#idk. i like this idea

[lobo-inu]

little headcanon: the Draconic urges and instincts that Dragonborns experience almost act like intrusive thoughts, similar to OCD.

these can be exhibited as intrusive urges to dominate, to argue a certain point until you win, to act on aggressive or violent thoughts, to have full control over situations or people, the desperate need to be right, or else - so on, so forth.

my LDB deals with them a lot, yet he's gotten better about differentiating between these intrusive thoughts and his actual, logical Robin Thoughts - ones that are under his control, and not influenced by his draconic self.

meanwhile, a much more powerful Dragonborn like Miraak - someone who has indulged in his dragon blood more than most - is compltetely unable to tell the difference. to him and other Dragonborns of similar power, these thoughts are perceived as the same as their own conscious thoughts, wants, and needs. letting this go unchecked can easily pave a path of destructive behavior.

as someone with personal experience with OCD, the best way i've found to slowly heal yourself is to give those thoughts a new name. give them an identity of it's own, and disassociate them from your conscious self. they get easier to manage, and over time become null or almost unnoticeable.

what if this was a lesson the Greybeards offered to the Last Dragonborn? what if it's a key skill to being able to safely harness your Dragonborn powers, so they don't fall down a dangerous path of seeking power and control?

the Greybeards are ERP and CBT therapists

[bigskycastle]

the old cistern beneath the flood control system

[ermg33]

blood shadow

[skipblebee]

Sv au where everything is the same but it's like a reality tv show (the system takes interviews)

[ink-the-artist]

Found some sculptures from a few years ago that I forgot to sell! A couple snails and a creature named Kefir. I'll be listing these for auction on ebay soon :)

[hinamie]

how many hoodies can i give this kid

[nutmargaret]

miraculous doodles from last year

[anbaisai]

mermay means the perfect opportunity for me to expand upon the mayu secret third leech sibling au from a while back (why is this becoming a real AU)

[criiitter]

don't touch him plushy

[sun-marie]

Nightmare :(

[frownyalfred]

in the realm of like, rich kid problems, I want to someday read/write a fic where Nightwing is slowly establishing himself as a full-fledged JL member and everyone is relieved because finally, there's a nice Bat on the Watchtower who doesn't just shoot down their plans and deny their mission requests. but. while Nightwing is kind, and polite, and charming in all the ways the Bat isn't, he's still Dick Grayson. and Dick Grayson grew up as a very rich kid's suddenly very rich kid, which is to say while Bruce might not take it personally, Dick has been fending off people almost his entire life who were trying to use him for his Dad's money. which is to say, I think once Nightwing is on board and the relationship between him and Batman is at least somewhat well-known, there is suddenly a rush of younger, less-experienced members trying to take advantage of Nightwing, mistaking that kindness and openness for willingness to either voluntarily, or involuntarily, infringe upon and cross Batman's clear-cut boundaries. bribing Dick for a better monitor shift with Batman is one thing (it doesn't really work, Dick can't bribe Bruce with much as it is) but trying to convince Nightwing to lie to Batman? to go against him? his dad? the man who pulled him up when he had nothing and gave him meaning again? that man?? and then comes the inevitable, chilling realization, that while Nightwing might wear a different mask, might wear an open smile on the Watchtower and with friends off-shift, there are some lines he won't cross, same as Bruce. he won't, sure as the sun rises and the rot rolls off the Gotham Harbor in the morning.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa made her suit for the FNAF mimic..

[dewwshi]

this post touched me

[gwekkuu]

Zoro and his high maintenance captain d:

[kettlefire]

Muscle Memory (DpxDc)

Jason barely remembered getting back to his safe house or even finding his way to bed. The night had been so tiring, so busy, and so many parts of his body hurt.

The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Drifting off into dreamland for some much need sleep.

That was until a noise stirred him up from his sleep. It was a soft creak of one of his many loose floorboards.

It was in a flash that Jason was up, eyes still heavy with sleep, and a gun held to his thigh as he exited his bedroom. The soft light coming from his bathroom was the first hint.

When he pushed open the bathroom door, the sight before him had him holstering his weapon. Black hair, blue eyes, and blood. That's all Jason needed to see.

Jason would swear he wasn't still half asleep, that he knew this wasn't one of his brothers. In reality, still sluggish from a hard night and sleep deprivation, Jasin's brain had automatically assumed it was one of his baby brothers.

As he immediately settled into patching up the wounds, holding back questions for now. It wouldn't be the first time one of them came to him for aid when they didn't want Bruce to know they were hurt yet.

It was pure muscle memory as Jason worked. Yes, he didn't like the injuries, reminding himself to ask which rogue did this in the morning.

Now wasn't the time for an interrogation. Not with the barely concealed tears in those eyes, or the dark bags that decorated beneath them.

He barely grumbled for the teen to take the couch, reminding that there were extra blankets in the hallway closet. Dropping a few pills into the boy's hand to help with the pain he was surely in.

Jason left the mess in the bathroom, leaving it a problem for more awake him. He waved the boy off when he tried to speak, telling him they'll talk in the morning.

In the end, Jason was glad to finally face plant back into his bed. Barely bothering to curl up under the covers before sleep took over once again.

When morning came, Jason almost forgot about letting one of his brother's crash in his place. Stumbling out of his bedroom to immediately notice the lump on his couch.

He put a pot of coffee on, grabbing his phone, ready to let Bruce know that whoever came to him last night was safe and sound.

Except, when Jason moved over to confirm who it was, he finally noticed. This wasn't one of his brothers. And last he heard, Bruce hadn't taken in any new strays.

Jason stood over the sleeping boy, phone in one hand, and mind figuring out what to do. His mind replaying the half-asleep memories from last night.

It made sense, now that he thought about it. The boy had seemed so scared, so surprised that Jason was helping. The boy hadn't done anything either by the looks of it.

He didn't seem to have taken anything or even snooped. The boy seemed to have just crashed on the couch like Jason had told him to. He didn't come here to rob him or cause trouble. The kid had broken into his safe house only to raid his first aid kit.

The kid had broken into his safe house only to raid his first aid kit.

Well, Jason wasn't about to put Alfred's teachings to shame by being a horrible host either.

[hinamie]

make it vicious, take a stab