#keeping the peace / / ✿「 IC 」

[nelkcats]

Therapy needed

Danny needed therapy, that was pretty obvious. After the whole "my future self killed everyone because my family died" thing it became pretty obvious that he needed to acknowledge his traumas and deal with them properly before another Dan happened or his emotions just exploded. The fact that his parents wanted to kill him and no one would acknowledge his death was making things worse.

So he asked his sister for help, but Jazz being annoyingly responsible commented that he couldn't become her patient, something about how personal feelings could cloud her judgment and family can't give each other therapy. Danny thought it was a bit hypocritical considering she used him as a lab rat with her psychology books but decided not to say anything.

The fact that Jazz could not be his therapist made everything 10 times more complicated. First of all because Danny had a trauma with psychologists (and wasn't that ironic? He blamed Spectra for that), and secondly that no one would believe his whole life story or keep it a secret. It was unfortunate that the Yetis were general health doctors and not mental health doctors because that would have solved his problem.

Just as he was about to give up and continue to treat his traumas as a recurring joke, Jazz introduced him to someone. Her name was Harleen Frances Quinzel and she was completely crazy, but according to Jazz she was excellent at her job. Danny had his doubts but in the end he agreed to have an appointment with her.

Strangely, Harley Quinn lived up to his sister's expectations, not being upset when Danny asked to change the decor of the place (Spectra had done a number on his head, common offices became uncomfortable for him), nor when Danny almost froze her by accident. Harley was patient, attentive and considered all his suggestions, accepting or denying as needed. Danny liked it.

The only complaint the halfa had were about the stalkers on the roof who were always watching him on his way to and from Harley's house, it was getting very annoying. One of them panicked when Danny came out crying - couldn't a ghost face his traumas in peace!?

[icewindandboringhorror]

sneepy cozy....

[needlenxggin]

"I got lost on my way to the next town..." more like he was chased by four different bounty hunters.

[passionfell]

TAGS ; ANKITA CULATHENE

[ the scholar. ✑ ic. ] ankita. [ the mournful moon & the sickly owl. ✑ visage. ] ankita. [ where do i run to keep my peace? (nothing killed under my claws). ✑ isms. ] ankita. [ hurried thoughts of home; no solace from the unrelenting sky. ✑ aesthetic. ] ankita. [ a mirage in the desert (a choice left unmade). ✑ lore. ] ankita.

[ actually there's a difference between a labyrinth and a maze. ✑ crack. ] ankita. [ why should i fear you specifically? a strong breeze could kill me. ✑ dash games. ] ankita.

[ the stalwart sword; it would hurt us both to have been wrong. ✑ ankita & alwin. ] risingretribution. [ a book and a blade (there is power in you if you learn to wield it). ✑ ankita & lilstele. ] deityleft. [ the strongest i've ever known (you'd be well within your rights to tear it all down). ✑ ankita & ragna. ] spiteriisen. [ magic in a pretty lie (a lionheart is a fool; a coward is alive). ✑ ankita & avelin. ] spiteriisen. [ silence in memoriam (we are as we are; half a life can still be lived). ✑ ankita & hauk. ] spiteriisen. [ the creaking of a voiceless door (your life is yours alone; i promise you this). ✑ ankita & kaeli. ] spiteriisen. [ a choice and a killer (if you're not dead; why do i still hear your ghost?). ✑ ankita & esfaan. ] spiteriisen.

[epitomees]

" shirogane-san, can you not, um, sue these people for improper use of your face...? "

"No, there's no need to take such drastic measures when they have caused no physical harm upon me or damaged anything on my family's property. Fanatics are their own type of nuisance, but as long as they do not elevate themselves to white knight levels of devotion, spread defamations under my name, or say...send threatening messages, they are allowed to worship as they please."

That reminded her. She should double down on that restraining order soon before the winter months start.

[mcltiples]

send “OBSERVE”for a mini-drabble of how my muse sees and/or thinks about your muse while they do something completely ordinary. || accepting

@dynamoprotocol sent; OBSERVE! Rick for Clarissa

In the ship, laid down all of the way in the seat, as far as it could go, Rick couldn't focus on staring at the galaxies or the stars above them. Despite floating in space, with so much wonder and vastness to look at, he could only have eyes for Clarissa. Especially in this dim lighting, having her lay right next to him in the passenger's side.

He could from her side profile at how ease she looked. It's a feeling he knew all too well. So much happened in his day to day life, exploring the multi-verse, just existing as an intelligent being -- things were hard. And he knew the same to be true for her, too. She was in the same boat.

Some may call it a kindred type of connection that they shared.

It was nice, though. To share a moment of peace with her. It was something he rarely got to do with anyone. And having company, it made things a lot better. Her company was something he valued; cherished.

There were some words that laid on his tongue. Something he wanted to say right then. As he continued to be mesmerized with the way she watched the nebulas pass by. It was a perfect moment.

However, he decided against it. There was no need to ruin the comfortable silence. He wanted to keep her in her own world, allow her to untangle whatever mess of thoughts she usually had on her mind.

This moment, this trip, it was about release. For the both of them. He wanted her to feel at ease. So he would keep it that way. And if she wanted to seek him out, he would welcome it. He wouldn't deny her of anything.

That's how much he cared about her.

[brothersgrim]

RANDOM ASKS - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@perditos asked: The knock came on the front door just shy of two in the afternoon. It was a sweltering day, hot and dry, leaving the A/C over taxed. Outside ‘Taker would find three things: the sheriff’s car in his driveway, the sheriff, and Xion, with the Sheriff’s hand on her shoulder. “We found your daughter shooting’ off fireworks in town,” he said. “We’ll let her off with a warnin’ this time but don’t let it happen again.” They weren’t fireworks, she was fighting heartless, and saving this world from corruption by the darkness — but he didn’t know that.

He sighs. Heavily. He rubs at his temples with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing his eyes shut for just a moment. It wasn’t weird to have the Sheriff on his doorstep. Matter of fact, it happened pretty regularly. Usually it was for work, if a phone call didn’t suffice (though the older Keith got, the more Taker noticed that phone calls did, in fact, suffice). Got a body for you to look at, or this one’s an Out of Towner, think you or your brother can come handle it? (And long ago, when he was a person and Keith was not quite as grey and nowhere near as burdened, Keith had stood on the driveway with a shock blanket around a young boy’s shoulders as they both stared at the ashes of the home.)

But this scene in front of him now, that was pretty new. The Sheriff’s old, lined face, halfway between stern and exasperated. And the story - it’s ridiculous, but the Undertaker decides it’s easier for Keith if they just stick with that until the door closes. 

“Alright, Keith.” He says, sounding every bit the exasperated father that he is. “I’ll handle it. Thanks.” He’s given a nod and a ‘you better. We’re just glad nobody got hurt - this time.’ for his trouble, but at least it’s over with. He waits until the good Sheriff Markland is back in his car and pulling down the road before stepping back to make room for Xion to step inside. He’s not surprised as much as he is tired. He wonders if his parents had to deal with similar ‘complaints’ when he and Kane were young; he decides they probably did. (He wonders how they handled it all. And he wishes, not for the first time, he could ask them for advice.) He lets out another audible exhale before he closes the door. His hand lingers on the knob for just a moment longer before he finally turns to face her fully, crossing his arms over his chest. He stares at her for a moment, head tilted back and jaw working. 

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?”

[hoperays-song]

Johnny’s Guilty Of...

Ash, storming into a break room backstage: TAYLOR!!! YOU’RE DEAD!!!

Johnny, who was just trying to listen to music in peace, looking confused: What did I do??

Ash, throwing an empty ice cream carton at his head: You ate my ice cream... again!!

Johnny: I didn’t do it! I don’t have a death wish!

Ash, crossing her arms: I already asked Meena and Buster and they both said it wasn’t them so that just leaves you! Besides you’re doing the figeting thing you do with your sleeves when you lie! You’re guilty, case closed!

Johnny, dramatically offended: Excuse you?!?! The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also aiding and abetting in grand theft larceny.

Ash: ...

Johnny: Oh! And trespassing, a surprising amount of trespassing.

Ash: ... Just buy me another carton man.

Johnny: BUT IT WASN’T ME!!!

Ash, sarcastically: Oh YeAh RiGhT, I sO bElIeVe YoU!!!

*They immediately start arguing again*

[jinanreona]

Anonymous sent:

Wow Leona you smell like - Breakfast Burritos.

He tossed the stranger a glare, though couldn’t even argue with the accusation after having those pesky tsums hanging around him. Some had even managed to mess around in his hair while he’d been trying to take a nap.

“Ugh, blame that horned bastard,” he scoffed, storming away. If Malleus had just let him toss them away, this never would have happened!

[futurefind]

I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved. for sa from kaiya!! she's stern when she needs to be and it's very cute until it's not :' )

Lack of Sleep Starters / Accepting // @tvrningout

"I can't—" her (continued, futile) protests are cut off by the shut of the door. Pressure starts to build behind her eyes before she forces it back, and she isn't sure what from. Lack of sleep? Fear of nightmares? Or just the fact she feels like a scolded child?

Sasume groans and settles in bed... after turning her back to the door and pushing her eyes wide open. Maybe if she keeps calm enough, she can leave Kaiya to presume she's napped (and is unable to sleep more) before she slips back out.

Besides, if she stays in bed for the hour, that's still technically resting...

If nothing else, if needed, Sasume can (maybe) be a little more honest if Kaiya keeps insisting after that.

But now? Now she just needs to stay awake for an hour. Doing absolutely nothing.

Eugh.

[needlenxggin]

He needs to make sure to check in on his friends in the forest sometimes soon. He can't imagine how they both must be feeling.

[orangetintedglasses]

🕸️ // A very colorful spider-person drops down in front of you, dangling upside-down from a teal line of webbing. His four(??) eyes are squinting happily, and he gives you a friendly wave.

"Hey there! Keeping out of trouble?"

[lannisterdaddyissues]

I love reading your replies and brainrot tags! It motivates me a lot and I will keep drawing for this! Thank you so much 😭 baby!Bradley will be such a cutie! He likes baby!Jake but doesn't want to admit it gshags, I keep wondering who can be Bond then my friend said Hondo and omg inagine a big doggo, so huggable 🌷 icemav chemistry remains the same hahaha with Mav and his horrible cooking and Ice being a perfect husbando 🌷 both love their little family! (Also imagine Cyclone in a tennis battle with Mav and witnesses him cut a tennis ball into pieces lol)

NGHNSFHJGFAHJf oh my GODDD hondo as bond is so cute wtf 🥺i am LIVING for this, he does have such huggable energy and he and mav would still have that friendship that transcends human and dog communication…

NOT CYCLONE AS FIONA THOUGH you are such an evil genius for that, i can’t get the mental image of cyclone in an ugly wig and tennis dress out of my head now 💀 god help me

[brothersgrim]

DEEP QUESTIONS

@perditos asked: ""Is this what you want, or what you think you owe?" Dottir :v

Well, she’s certainly asking a different variety of questions today. A variety he’d rather she not touch with a ten foot pole. He huffs an exhale through his nose and presses his lips into a thin grimace. His shovel stabs through the earth. The soil yields, as it always does. Sharp metal through dry soil, a hot knife through frozen butter. He puts his boot on the shovel’s edge to push it in deeper. He keeps his eyes on his work as he moves. The work is easy. The work is familiar. The work is comforting. 

It’s strange that it came about that way. Work had been a punishment for so many years. A way to keep him away from his home. To keep him broken. But, in a strange way, it was a sanctuary, too. An escape, a meditation… An excuse not to speak. He sighs, taking his hand off the shovel to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“Right now, it isn’t about what I want.” He says, stepping away from the still-upright shovel to face his daughter properly. “It’s about doing what’s right. And more importantly, it’s about not sitting on my ass hoping for someone else to step up so I don’t have to.” He lets his hands fall back to his sides, hooking his thumbs in his belt. 

“Do I wanna punch Vince’s thugs in the teeth? Damn right I do. But it’s also the right thing.” He pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully. “I want you to keep something in mind. Any time you see something happening, and you think that, shit, someone ought to do something about it? Everyone around you is thinking the same thing. And they’re all waiting for that ‘someone’ to be ‘someone else’. And if you count on any of them to be the ‘someone else’, you’ll keep waiting until it’s too late to change anything.”

“That’s why I have to do this now.”

[hlysins]

Added Muses & Their Tags & icon examples:

both are no available for interactions!

Konan:

✖konan musings║the person you are looking for no longer exists; are you lost in the past?

✖konan headcanon║this looks like the end of the story; but it isn't — I've been waiting for my chance to destroy you

✖konan ic║you try to find meaning in death; but there's only pain & hatred that you don't know what to do with it

Kushina:

✖kushina musings║we'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold

✖kushina headcanon║neither of us have any sort of luck do we? you keep the world at bay… but i keep you at bay

✖kushina ic║you gave me something that no one had before — you gave me peace

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @apostolicattilan )

There was a hint of a wilt at the callout of his lying before he stood up straight and gave his ribs a small tap with his fingertips, trying to seem perked up and full of energy. "I'm not lying. I just need to get used to not having broken bones..." His cheerful tone faded as he spoke, though he determinedly brought it back in order to jokingly say, "it's a novelty for me."

It wasn't necessarily a lie--he'd had 14 broken bones at last count and that may have gotten lower or it may have gotten higher, knowing his luck--but he was also 100% sure the priest would see straight through his attempts at deflecting. It wasn't like they were particularly convincing as far as deflections and distractions went, and even he could admit that.

His shoulders dropped as he gave up on the act entirely. "I'm... not that good at talking, and I’d like a distraction." Also not a lie, though he was sure the priest would prefer he not be looking for distractions. He seemed to genuinely want to help, but Peter hadn't thrown himself headfirst into heroism for no reason; it was originally an attempt at distracting from his uncle's death and later a way to make Ben proud. This was much the same; a distraction, and later it would be a way to find help for Otto, once he'd ignored things for long enough that it became second nature.