3

[thebibliosphere]

I’m scared. I’m hopeful. I’m so scared to be hopeful.

Like what if I’m allergic like everything else? But also what if I’m not and I just can’t afford it? What if the EDS makes the nerve blocks less effective? But what if they don’t?

What if the pain stops.

What if the pain stops.

[starry-bi-sky]

this just in: danny fenton is just as much of a mask as Brucie Wayne? - another danyal al ghul au

Turns out, being placed in a civilian family who have no knowledge of your background is actually detrimental to the health and development of a child assassin due to lack of proper support! Surrounded by strangers in a foreign city, Danyal Al Ghul does as assassins do best. He hides. Espionage is one of many teachings one learns in the League, and it only takes half a day for Danyal to construct a new persona to hide behind: Daniel Fenton.

By the time dinner rolls around, Danyal al Ghul is safely and securely tucked behind the face of Danny Fenton; brand new adoptive child of the Fenton family who came from overseas. A shy, quiet little boy with a thick accent and curly hair, with brown skin and blue eyes, and an avid interest in the stars. The best fictions are always cobbled together in a little bit of truth, it's some of the only truth he ever lets through. He apologizes in a meek voice for his behavior early, he didn't mean to be rude, and he watches the three of them eat it up with coos.

Lies roll like silk against his lips, he struggles to meet their eyes and offers them his weakest, shyest smile. It's too easy. It's easy to go from there.

Danny Fenton, adoptive son, shy and awkward and unconfident but friendly. Who struggles in his classes and isn't the brightest, but tries his hardest. He makes bad jokes and has a quick tongue and a sarcastic mouth. He wants to be an astronaut. He's got the best aim in school, and is a terrifying dodgeball player. He's one of the least athletic kids in his grade.

It's like playing two truths and a lie, but there's only one truth, and the rest are lies. It's easy to pretend when he knows it's insincere.

Danyal Al Ghul, grandson to the Demon Head. Deadly, trained assassin. Has spilled blood, has had blood spilt from. Environmentalist, animal activist. He loves the stars. He owns a calligraphy set. A sharp tongue, an even sharper blade. He's clever, quick-witted, he would be top of his grade if he tried harder. He purposely doesn't.

He misses his family. He misses his mother, and he misses his brother. Mother visits a few times a year, so few times that he can count it on both hands. He cherishes every visit, as brief as they are. It helps remind him who he is.

Sam and Tucker are Danny's best friends. They've never met Danyal, but Danyal's met them.

It becomes routine to become Danny Fenton. As familiar and as easy as pulling on a shirt in the morning. Danyal wakes up and is always first to the bathroom in the mornings; stares at himself in the mirror until he can finally see Danny staring back at him. At night, he locks his door and sheds the mask.

Dying throws a wrench in his mask; splits a crack straight through the porcelain. He's able to smooth it over with sandpaper and liquid gold, but it's a little hard keeping his ghost form under wraps. It instinctively wants to shift to show his true self. Danyal can't have that, he's spent four years as Danny Fenton, he'll spend another four as him as well. Even if the feeling of the hazmat suit in his ghost form feels restrictive, like a too-small shirt suctioned to his skin that needs to be peeled off.

He'll live. Er-- well, you know what he means. It's frustrating however, trying to keep his Danny Fenton mask up even as Phantom - fighting in the air is something he needs to get used to, and the sudden propping of powers throws him off. But he is nothing if not adaptive, and he hates that he needs to slow his own skills down in order to keep pretenses up in front of Sam and Tucker.

The first time Danyal summons a sword when he's alone, is one of the few times Danyal gets to grin instead of Danny. He's fighting Skulker, and from an invisible hilt he draws a katana from thin air. It startles them both. Skulker takes a step back at the smile that spreads across his face.

They're both silent as Danyal examines his new sword.

"Do you know what people like me do to people like you, poacher?" Danyal finally asks him, the accent he began to hide a few months in slipping through. He drops all pretense, dragging the flat end of the blade slow and appreciatively against his palm. It's a good make, and when he cuts it through the air, it slices through like butter. He looks up at Skulker with a smile; "are you ready to find out?"

When Sam and Tucker ask about why Skulker seems so skittish around Danny now, Danny shrugs at them and says with a playful smile; "I don't know, I guess I kicked his butt too hard after our last fight." and he watches as Sam rolls her eyes exasperatedly, and Tucker snickers with his own joke.

By the time he reunites with Damian before their 15th birthday, Danyal is buried beneath so many layers of Danny Fenton that his brother will need a shovel to dig him out. He's not sure what he'll find.

[afterthelambs]

i adore Maruki as a character because he's simultaneously the most relatable depressing character that will make you cry with empathy, and the goofiest wettest cat loser in the game like what do you mean youre a licensed therapist and your first response to trauma is to brainwash a girl, project ur relationship issues onto a 17 yr old boy, and then rule the world in a golden leotard? bro went from 0 to 100 so fast??? anyway he's like 30% of the reason why p5r works as well as it does

[pumpkin-mines]

a couple wips. I don't really like drawing lately

[black-and-yellow]

The walk home from UA

[the-raindeer-king]

Nikto can be my parallel play buddy. Ask him to come sit with me so I can start working. He'd be perfect. Just sits there, silent, maybe reading a book, maybe staring at a wall, maybe watching me a bit unnervingly but it's just him being him

I'd never have a messy room again ngl 👀👍

PARALLEL PLAY WITH NIKTO!!!!

Now here's the thing. I really do think he'd spend most of the time just staring at you, convincing himself that you're real and that you like him. I think the first couple times you have come hang out, he feels like an intruder, a dark stain amongst the brightness of your room (regardless of if it's bright or not.) He doesn't belong in the world of plush bedding and silly cat plushies.

But the thing with a stray is that if you show them any ounce of kindness, they will come back.

Sure enough, he routinly comes back to your place, sometimes just inviting himself in. Don't ask how he has a key to your apartment. That's trivial information.

If you catch him reading while you're doing your business, it's usually whatever books you have lying around. Nikto will pretend to be uninterested if you try talking to him about it, but you've caught him dog-earring the pages to keep his spot.

Sometimes, he brings his own activities and books. Usually the books are in Russian, so you can't read them, but if you ask nicely, he'll read them out loud. Not in English, but you like listening to him speak his native tongue anyway.

Next time, he shows up with a bag full of yarn and knitting needles. When you ask, he grunts out, "Gift." And that's all the information you get out of him.

The gift ends up being a scarf, knitted with chunky, green yarn. It's a little rough, given it's his first time knitting, but it's nice nonetheless.

You can't see it from beneath the mask, but he's grinning like the Cheshire Cat when he sees you wearing it out in public.

[ataraxiaspainting]

Solace in You.

Yan Nobunaga x F Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, some infantilization, implications of past non-con, and major spoilers for the Yorknew Arc (Uvogin).

Word Count: 300.

*~*~*~*

Something is off about Nobunaga – more so than usual.

The phone he gave you used to be used strictly to call him with, but after a few weeks of asking him for more entertainment he downloaded a few games on it for you to play while he is gone for another heist. You’re unsure how it can have service and wi-fi and yet still have most of its functions nowhere to be found. Typing any number aside from Nobunaga’s on the dial keys will be met with silence. Co-op games are nowhere to be found in the app store. The app where you can search things up on the internet still works, but almost all results end up being age-restricted in some way.

“How was your day?” Nobunaga’s voice hardly comes out of the speakers – you can hear his breathing you think, or it belonged to some poor soul who just happened to cross him at a bad time. For once he doesn’t call you a nickname; another observation pointing to the fact something is wrong. You want him to suffer for what he has done to you, yes, but you also don’t want to be the sole thing or person he’ll use to let out some steam. 

It’s happened before and you still get nightmares about his hands grabbing you and-

“[First]?” Nobunaga calls out, interrupting your thoughts.

“It was fine.” You reply, your words essentially a broken record with how many times your captor has asked that very same question multiple times a day.

“That’s great,” A sigh, perhaps one of relief. “I’m glad.”

“Nobu?” You don’t call him anything aside from Nobunaga unless forced to, but you say the moniker because your gut tells you to. It’s for the best – it could help you not become a stress ball when he comes back from Yorknew. “Are… you okay?”

Only silence. You’re unsure if you’d want it to remain this way.

[thegreatkarma]

the anti hero, the archer, this is me trying, mirrorball, nothing new, castles crumbling, foolish one girlies

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

Ishtar Ereskigal room tour <3

(ft. Her girlies)

This is why she doesn’t have custody over Quachil

[fadingstudentbananacookie]

The fact that the whole Dance is centered around a 30-year-old Rhaenyra and a 50-year-old Daemon having beef with some 14-20-year-old nepo babies—including an alcoholic with mommy issues, an autistic pixie girl, an anime villain, and a twink—will never be not funny to me.

C&H set the bar in hell and Rhaenyra still couldn't jump over it 💀

I mean, no one in Team Green gave a single fuck about any of Rhaenyra or Daemon's children. They were either casualties in the war or minor annoyances for Alicent, Criston, and Otto. The Dragon Seeds were the ones who actually put up a good fight. Fuck, even Bloody Ben who was 11 in F&B, did so much more!

I literally just started laughing like a maniac alone in my room when I thought about this.

[loveindefinitely]

you, a therapist hired to see if there's any possible way to rehabilitate the country's most lethal killers. you, who becomes the object of desire for your patients. you, who comes to work with bruises from your abusive boyfriend.

soap, ghost, gaz, price, alejandro, rudy, könig and keegan who are gonna escape and find said boyfriend and make him beg for mercy.

[sexhaver]

my therapist asked me about the drake/kendrick beef unprompted during today's session it's so fucking over for drake

[brainrot-stitch]

Doodles from a dw rp I was just in!!! Honestly the best one I've had so far lol

Out of character that vs in character chat😭

Omg crazyy...

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