#charles-xavier-telepath

[dizzy-bat]

Hey guys I deleted my main blog for mistake here I am again

[dan-abernathy]

The boy was lying on a bed and couldn’t move. Not even a little. He had no wounds, it was all like the worst mental pain he’d ever experienced in his whole life and this time, it felt more real than ever before.  Daniel went through a lot, but being defeated by his sister like this was too much. Not because he felt weaker than her, but simply because Alexandra chose a vampire instead of her brother. 

His head was an one big mess, his mind, his thoughts, they weren’t rational, his thinking, point of view weren’t rational and somewhere, in the corner of his mind, he knew. He knew that these feelings were based on everything that happened between him and Alexandra, but Daniel couldn’t help himself.  The power which his sister used on him didn’t let him to be more than a breathing body and it definitely didn’t help to his mental condition. 

But Daniel didn’t give up. No. After he found out that he has a real family, a real sister, someone who’s related to him by blood and not just some papers, at that moment he decided that he will fight. So the boy was doing exactly what his energy that left, allowed him to do. Just breathing. Simple breathing. Daniel closed his bright blue eyes and tried to calm himself down.  No mess, no thoughts about Charlie, no thoughts at all actually, just him, the darkness that he’s used to, breathing and tears. 

This was a telepath’s school and he had to know what was happening in here, right? 

@charles-xavier-telepath

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“So help me god I will scream until the police show up.”

Shit. Shit. He couldn’t have this guy screaming, not when he still had work to do. He kept an ear out--there was a moment of calm, a moment he could use.

“I’m not one of the bad guys,” said the man in red leather sporting Devil horns. Compelling. “Don’t scream. Please. You’re hurt, I’m here to help.” 

[aarmitaage-moved]

‘ jesus, it was a joke. get over yourself. ’ (kylo-supreme-leader) (I hope it's ok c: )

“This is no time for jokes, Ren. Pardon me for not realizing you even had a sense of humour.”

[trashkinglightwood]

Black, green, maroon, timberwolf

QWERTZUIOPLKJHGFDSAYXCVBNMPOIUZTREWQASDFGHJKLMNBVCXY :))))))))))) I love you, SUNSHINE. ;D :** <3 

[credencxbarebonx]

🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought?

Credence is a major daydreamer! Not a day goes by without him spending a good chunk of time just staring off into space for up to an hour; it’s a major byproduct of his dissociation and depersonalisation. He often thinks about his past; his time with Mary-Lou, especially the punishments. He also wonders about his birth family; they must have been witches given Mary-Lou’s visceral hatred of them. He wonders what could have been if he hadn’t been taken from them. 

It’s more often than not that Credence is snapped out of his daydream by someone else; he can’t really rouse himself given it’s a form of dissociation, and so it’s usual some outside stimuli that snaps him out of being lost in thought. 

[itsaboutsurviving]

🌟 I love your Logan, okay? I love! :D

MEME FOR LOVING BLOG STALKERS.

[ thank you so much!! i haven’t been around a lot lately, between other muses and work -- but this means a lot!! thanks again and hopefully there’ll be a lot more dash activity soon!! <3 ]

[magnetician-blog]

☕

Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. 

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

Every now and then, Erik forgets where he is when he becomes ensnared in the tendrils of a nightmare, horrors he’s tried so hard to shut away hunting him down and overtaking him at last when he’s most vulnerable. When things begin to rattle and hum, he can sometimes be difficult to wake. 

It’s the careful, gentle touch to his shoulder that calms his mind and restores peace and stillness to the room, reaching through the connection they have fostered over time without stirring him from sleep. Charles breathes evenly, and though it takes a moment, Erik’s own rhythm slows to match. When he turns over and settles, his nightmares have given way to dreams that are infinitely more pleasant.