#Raven (anxiety)

[jaggedpeak]

anyone else think about these two and get really really really sad

#warrior cats #wc #ravenpaw #dustpelt #this is lazy im sorryyyyy just needed to get back into the groove of digital drawing after a week lol #stole the dialogue for this from this is us thank you this is us i miss you this is us <3 might actually animate it at some point #anyway. been thinking about their relationship a lot. #ik its not really acknowledged theyre brothers outside of bluestar's se but dust's tougher bullyish personality as a kid with raven's #anxiety is really interesting to think about... ik most of raven's stuff is from tiger but yknow. sibling relationships can be rough #especially if they never get a chance to heal or have any parental intervention #in my head this convo's after the bloodclan battle cause that wouldve been like. one of their first real chances to catch up #I DUNNO!!! i wanna do more with this Thats what i know #my art #2 cents

[blacknedsoul-blog]

Montresor is the Bad Ending of White Raven II: Electric Bogaloo

(I had posted this as a reblog of the other one, but then I realized it gets completely lost, so I made it a separate post).

So I came back to this thought after the last few chapters where we saw several new interactions between Annabel and Montresor. So why not retrace my steps and add some new information?

I mean, yeah, yeah, Girlboss and all that. We already know that Annabel is a show woman, so turning this back into some sort of show as a demonstration of power is very much in line, but...why?

I think I have a theory, but let's take it one part at a time.

I think what these chapters have told me is that Annabel is much more aware of her similarities to Montresor than I expected.

Without going any further, he comments on it:

And can we stop at Annabel's reaction when he does?

Montresor made the wrong move, and here's the result: about to become an orb, under someone else's thumb, helpless and flailing desperately to hold on to what dignity he has left. This is what awaits her if she takes one wrong step.

And as if all of this wasn't uncomfortable enough for Annabel to contemplate, there is one last thing in this situation that, I can't help but think, terrifies her the most.

There are winners and losers in this game. Those who succeed and those who fail.

Montresor has definitely lost this game, at least for now.

And this was Lenore's face when she saw Montresor for what he really is: a pathetic, frightened charlatan with no tools other than the manipulation of his allies. And again, a loser.

I can see why Annabel would do this whole show as a way to exert power. Because she is all of those things...except the last one.

Presenting herself as a winner is, from Annabel's point of view, the only thing that keeps her from being Montresor's equal in Lenore's eyes.

A desperate pantomime that tries to draw a line.

"I'm not like him. I'm on the winning side, I can get through this, I'm not afraid. Please don't throw me away, let me prove to you that I can be useful, let me do this for you."

#nevermore webtoon #annabel lee nevermore #lenore nevermore #white raven #annabel lee whitlock #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee x lenore #lennabel #nevermore webcomic #my head Annabel wakes up every day at six o'clock in the morning singing like Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel #“My wifey neeeeds meee. Take THAT anxiety depression and possible neurodivergence!” #If I didn't know this comic was going to have four seasons I would be seriously worried about Annabel's safety #I see her jumping over the fence to get eaten by monsters during the divorce #Luckily she can't or this story would be too short #But she's still two French fries away from being a Happy Meal

[splattered-fox]

Self indulgent raven Virgil

#moon draws #sanders sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #birdgil if you will #a n y w a y #spider virgil is cool #i just associate ravens with my own anxiety and thought this would be cool lol

[ravensmadreads]

What Love Means

A/N: so remember when I said I wasn't gonna write again? Yea I'm a lying liar who lied.. anyway, this came from me screaming about my unhinged love for David York to @chronically-ghosted , who then once asked me what I thought love meant to David and the thought sent me in a spiral. It's not really so much a fic as it is a stream of my own consciousness. If anyone cares though, there definitely is a whole fic about these two and their backstory.

Warnings: uhhhh bad writing? So David is probably ooc (but this version of him is my comfort character sorry), description of a panic attack, mentions of canon violence, and like the barest hint at smut.

Taglist: @chronically-ghosted (sorry ily) @fuckyeahdindjarin (i know Dave is not really your thing, but it felt wrong not to tag you- feel free to ignore tho no pressure! )

He gasps awake. Panic creeping slowly at the edges of his consciousness until it lunges and swallows him whole. He's not even sure why. The lingering effect of a nightmare he can't remember anymore. Shadowed figures drenched in blood and violence have been a part of him for so long that it's hard to distinguish the memories from the monsters. He bites his lip to stifle a cry. Fists holding tight onto flowered sheets and jaw clenched tight as he tries to remember to breathe. In and out right? It's simple.

His eyes fall shut as he swallows the bile that threatens to choke him. He's well versed in the art of fighting alone. He's been training for years. They've drilled him so hard, for so long, that he can pick an enemy apart in the dark and not make a sound. His fight or flight has been torn down and beaten until the only option he remembers is fight and win. The voices inside him never rest. Never go quiet. The pressure in his chest tightens. Was breathing always this difficult?

And then.

A movement.

He can't make out the sounds, but he knows someone's coming. His heart is pounding. It's inching closer still. Soft, steady footsteps just on the edges of the room. And yet he can't move. Can't open his eyes. Can't breathe. The voice in his head spits venom: Coward. A thud on his nightstand. A dip as the bed shifts and the world tilts a little.

A gasp that he can't hold back; and suddenly his eyes fly open.

Deep laboured breaths. Blurred vision. Every muscle on high alert. There's someone in front of him. He can't move. Fight or flight? A blink. Fight or flight?! Another gasp. Fight, you coward! But he can't move. Fight! He can't breathe. Would it really be so bad if he stopped?

"Dave!"

****

He blinks. There's another voice now. But it's outside the raging in his head. Outside the voices screaming for blood. It's soft. Softer than anything he knows. Anything he deserves. It's you. He can't make out the words but it's enough.

Another gasp.

Another blink.

You.

A lungul of air.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

One more time.

One more time.

One more time.

He's well versed in the art of calming himself down on his own. He doesn't have to though. Not anymore. Not when your arms hold him like he's the most fragile thing in the universe. He'd scoff at the thought if he could breathe.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

He can feel again. The tingling in his skin slowly being replaced by soft warmth. Soft lips on the side of his neck. Gentle hands running through his hair. Fistfuls of cotton fabric in his hands. Strands of your hair on his cheek.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Strawberry scented shampoo. Vanilla bean candles from the corner of the night stand. Something inexplicable that he can never name but that he knows is undeniably you.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Whispered assurances in his ear. The gentle hum of the air con. The rain pattering on the window and the wind that's slowly settling down now.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Metal in his mouth because he bit his tongue trying not to scream. The aftertaste of the last cigarette he had before bed.

Inhale.

He can't open his eyes. What if this is the dream? What if he wakes up alone again? Fingers clutching tighter. Nails digging into skin. You feel solid. Warm. Present.

Hold.

His eyes blink open. Starry glow from the nightlight you've turned on. The pulse pounding steadily in your neck. The birthmark in the hollow of your neck.

Exhale.

Is this what relief feels like? What safety means to him now? Does he even deserve a taste of either after all that he has done?

He blinks, and it's you. It's all you. He's surrounded by you. Your scent, your walls, your colours, your skin, your presence. The one holding his hand. The voice in his head. Talking him out of the terror. Walking him out of the darkness. It's you. But then again, it has been you since the moment he fell off of that cliff. The only fragment of his life that remains. The only thing from before that he can hold on to.

Your hands cup his face, and he smiles. It's a small thing. Twists into a grimace far too quickly. He opens his mouth to apologize. For all that he is, all that he can never be, and all the horrors he darkens your doorstep with. For all his scars and all his pain. Even if he does deserve every single one of the demons wreaking havoc in his head and trying to tear him apart from the inside.

But you know him too well. Know what he's thinking. And you're already shushing him before the words can even form on his tongue. Pressing gentle kisses over his forehead. A warm smile and soft eyes staring back at him. He has never known quite what it is you see in him. Has tried to convince you of the monster that resides within, but you refuse to acknowledge his self flagellation anymore.

He grabs you tighter and starts to lie back down. Your heart beat against his racing one. Your arms around his neck. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Maybe he can pretend. Just for a minute. That he's someone worth saving. That he's someone worth loving? He falls before he can finish the thought.

****

He wakes up in your arms. It startles him. The normalcy. The state of nothing. He's not used to silence. Not the comfortable kind anyway. If ever there's silence with him around, it either beckons death or follows it. And he's been drilled in the art of war for as long as he can remember.

He's not entirely sure what to do now. With hands on soft skin. A quiet mind. Who is he when the sun comes up? In the gentle breeze of dawn? When there's no list of names waiting to be scratched off; and when the sun filtering through the curtains chases away any shadows where monsters like him may lurk. When your breath tickles his neck and he can wake you with gentle hands and small kisses.

"Hey." A hand through his hair. "You okay?"

Trust you to start worrying about him the minute you wake up. He smiles, and it's a genuine one this time. The muscles in his face ache from disuse. He's been smiling more and more now, even if it feels unreal, like a skin he's trying to put on. You've been relentless in chasing them out anyway, and he's still surprised every time he finds a reason to smile.

He doesn't really remember what happiness feels like anymore. Small echoes of it maybe. From a distant past. Of army buddies laughing in the trenches, two little girls giggling around him, a leader that felt like an anchor and a mentor who felt like family- now all gone; too quickly, too violently - he shakes his head. It doesn't matter anymore. You're all the reason he needs now.

****

There's a word on the tip of his tongue. It lingers there. Quiet. Subtle. Just a little bit out of reach. It comes to him in the quiet moments. When your hand is in his hand, your head on his chest. When you listen to music and he pretends that he's not watching the dimple in your cheek. When you sway as you cook a meal and he forgets to remember that he's forgotten how to smile.

It comes to him in other moments. When he's on top of you, surrounding you, clinging to you. When your eyes are on his, your nails leaving delicious marks on his back. When your hands pull his hair and the only word you speak is a quiet and reverent David. He has always hated his name, but he's learning to crave the way you say it when you're overwhelmed by him.

It comes to him in the afterglow. Lingers on the edge of his consciousness. With your hand over his heart, his arms wrapped tight around you and his lips on yours. He's sinking into sleep. The warm embrace doesn't scare him any longer because no monsters in his head could never win against the light in your soul. He reaches out to hold it, that word, the one word he never had, just as his eyes flutter shut. He smiles into the kiss. He'll tell you tomorrow. You'll understand. You probably already know. You're the reason that word exists after all. And he knows you'll keep it for him until the day he dies.

Safe.

#david york x reader #dave york x reader #dave york #raven writes #remember when i was hinting about my dave york agenda #well guess what #im just gonna throw this in the void and run btw #im not even sorry #ok im a little sorry #anyway i love david and i WILL give him a redemption arc #unfortunately i have anxiety and low self esteem #anywayyyyyy #uhhh enjoy? #im gonna wake up to zero notes arent i #sbzjwbdjehdh bye

[c4llm3h4ru]

Really, can someone explain it to me?

#adhd #social anxiety #social awkwardness #philzaminecraft #philza #eret #wilbursoot #tommyinnit #tubbo #technoblade #neobaka #the dantewill #dante neobaka #bagi #the snowy raven #twitch #twitch streamer #twitter #twitter screenshot

[raychromatic]

Sparkle Dog Raven: The Life of Catgirl

(watch sparkle on raven please it's such a fun and charming and joyful work of art)

(+ see below for some older concept sketches i did of sparkle on raven characters as funny doggies. and a horrible little scribble of the titular Catgirl)

#ray's art #sparkle on raven #drawn while watching the kalawacon sparkle on raven panel via the discord stream teehee #u also may have seen me hanging around on day 1 of kalawacon as the prince from katamari damacy. quietly watching veggietales #sorry i was not being social The Anxiety was getting the better of me fdhjghdkf. i had a good time tho

[desertduality]

life is wild I can just be hanging out existing and suddenly get slammed with the most intense bout of loneliness ever. like okay i'm in the middle of eating string cheese can we not do this now

#/lh #i'm fine and i know it will pass #but sometimes i just start worrying that i'm like. the most unlikeable and boring person #and then i overthink every interaction i've ever had convinced i've made a fool of myself #i guess it's probably a social anxiety thing. my worst enemy #delete later #raven rambles #vent #today is just one of those days where i feel like if i talk too much people will get tired of me #and if i talk too little they'll forget instead

[ravenssilver]

me at hoco rn LMAOO

#ghost band #social anxiety #cos sylvan #raven rambles

[alwaysthecarcrash]

When Adam is looking for people to date he’s like ‘who is the most unhinged person in this room’

#Ronan and blue are the same person in different fonts #one had a dad then found him dead and the other never had a dad then he appeared out of nowhere but he had anxiety and fuckd off into a tree #tell me I’m wrong but I’m not #also one knows what a woman is and one has literally never heard of women not even as a concept #greywaren #tdt #the dreamer trilogy #the raven cycle #trc #the raven cycle ronan #ronan x adam #ronan lynch #adam parish #adam parrish #blue lily lily blue #blue sargent #blue trc

[arklayraven]

I do not feel too great today...Mentally speaking.

#;little raven speaks #like i feel okay but not okay...something feels off or wrong...or maybe it's just my anxiety/depression again...bleh...

[dark-raven-feathers]

Hi hopping on Tumblr to ask here.

I need people who are 18+ who regularly consume caffeine for a BiologyIB IA. All you have to do is send me your heartrate before and after drinking caffeine. I need at least 20 people and I currently only have five, and three out of those five still have yet to send me any data. I also need a reliable way to communicate with you, and there’s a procedure and a waiver I need to send to you. I’ll also be asking your age range (no need for your specific age), if you have a heart monitor (like a Fitbit), and if you’ve been professionally diagnosed with an anxiety disorder (I’m asking for a professional diagnosis for the sake of simplicity).

Sourcing people IRL is hard so I’m asking the internet.

#dark raven feathers #plague doctor #Please I’m slightly desperate #Biology #Reblog for exposure ig? #Help please #international baccalaureate #for science #“How does Caffeine intake affect people differently when an anxiety disorder is taken into consideration?” #school #high school student #academics #science

[confusedraven1]

i was thinking today and realized that, a majority of the times i cringe at things i’ve done/said in the past, it’s usually things where i’m either trying too hard to be funny or moments of unrestrained passion.

the former is understandable. i don’t feel like myself in those moments and it’s not genuine to me, so it feels wrong. it teaches me to avoid trying to be someone i’m not.

the latter is just… heartbreaking.

why should i feel ashamed for being excited? for being over enthused? why does the world shame those who express themselves and allow themselves to get lost in the throes of passion? why do i have to worry so much about being too much?

why can’t i simply enjoy life without feeling shame later?

indulging in what you love and not being afraid of doing something in the “right” or “wrong” way is a form of protest against so many different “norms” society has decided for us. it’s hard and it may feel weird at first, but i think if more of us did it, we’d all be just a little bit happier, uk?

who fucking cares if that poem doesn’t rhyme or just sounds weird? if you’re off beat and have silly white dad dance moves? who CARES if whatever you wrote is just completely shit? so what if that sketch isn’t “artfully sketched” perfectly so it looks nice on fucking instagram? it’s a sketch! you think that fic you wrote might have too many tropes? good! own the fuck up to it! stop trying so hard! have fun, for gods sake!

i’m so so SO TIRED of looking back on my past selves and beating them black and blue simply because they were doing their best with the age and experience they had.

i am owed so many apologies that i’ll never get by so many people for making me feel as though i had to shrink myself down or feel as though i shouldn’t feel the excitement i feel, like the light in my soul is too damn bright for their eyes and they won’t bother to bring their shades.

#raven rambles #mindfuck #mentally tired #mental health #anxiety #rejection sensitive disorder #past trauma? #i need to see a counselor for sure #but until then i’m doing the best i can #💜

[palmettoshitposts]

🧡aftg fic🧡

yet another fic I’ve been holding on to for like a year

jean is meeting jeremy's family for the first time. it's crazy and it's intense but jean is also getting an education on the meaning of love

#admin: 🔮 #started this when 🤺 left the country last time and finished it today #when they leave again #GOOD LUCK 🧡 #jeremy knox has two anxiety disorders because we’re projecting #kefu shenanigans #palmetto shitposts #jeremy knox #jeremy knox’s crazy family #jean moreau #jerejean #aftg fic #all for the game #aftg #all for the game headcanon #fluff #for once #kevin day #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #tfc #trk #tkm #laila and alvarez #neil josten #andrew minyard #dan wilds #matt boyd

[tiyoin]

˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷︶꒷꒥꒷₊˚ʚ𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ɞ˚₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷︶꒷꒥꒷˚

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 ───◌

she/her-> aquarius -> 19!

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ┈┈♡

♔ inconsistent uploads! ♔

♔ ageless + photoless blogs dni ! ♔

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 ───◌

only on milestones

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ┈┈♡

✮ twst ✮ genshin ✮ bllk ✮

𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ───◌

♡ 🪽 anon ♡ sun anon ♡

#tiyoin 🔎 #twst pirate au 🌊 #takalzuoom 🌊 #Night Raven 🐈‍⬛ #twst god au 🌩️ #twisted anxiety 🌀 #tiyoin’s cuties 。 ඞ 。 #nrc zoo field trip

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

I keep eating so much literally staaahp😭😭

#I think it's some sort of anxiety im not aware off #The kind where you don't know that you're anxious? #It's making me ravenous #I need to go to sleep early so i don't eat all my food for tomorrow #And have to work hungry #Oh shit i have to make a lunch for tomorrow... #Fuck.

[magnusmodig]

headcanon/development qs / @heroicvaliant / no longer accepting !

╰┈➤ Would your muse use the word ‘brave’, about themselves? Should they?

answered (HERE) !

╰┈➤  What’s one of the bravest things your muse has done? Did they consider it brave?

His self-sacrifice in Thor (2011), hands down.

"Brother, whatever I have done to wrong you, whatever I have done to lead you to do this, I am truly sorry. But these people are innocent. Taking their lives will gain you nothing. So take mine and end this."

It was the culmination of Thor learning true humility; changing to be more authentic to himself, and in turn: becoming worthy of his father's throne. Thor has always been a selfless individual concerned with the well-being of his people. (It's telling that in the vault, what sets him off is the sight of his slaughtered guardsmen more than anything else.) By the time he faces his brother through the Destroyer, Thor has been broken down to his core and is ready to accept the consequences of his past actions ... even when he has no idea what he's actually paying for. The 'what' didn't matter to Thor though. Not more than rectifying his past mistakes, and keeping the people of Earth safe. Especially when it came to safeguarding the lives of his closest friends, and the lives of the earthen people who treated him kindly throughout his banishment.

Thor would not consider this brave. He would consider it a "necessity", so to speak. Simply put: the right thing to do. It wasn't something that Thor was trying to do for fame or fortune or even to be spoken about across a banquet table. It wasn't a moment of glory. It was very simply ending the fight so no more people would get harmed because of him.

He laid down his life for them, and he would do it again in a heartbeat.

#(yknowwww i think there's a lot to be said about thor and how much good he does in 2011) #(like for a movie that's supposed to be about an 'arrogant' prince he sure isn't all that arrogant) #(i think about characters like kuzco or lightning mcqueen. THOSE characters were arrogant through and through) #(thor is /nothing/ like that and isn't any more “arrogant” in the script either. chr.i.s he.msw.orth did a fantastic job-) #(-when it came to conveying the type of anxiety that makes people act aggressively or overly-forward/confident to compensate) #(while never losing the /heart/ of thor: which is selfless kind and humble) #( ooc . ) — stories that leap from the page . #( headcanon . ) — glory to the man who toils for his land . may it ever prosper . #( answered . ) — black feathers fall to a raven's call . #heroicvaliant