#sigh. anxiety.

[brutally-loving]

F/O that recognizes when you're triggered. They take the time to ground you. Redirect you from those thoughts that swim so horribly in your head. Maybe they'll remind you of something you like. Maybe they'll mention something that made them think of you earlier. Maybe they'll touch you and remind you that they're there. No matter what, they SEE you. They see your struggle. They see how hard it is, how panicked you look, how upset you can become over these things that don't always effect others. They tell you that it's okay, that they understand. They're there for you. It will be okay. This, like everything else, will pass. They're gonna be with you while you ride it out, and beyond that too.

PR-OSH.IP DNI! READ DNI BEFORE REBLOGGING.

[dragonbabes]

Ok this might be cheesy but in my Crow!Rook play-through, I’ve had Lucanis on my team since we yoinked him out of the Ossuary. I have done quite a bit since then, and have now finally decided to give the man a damn break. My brain, dreamer that it is, took the thought and ran.

Rook leaves with Davrin and Bellara. Lucanis thinks now he has time to sit and catch up on the missives from contacts he’s let pile up, maybe try that new brew Teia got him as a “welcome-back-from-the-dead” present.

But as he works, he finds his gaze trailing toward the door of the dining hall, expecting to catch sight of that lopsided grin — one that makes his heart forget itself and stutter — burst through the doors. He’s gotten use to the sound of Rook, it seems. He enjoys some quiet with his coffee, anyway.

Sighing down into the seat at the fire, the assassin inhales that warm, rich coffee frangrence rising with the steam. He gives it a light swirl; a very light, practiced movement of his wrist. His brow pinches slightly at the sharp pain racing up his arm, the result of a nasty blow from a hurlock and a sloppy block on his part.

Rook was quick to take the hurlocks attention with a precisely aimed arrow that had embedded itself in the hurlocks throat… He’d expected the dark spawn to fall over, but it charged the younger crow.

The fight was brutal — Lucanis shudders at what would’ve happened if all the darkspawn they put down that day would’ve gotten into Minrathous’ streets — and Rook, he remembers, took a few blows themselves.

The cup pauses just as it touches Lucanis’ lips. Trouble finds Rook… Or perhaps it’s Rook who finds it (maybe they’re one and the same). What sort of trouble has that reckless assassin found this time? Will Davrin know to keep an eye on Rook’s left, which they always leave open?

Is Rook cutting it too damn close right now? As he sits there, hesitating to drink his perfect brew, Rook could be fighting. Could be bleeding.

Could be loosing.

“Where is Rook?” Spite asks.

And all Lucanis can manage is a quiet response, nearly a mumble as the flicker of the fires flames consume him while that feeling — the feeling of a hand around his throat, tightening, heart moving from a flutter at the thought of Rook to an aching thud — is consuming his chest, “I don’t know.”

Rook has made it this far without him. They’re strong; the strongest he’s ever known. And with a beautiful smile, too. A dimple that forms in their cheeks, and a curve of their eye to illuminate that mischievous spark. A laugh, strong and sweet, like the feeling of the sun hitting his face for the first time after leaving the Ossuary… The only reason he is out of that hellhole -

“You gonna drink that?” Hardings voice snaps him from the flames. Her brow raises and her mouth wobbles with a smirk, “You’ve been staring at the fire like that for minutes.”

“Ah, I was lost in thought.” He disarms her with a quick smile. A delicious brew will make a person think. He will miss the taste when he finds the bottom of the cup. Which he will. It’s inevitable.

All delicious things come to an end.

Lucanis takes a small sip…

Anyways that’s what I started thinking about before I entered the crossroads… I’m gonna go recruit Taash now 💕

[wormspoodle]

mm leo doodles :]

[milkamel]

I think that Killer and Cross should kiss,,

Like- just a sudden thought. An honest opinion.

Idk why I'm posting this I feel a little silly

(If anyone has any headcanons about them or something like that I'd love to hear them- like idk in the comments or the ask- I'm so bad at talking to people it's so scary and nervewracking but I really want to fkgjfkj-)

[sweet-marigold]

Hands you a fizz

[crabsnpersimmons]

i was meaning to reply to some asks today, but then the anxiety hit

so i'm gonna take it easy for the rest of the day. i'll be okay, i just need some rest

for now, here are some cake roll inspired DCA OC doodles i did before the anxiety hit

their names are Beri (a strawberry cake roll) and Cheri (a black forest cake roll) and they are 6 inches tall

[fumifooms]

Thinking about them…

[xenasaur]

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[orangefuckingjuice]

made this for myself

[apotelesmaa]

I don’t think ppl give enough credit to rui for his dedication to fucking with people (outside of tsukasa of course) like. Knowing & acknowledging that nene wants nothing to do with him and Tsukasa on her first day of second year and deliberately following tsukasa to loudly ask if she’s getting along with people (just to be a jackass)? Implying his gift to akito will explode even though it won’t bc he wants to bug akito? Like I think rui at his core is full of love and a desire to make ppl smile but I also think he’s 200% committed to the bit first and foremost. If something will be funny he’s going to do it regardless of the consequences. Guy filled with zero social anxiety & a never ending desire to embarrass his friends.

[burnt-breadtoast]

He tries her favorite energy drinks

[redr0sewrites]

jason todd would be so good at comforting his s/o through a panic attack i said what i said

edit: MADE A FIC ABOUT IT HERE

[reasonandfaithinharmony]

Do I want this project to be finished? Yes.

Do I want to be the one to finish it? Also yes.

Do I want to work on it? Only in theory, it seems.

[nineraeix]

I remember now why I had actively banned myself from drawing Elias. I haven’t done anything else for the past 72 hours.

[talking-2-the-wall]

here's a dump of all the epic the musical sketches I've made plus a lil hamilton ref I just drew up to distract my mind

canon interaction (their situations happen centuries apart)

[sweet-marigold]

The Martha may to his grinch