#they both have something therapy cannot fix

[linka-from-captain-planet]

Power ranking BG3 ladies based on how much I'd personally like to marry them

All main and supporting women: Shadowheart, Lae'zel, Karlach Minthara, Jaheira, Isobel, Aylin, Mizora, Orin

Plus my background babes: Florrick, Talli, Alfira, Lakrissa, Araj, Nocturne, Skoona, Adrielle, Z'rell, Roah, Nine-Fingers, and special guest star Philomeen

*Isobel and Aylin deserve to be regarded as individuals occasionally, so yes I'm wrecking that home (Alfira and Lakrissa too)

*essentially, top 10 is "women I would like to marry" and 11-21 and is "women I would not like to marry"

Quartermaster Talli. Granted she has an unfair advantage due to looking and vibing as a fusion of my IRL girlfriend and the butch lesbian who installed my new garage door 3 years ago whom I'm still mildly obsessed with. But anyway, we'd have a really great life together. We'd be able to communicate, we'd be compatible in the bedroom, we have similar values. Wife material, Grade A - the gold standard comparison for everyone else on the list.

Isobel. We'd have our tiffs (we can both be a little catty and sensitive), but overall we'd be a pretty stable match. We'd put in the work to make it last. I feel like being a cleric counts as a "job" so I appreciate that.

Nocturne. My #1 "I can fix her" pick because I think I actually can. I appreciate a hard worker, so Nocturne having distinguished herself in her uh workplace enough to become an officer is very respectable to me. We could go to therapy together. Not a perfect match, but I think we could make it work.

Lakrissa. Would be an easy second place if she didn't read so young. She's a little immature (a little over-dedicated, a little too self-sacrificing) and so she'd have to do some growing up, but I think we could make it work.

Florrick. Even though she's my #1 beloved and by FAR the sexiest person in the entire game and I would do anything to [redacted], we'd be like two brick walls getting married. We're too similar. But sheer affection and lust propel her to the top 5 anyway, even though we'd probably be married 10 sexless years before one of us finally snapped and filed for divorce.

Skoona. Assuming she drops the whole self-deprecating thing (can't stand that). She has a job, she's sensitive, she's romantic, she's humble, and she's hot. I don't think we'd knock each others' socks off, but we'd be a nice match.

Lae'zel. Extremely 22 years old and that's an issue for me. I'm also too sensitive to make it through her tough outer shell to get to the soft waifu meat inside. However, she does have amazing wife material to uncover, so I think if I could be her second wife, we'd be golden.

Adrielle. We'd have our problems as two neurotic faux-normies, but we're neurotic in different ways, so maybe we'd complete each other? She's very conscientious and thoughtful, though, which are the most important wife traits for me. With commitment and therapy, we'd make it work, but it wouldn't be the smoothest ride.

Jaheira. I don't really want to be a step parent to young kids, so that pulls her down the list a bit, but there's no way I couldn't have her in the top 10. We'd get along great; we have the same sense of humor; we're both not clingy. A good match, but not really the wife for me.

Minthara. I want her so bad but she'd eat me alive and not in the sexy way. I would let her walk all over me for 2-3 years though, assuming she didn't dump me first. Impossible to rank below the top 10, but objectively not the wife for me.

Shadowheart. Like Lae'zel, there's a lot to get through before you get to the wife material deep inside. I would also need to be her second wife. Also, I'm not doing that cottagecore shit and I cannot have that many animals in my house.

Araj. I know I called her bad in bed 2 different ways in two other posts but that's not a problem, she's so sexy and interesting to me that I know I would fall super hard for her. I too love science? We have something in common. I feel like she'd bring out a lot in me, not necessarily good things, but to be loved is to be changed? I would probably come to my senses before really risking it all though.

Alfira. I love her so much but I am no Lakrissa, I could not handle both supporting her while she pursues her artistic goals AND having to top every time. We'd be that miserable couple that lets it drag on forever because nothing is *wrong* even though nothing is *right* and wind up hating each other.

Nine-Fingers. She'd stress me out too much. Running the streets, making enemies... what if a shake-down goes wrong? Admittedly I'm tempted to live out my mafia wife fantasies with her, but realistically, I think I'd have too many nervous breakdowns to make it worth it.

Karlach. The divorce would be so epic that I almost wanted to rank her higher, but I just know deep down that we would trigger/frustrate the fuck out of each other and completely implode long before making it to the courthouse and/or altar.

Aylin. I routinely get over-stimulated by my cats brushing against my leg when I'm trying to multi-task working and listening to music, so there is no universe in which I could tolerate being married to Aylin. She's too exuberant and touchy. I would be scream-crying WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME every time she simply asked me how my day was in her usual volume. An absolute disaster, she'd smother me despite her best intentions.

Z'rell. She can have place #17 to match the 17 husbands which I would not be okay with. I'm not jealous, but I'm not THAT not jealous. She's also just really harsh and I'm a crier, so we probably would not be able to have a conversation, let alone a relationship.

Roah Moonglow. Like Nine-Fingers, but I feel like the Zhent is like, a second-rate criminal organization and so it'd be like being a second-rate mafia wife. All the stress, fewer fist-sized emerald necklaces.

Mizora. On top of everything else, she's also a corporate LAWYER... yuck

Philomeen. I would go on 1 date with Philomeen, let her start a blowup fight with me outside of [regional burrito chain], let her neg me into fucking anyway, go no contact, and let her booty call me 2 years later at 3AM like nothing happened, but I would not even slightly consider dating her, let alone marrying her.

Orin. Ignoring the whole serial killer thing that's neither here nor there, the problem is the combo of overbearing family (my #1 dealbreaker of all time) and lack of communication skills (my #2 dealbreaker of all time). Like I'd be constantly trying to get her to go no contact with Serevok and she'd never listen and she'd always be talking in fucking Dr Seuss riddles and disappearing and pissing me off.

[tutterypuff]

tbh though if you look at the older episodes, Betty was always like absolutely 100% fully and irrevocably unhinged, and her going insane was barely a departure from the status quo at all

like this woman is and always was nuts, and I think it's for everyone's benefit that they're both equally obsessed with each other, because that means nobody else ever has to get involved with their fucked up dynamic

I think it's less that she put her life on hold for Simon's benefit, but that she's a scary lady who knows exactly what she wants, and what she wants is a relationship with a nice autistic guy who's really into femdom

#simon petrikov #betty grof #fionna and cake #adventure time #and she's valid for it #like remember that time she jumped through a random time portal to 1000 years in the future and entered a magical world #and then shoved half dead simon off of a magic carpet literal seconds after hearing the thing that removed his powers #and went there and fucking murdered the entity that was doing it less than fifteen seconds after showing up #this woman is fucking deranged #that's not codependency #that's something else entirely #she's on an absolutely different level #she doesn't need him but she wants him and he needs her and honestly that's fine #they both have something therapy cannot fix #nobody should even be permitted to try #like they need to be isolated with each other forever #I hazard to say that she would straight up be doing yandere shit if Simon were even fractionally less into her

[seph-ic]

My favorite thing ever?

Nico has a service dog 

Because after Mr. D diagnoses him with PTSD he feels kind of hopeless and overwhelmed (especially after her hears that it can’t be easily fixed with magic or anything) 

So Mr D. Suggests that he get a service animal. 

Nico argues that animals hate him because he ‘smells like death’. Mr. D Points out that Mrs O’Leary doesn’t hate him. 

They both go talk to Hades who jumps at the excuse to win back his son by buying him more stuff. 

The dog ends up being a hellhound mix (don’t ask how.) 

The mix is mostly so she is a bit smaller for convenience (so she can fit in places.)

I'd assume she looks something like a Burmese mountain dog mix.

Her names Penelope (Penny) and Nico loves her. 

Nico and Her spend a couple of months doing service dog training with Artemis and the hunters (dogs are one of her patron animals.)

the time he spends with them also gives him a bit of closure and helps him process what happened to his sister.

soon enough she's graduated their honorary service dog school and is fully trained.

She goes with Nico everywhere. Since she is half hellhound she can assist with shadow travel and make it easier for Nico. (To Wills relief) 

She helps Nico with panic attacks and nightmares. 

She grabs things for him (KitKats, sword, water, pillows.) 

she can even open the fridge in the big house.

If Nico is having a really bad episode or a flashback he can’t come out of or if he’s in any physical danger, she knows to go get Will Chiron or MR D. In a heartbeat. 

Again a shadow traveling dog being useful.

Will makes extra sure that everyone at camp is aware of how service animals work. 

He teaches all the campers about what Penny's job is and why they’re not allowed to distract her.

On occasion when she isn't working she'll play fetch or get pets from some of the kids. 

All Nicos freind's and family love her.

Like everyone wants to be a part of this dogs life, Nico has literally never been more popular.

Hazel buys her a sweater for the holidays.

Rachel helps Nico also dye part of her tail at one point (to keep her identifiable) and they give it a cool design.

Annabeth asks if she can make her a cool dog house.

Piper insists that they take her to the groomer and buys her little bandannas.

Percy helps Nico teach her how to swim.

She will also grabs medical supplies for Will sometimes.

Grover also knows how to talk to her and regularly lets her know how Nico is doing (not that she doesn't already know.) 

Nico finds it easier to eat with Penelope.

It kind of forces him to eat on a schedule, since Penny has to be fed three times a day and the two of them can eat at the same time.

Nico also gives her little scraps off his plate sometimes which makes them both happy.

She gets absolutely spoiled. 

At one point Nico gets worried that she might get hurt fighting a monster. Hades assured him she won’t but Leo makes her some extra cool dog armor just in case

She also has a little bag attached to her vest for carrying supplies on quests and long journeys. (list of things these bags might contain: Ambrosia, Dog treats, Water/kitkats, extra weapons, drachmas.)

Nico connects so well with this fucking dog.

Like he always struggled with people and he never really even considered being an animal person.

But he absolutely adores Penny.

He talks to her about things that worry him and just finds her presence so unbelievably comforting.

Will solace (who I think personally would become a vet sooner than a doctor) Has this dog on the best fucking diet you could imagine

you have never seen a more medically healthy dog.

And she ADORES Will

Partially because of how calmer Nico is with him, and partially because he keeps a treat jar in the infirmary now.

The best part! she cannot die (from old age at least) Immortal service dog!

Having a huge fluffy head is great for pressure therapy.

Nico (neurodivergent) likes the texture of her fur and stims by petting her or playing with her ears.

#the best girl ever #pjo #percy jackson #nico di angelo #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #solangelo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson fanart #nico di angelo fanart #pjo hcs #nico pjo #toa #nico service dog au

[aziraphales-library]

Hello, thank you for the work you put into this blog. It might be a bit early, but are there any S2 fix-it recs yet?

Hi! We have a plentiful #fix-it tag now! Here are some more to add...

you're the victim of your crime by JustNerdyThings (T)

It's a simple decision, really. It's simple in the way things rarely are, in that it's not much of a decision at all. Whatever Aziraphale might stand to gain by staying in Heaven, it cannot possibly compare to what he's already lost down on Earth. So Aziraphale leaves. He miracles up his letter of resignation, pretends to clear out his still-empty desk, and leaves. And he hopes against hope that somehow, someday, Crowley might forgive him.

hungry work by CCs_World (E)

“You must understand,” Aziraphale had whispered. He was on the doorstep of the bookshop, months after his departure, looking in at Crowley — disheveled, both of them. Broken, both of them. Afraid, both of them. Hopeful, both of them. “I understand, Aziraphale,” Crowley had said back. They had stretched out a hand to Aziraphale. “Come on. Let’s think of a plan together.” And they had. Somehow, miraculously, ineffably, a second apocalypse had been averted. Heaven and Hell were cut off. They were free — truly free. And they had all the time in the universe. So, naturally, they left London. OR: After the Second Coming does not Come, Crowley and Aziraphale move to the South Downs. However, living together is difficult when there are over 6000 years of tension between them - tension which must be resolved if they are to have their happily ever after.

Trembling with tenderness by HolRose (T)

When the former demon Crowley is surprised in his Mayfair flat by a visit from his erstwhile boss and their ex-Archangel partner asking for assistance, Crowley has that familiar sinking feeling that something he did in the past has come back to bite him on the arse. When the current Supreme Archangel materialises in his flat shortly afterwards, Crowley knows the time has come for them to really talk at last. Just as soon as they’ve got rid of their visitors, that is. A post Season 2 fix-it fic in which they communicate properly, and Aziraphale demonstrates just how crafty, and also loving, he can be. This is one for those who might like something genuinely soft and romantic after the ending to Season 2.

We'll make Heaven a place on Earth by arabellas_court (E)

Aziraphale unfolded the piece of paper slowly beneath the horrid lighting. He cleared his throat and looked around, the corners of his mouth faltering just a second when he landed on Crowley. He looked down at the paper. “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth—” “Jesus Christ,” Crowley grumbled. “No, dear, he came later, remember?” ------ Crowley knows his worth. He can't take Aziraphale back immediately after how hurt he's been. And for once, Aziraphale has to work for that forgiveness. Both of them are a mess. Both of them go to therapy—unexpectedly, together. Angst with a happy ending.

Snogging on Heaven's Door by Tetrisbiene (M)

What if Aziraphale actually said, 'Do it again. Please. Right now!'? A Post-Season 2 Fanfic. Aziraphale has to go to Heaven to thwart the Second Coming, and Crowley just can't let him go alone. Follow the pair as they meet old and new faces, go to heavenly meetings, sow mischief, and tempt some angels to fall in love with humanity. May the two find a flat surface to talk things over with each other before this big promotion can tear them apart. This is the story of our ineffable idiots in a roller coaster ride of emotions, heavenly bureaucracy, and stolen kisses against doors. Have some angst, some stupid puns in the chapter titles, and an elevator ride that's basically an excuse for me to write a cheesy alternative ending to help me get over the actual finale.

In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you by sunrisesinthesuburbs (T)

Aziraphale stares back at the Metatron with renewed optimism. “I know where my loyalty stands, Sir,” he starts, even managing a small smile. “And I do not need to prove myself to them. When the Time comes, they will enjoy what I’ve been working on.” He sounds convincing, really. Honest, reliable and responsible. Crowley decides this is a good time to whistle: “Someone’s getting all professional up here.” Aziraphale dares to peep in his direction, hoping to convey with one brief look everything he is thinking about: ‘Shut up, will you? I’m trying to do something here.’ Crowley smirks, of course. He really is so annoying. “Well, Aziraphale, you may not need to prove yourself to them,” the Metatron reaches for something inside his jacket, “but you need to prove yourself to me.” Aziraphale fails Heaven's test (of course), and now he has to fix an even bigger mess. Throw a messy break up and a Second Coming in the mix and, somehow, you get a getaway car and a cottage in the South Downs. A lot can happen in a day. (Post Season 2; my very own attempt at fixing things.)

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #fix-it #mod d

[grounded-parasocial]

I am still having so many feelings about the final season of YR and I have been feeling like I don’t have anywhere to put them. It’s like the warm smolder of my obsession has sparked into a wild fire and now it’s too hot to stand near, but I cannot get it under control. I feel so much love, appreciation and pride for this queer love story and the truly magical way it has been told. However, I also feel so much heartbreak and loss both for the suffering in this season and that the show has come to a close. I feel consumed and a little bit embarrassed, but when it really comes down to it, the thing I am struggling with the most is the loneliness/isolation in my real life. It hasn’t really bothered me before that nobody in my life is obsessed with this show (which is still odd to me considering I live in a very queer community, so you would think I could find at lease one person irl) and I just want to be IN IT with someone who gets it. I feel like I have a pinball mess of feelings inside of me and everyone is just walking around living life like nothing has happened, but something DID happen!

These thoughts have me thinking about grief- grief is not always associated with death or separation- grief is associated with loss. And if I keep going with these thoughts on grief/loss- everyone’s loss experience is different and personal, but one thing that is a common thread when going through loss, is we need people to see it, “witness it” and be able to hold it. This is why we (therapists) so often suggest support groups for people experiencing grief (different than therapy/treatment groups). In support groups there is space for healing because there is witnessing and story telling and shared experience with people who understand. There is also safety and trust when you are with others who will not diminish your experience and who will not try to fix it. One of the other things that is helpful in support groups is all the different perspectives and being able to see people at different points along their journey. You can also see and share in all the different ways people cope and move through- some write, some lean into music, some exercise, some talk, some listen, some take drives, some use humor, some give hugs and some people take a lot of hot showers- but overall it’s community and human connection and those things give us sense of belonging.

This long ramble leads me to here, on tumblr, this fandom feels like my support group. I’m grateful. It’s the place I dont feel embarrassed, my experience doesn’t feel diminished and it makes me feel like other people “get it”. It’s kinda feels like the Young Royals office is holding support groups in conference room #2.. And have you seen the coping skills (TALENT) in here!

This may be only going out into the void, but if it lands for just one other person, then my point has been made.

Sending y’all a gentle hug 💜

#on a personal note #rambles #young royals #young royals s3

[aggressively-crying]

Probably bad transformers animated headcanons

Bumblebee listens to 100 gecs and uses TikTok. Both of which he does with his speakers turned up. In public.

Prowl has considered buying a fur suit but stops himself every time he's about to go through with it.

Optimus purposefully misuses slang and memes to watch the crew members that know what the terms mean die inside. Even pronounces them wrong for extra flavor.

Ratchet watches soap operas. It started out as simply being curious as to what trash the humans consider good stories but then he got legitimately invested.

Sometimes Bulkhead tries eating human food just because it looks really really good, but it always inevitably tastes kinda gross because he wasn't meant to process that kind of material. He wants to find a way to convert it to energon but until that day comes, he's forced to simply stare and long for it.

The repair crew has movie nights once a week with Sari, both to get a better understanding of human culture, and as an excuse to hang out. Every once in awhile they accidentally pick a movie that they don't realize Sari probably should not be watching until it's too late. They do not speak of the Friday the 13th incident. Or the time Sari picked Coraline and Optimus had to leave halfway through.

In that vein, after realizing how jumpy he was about spiders on Halloween, Optimus actually tried giving himself a degree of exposure therapy so no harmless tiny arachnids needlessly die by his axe. Now he at least TRIES to bring them outside with a cup and a piece of paper, but he's not above just asking Bulkhead to do it instead.

Ratchet has taken to finding old junker cars and trying to fix them up in his spare time. Their makeup is painfully simple compared to Cybertronian anatomy, and it's not like he has to worry about what happens if he can't fix one fast enough. He still thinks just selling spare parts on the open market is barbaric, but it's kind of therapeutic for him to just work on something like that without the stress of having someone's life or even just general well-being in his hands. He lets Bulkhead repaint them when he's finished.

Sari does NOT actually know how sex works. At least, like, not accurately. The version of it she told to Optimus was wildly off-base, but still juuuust close enough to freak him out.

Similarly, Prowl has observed nature long enough to get a sort of incomplete idea of how all that goes down, and has come to the conclusion that organics universally lay eggs.

Bumblebee plays horror games with the lights off just to prove hes not chicken, and then has horrible nightmares for a week straight. He also fully believes in every video game creepypasta/myth you tell him, and swears up and down he's seen Herobrine.

Bulkhead is terrified of mice because he doesn't understand how anything can be that teeny tiny and he heard they can chew through metal like some kind of freaky organic scraplet. He gets nightmares about Ratchet opening him up and finding a whole colony of them chewing on his wires.

Sometimes while Megatron was just a head in Sumdac's lab, he'd be bored enough watch whatever was on TV between schemes and naps. The only thing he would ever admit he liked was wrestling because he felt at least a little vindication watching the pathetic organic wretches beat the slag out of each other. That and it reminded him a bit of his gladiator days.

Shockwave is a pretentious energon tea drinker and has whatever the Cybertron equivalent of a loose leaf tea infuser is. He INSISTS it's objectively better and whatever the more normie type of energon is simply cannot compare.

Lugnut has date nights with Strika but they usually start off as sparring matches that get juuuust a little out of hand. He would not have it any other way and loves when his big scary wife throws him across the room and into a wall, then immediately rushes over to check if he still functions. It may be the concussions, but he swears she looks like a holy being towering above him from where he's slumped over on the floor.

Blitzwing is actually pretty functional from day to day. He's had his multiple faces for long enough that he knows how to cope with them and work with them. Sometimes he has poor impulse control, and sometimes he can't stop himself from feeding his anger, but overall he's actually pretty good about keeping himself in check. He just leans into the whole "crazy" schtick because he knows that's how others see him and no matter what he does, he's not gonna change their perception. It's sort of a spite thing when he annoys people with it, but it's also kind of a self deprecating cry for help that he's REALLY hoping someone will eventually pick up on.

Starscream is only a Decepticon because he wanted to pursue acting but nobody would hire a Warframe. He sought out fame and adoring fans in the gladiator arena, and he got what he was after until Megatron kicked his skid plate and Starscream was suddenly no longer the popular seeker heartthrob bad boy, but a laughing stock who fell when someone bigger and stronger clipped his wings. He originally joined Megatron with the intent to climb the ranks and snatch his following out from under him, but then the war broke out and his whole plan was thrown off track.

No Cybertronian is 100% okay with Earth vehicles looking the way they do and not being alive. It's pretty creepy seeing what they think is just some guy carrying an organic around only to remember right, yeah, the organic's controlling him like cordyceps in an ant and he was never alive to begin with.

Blurr has to intentionally talk much slower than he would at his natural speaking pace just because nobody can understand what in Primus's name he's saying.

Between him, Jazz and the Jet Twins, it's actually kind of a meme on Cybertron that the elite guard badge messes with your speech synthesizer because Sentinel is the only member that speaks even slightly normally.

Jazz once attempted to show Sentinel a nature documentary that Prowl recommended. Sentinel proceeded to purge his fuel tank about five minutes in and forbid jazz from watching that filth outside his own quarters.

Both of the jet twins play fortnite whenever they're on earth and come up with the nastiest incomprehensible insults they can to spam into the microphone because they think that's just part of the game that nobody is taking seriously rather than unbelievably toxic people having mental breakdowns at losing.

And finally,

Cybertron has its own cryptids and urban legends: a long, serpentine beast, as long as 60 Warframes that slinks through the oil of Iacon's aqueducts. A jet black cybercat with three tails that will take your spark if you look it in the optics for too long. A shuttle painted in neons, appearing at the station on its own when there is only one transformer at the station, speaking honeyed words in a voice that sounds too familiar, and promising to bring you home safe, but keeps driving and never stops until you're in stasis or offline. A spectral figure that haunts the underground tunnels that few dare traverse, keeping to the shadows and darting out of sight, but you can always hear their engine revving, and always hear their anguished wails. A frame-bare mechanical avian, practically skeletal, that circles over the sea of rust, massive in size and always waiting to swoop down on unsuspecting mechs. They are spoken of in hushed whispers, none know for certain whether they are real or simply fiction. Most think it's silly to believe in such things, but the superstitions around them persist.

#transformers #maccadam #tfa #transformers animated #optimus prime #bumblebee #bulkhead #ratchet #prowl #sari sumdac #megatron #blitzwing #lugnut #shockwave #starscream #strika #blurr #jazz #sentinel prime #jetfire #jetstrorm

[i-am-kat-hi]

Yall wanted headcanons, yall shalt recieveth

Arturo styles Ace’s hair to make it look good.

#Couple Therapy

Their reaction ship is a cycle of “-I’m mad, I yell at you, we separate, I feel bad, I forgive you, we love each other again, something ticks me off so-” over and over again.

Arturo actually makes decent meals for them.

Don’t think they go easy on each other if they get intimate.

If either of them has a bad day, the other will hug and comfort them while they cry.

Arturo tries his best to help Ace care for himself.

Arturo also does makeup, Ace has tried it once and he looked kinda funny, which made Arturo laugh.

Every once in a while, Ace steals Arturo’s mask and hides it.

The way I squealed with joy for Aceturo cannot be explained with words. I fucking love Aceturo.

Ace definitly clings to Levi’s leg when he’s bored.

Levi usually makes Ace eat food

Ace and Levi make it a tradition to sleep in together every saturday no matter what.

They either don’t show affection or shower the other in it.

They both get very intimate with each other, especially when they’re both in a good mood.

Levi makes all the clothing they wear, since he refuses to let other people make what he and Ace wear.

This is one of my OPTs, I adore this ship to death.

Eden and Arei always bake cookies together. Arei would decorate them with swear words and Eden would draw faces on them.

Eden always kisses Arei goodnight.

Arei is very defensive of Eden and will do anything to make sure she’s safe.

Arei teases Eden often but the friendly type. Sometimes Eden drops a comeback which makes Arei proud.

When they kiss, Eden’s lips taste like sugar and Arei’s taste like lipstick.

They prefer to keep a romantic relationship, nothing too intimate.

The amount of hate these two get for being lesbian. Eden stays silent and Arei yells at them.

Lovely Lovely Lesbians <3

Damn 2 Charuko requests-

Charles and Teruko sleep in different rooms

The two of them order doordash because neither of them can cook.

Teruko is usually the one to start a conversation, Charles ends it

Teruko will sometimes wear Charles’ spare lab coat when he’s at work because she misses him

Charles gives small forehead kisses to Teruko when she’s asleep.

They keep their relationship purely romantic, with no sexual stuff.

They have a small bird named Kiki. She’s a Conure.

When they aren’t busy, they watch romance movies at home.

Charles had to take Teruko to a lawyer to fix up her legal documents.

FUCK YEAH MY FAVORITE SHIP, LET’S GOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Min has taught David perfect grammar for his speeches.

David and Min read books together. 

Since neither of them really go out, they order doordash.

To help David sleep, Min reads him some calming poems.

Min is always at the front row of David's speeches.

They bond over “society is fucking stupid”

David always moves Min’s bangs out of her eyes and Min takes off David’s starclips as an inside joke.

Rare pair I never thought of but like a lot now❣️

Nico brought a black cat home once and David refuses to let anyone else pet it.

The two of them adore oversized hoodies so they might wear one together.

David is usually the one who takes the initiative when it comes to intimacy, of course, he never goes rough.

The two of them are 

Nico usually makes meals for the two of them. David will sometimes have to drag Nico into the shower with him so they can get clean. Man, I’m all for rare-pairs and I think this ship is cute <3

How about both 😀

-Halloween Trio

Veronika and Arturo go on a lot of shipping sprees for fashionable clothing, with Ace having to carry everything.

Ace and Veronika agree to share Arturo, and Arturo watches in confusion.

Ace definitely loves it when Arturo hugs him. He sees it as a special occasion.

Veronika gives Arturo little pecks on the cheek and head pats Ace.

Ace is a rough kisser, Veronika goes a bit lighter, and Arturo gives light kisses.

They all have bracelets with each other’s names on them. FUCKING LOVE THIS POLYCULE.

-Acevid

They’res a lot of fighting between them.

They both call each other mentally insane.

Since neither of them really.. eats..their kitchen is very empty.

They rarely show each other affection, even if they want to.

Every once in a while, Ace will kiss David on the cheek.

Expect these two to have nightmares in the middle of the night, wake up crying, and hug each other for comfort.

Teruko lets her guard down around Nico

They’re not very touchy or intimate with each other.

They usually don’t talk with each other, instead, they write little notes for each other.

They have three cats, Tractor(a Canon Cat), Lily(A grey cat), and Soju(Brown with white splotches of fur).

Nap times are common.

Teruko usually drags Nico to baths and showers.

SO MANY HOODIES.

Oooo this ship intrests me/pos

Oh no…this ship…I can never escape it/lh

 They constantly fight but it’s more lighthearted.

They go all out in intimacy.

They sometimes have swear-offs, but David usually wins.

Teruko does David’s hair.

David gave up doing speeches and instead uses his new free time to hang out with Teruko.

The amount of injuries David has from Teruko’s luck is absurd. Teruko feels bad about this and tries to patch the other up.

Every once in a while, they have some wholesome moments.

Teruko calls David, “Stardust” and David calls Teruko “Nova”.

They have matching earrings. Teruko has a star earring and David has a moon one.

I LOVE. TERUVID.

The two of them often go out to graffiti on old buildings.

Arei often plays pranks on Xander, Xander afterward would pick her up and suspend her in the air playfully.

When Xander cooks for the two of them, Arei always has a bottle of cold water prepared since Xander cooks really spicy food.

They take baths together and splash each other in the process.

If either one of them gets hurt, the other gets very defensive. They definitely enjoy their intimate time together. This is a ship I’ve never seen before, personally I headcanon Arei as a lesbian but I’m all up for rare-pairs!

Whit makes the meals for the two.

Xander actually confessed to Whit the day before Valentinesday, since he knew Whit disliked the holiday.

Whit showers Xander with affection and Xander does his best to do the same.

They definitely enjoy their intimate time together.

Whit calls Xander “Xanxan”, and Xander calls Whit “Muffin” just because it’s cute.

Their ideal date is chasing each other on a grassy hill when it’s sunny outside.

Xanwhit is actually really cute now that I think about it.

Teruko is almost always dragged by Veronika to see horor movies.

Veronika is very intrigued by Teruko’s luck, even if that means she’s getting into a lot of trouble due to it.

Even if she doesn’t show it, Teruko loves Veronika dearly.

The two of them are very intimate with each other, Veronika always starts it and they switch around. Both of them exploring each other.

Veronika works at a movie production studio and Teruko is the main actor.Teruko learned how to write just so she could write love letters to Veronika. Man, I love this ship sm. It’s honestly adorable to me.

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GASP A LOT OF REQUESTS AND A LOT OF HEADCANONS! TYSM TO EVERYONE WHO REQUESTED SHIPS <333

#omg so many requests #arei nageishi #charles cuevas #teruko tawaki #whit young #drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdt ships #david chiem #veronika grebenshchikova #arturo giles #nico hakobyan #no hu suprisingly #eden tobisa #or j damn- #uhhhh #i have to tag every ship don't i- #oh god oh fuck #charuko #halloween poly #aceturo #acevid #areden #xanwhit #minvid #terunika #xanrei #nicovid #teruvid #acevi

[disabledunitypunk]

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[Image ID: A tumblr post with the username cut off which reads "i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet." /end ID]

No. Just no.

You don't HAVE TO do anything. ARFID is called an EATING DISORDER for a reason. What's it going to take to get it through your heads that some people cannot, under ANY circumstances, eat certain foods because of their neuroDISABILITIES. It's almost like disabilities of the brain can still make you NOT ABLE to do things!

You also have no moral obligation to be healthy. Healthism is one of the fundamental pillars of ableism. Health is a personal choice that must be fully, enthusiastically consensual (which does not mean you can mumble-grumble about the steps it takes to get there or have complex feelings that include resentment about the process or what caused the unhealthiness in the first place).

The "hi, I used to be this person!" is, get this, ALSO ABLEISM. Like good job, you had the ability to do something with effort that some people with your same disability can never do! Something that, might I add, you had no obligation to do but chose to because YOU either wanted it or were unfairly pressured to. Plus, the narrative of "you can overcome your disabilities if you try hard enough" is incredibly insidious even in disabled communities (in my experience, especially so in neurodivergent communities, but I'll also add my experiences aren't universal).

Just, everything about this post reeks of ableism. A "hey, if you're wanting to eat more veggies but can't because of sensory issues, these ways of preparing them might make them edible for you!" would have reached MORE people and accomplished more than... all of that.

I'd also like to add: healthism is how you get involuntary psychiatric holds for even people who are self-harming or using substances as a form of harm reduction. Healthism is how you get psychiatric and medical abuse that forces or manipulates you onto meds you do consent to being on (including coerced consent, as that is not consent).

Healthism and ableism both is why insurances and doctors require you to go to physical therapy to "get better" before even considering prescribing a mobility aid because "what if the mobility aid has health consequences when PT could 'fix' you?" Healthism is responsible for "do no harm" stopping at bodily harm and not taking a holistic, whole-person approach to making sure disabled people have a good quality of life.

Healthism is also a primary driver of fatphobia and to a lesser extent, medical intersexism. There is a normative idea of what "health" even is, one that is often incorrect and based in bigotry, that means deviations from that norm get blamed for any symptoms a person expresses while actual causes are ignored. "Corrective" measures are forced are many people who neither want nor need them to be healthy.

Healthism aims to make people more abled (or at least more able to conform to abled standards) without regard for their quality of life, personal wishes, or even consent. It is directly responsible for medical abuse.

It is also responsible for medical neglect, in that if you *can't* pursue a treatment option, doctors will often refuse to explore other treatments. Instead, they assume you're simply lazy and don't want to get better, and are therefore a waste of their time.

("Can't" here includes 'is technically possible but the consequences of doing so make you as sick or sicker/in as much or more pain/as or more disabled than not doing anything at all.)

Often there's another treatment option that would work just fine. Sometimes there's no viable option, and GOOD treatment then becomes exploring how to still live as fulfilling a life as possible with the condition untreated. Sometimes it's only possible to manage a disability that is usually fully possible to send into remission. There's a wide spectrum of experiences here.

But the most important thing is: what do YOU want for your body? Will conforming to standards of "health" help you feel happier and live a more preferable life for you? Will the requirements in the process of becoming "healthy" end up just making you sicker or more disabled in one way or another?

Also, are there access barriers or direct obstacles caused by your disability in the way of seeking the health outcomes you want? Are those outcomes not possible because of your disabilities, and if so, is healthy OR helpful to keep pushing yourself past your limits or trying and failing to do so? Have you made sure this is what YOU want, and not what you feel pressured into doing*?

*(Reminder to BELIEVE PEOPLE if they say it is what they want. We respect autonomy above all here.)

I've talked about this before, but recovery is about what YOU want and are able to do. There are no milestones you have to make or requirements you have to meet. It's okay to be unhealthy. Often, disability means you don't have a choice in the matter, and moralizing health is therefore moralizing disability.

It contributes to the myth that disability and chronic illness especially is a result of "bad choices", and especially the culturally christian idea that it is a "punishment" for "sinful behaviors" and "righteous behaviors" will be rewarded with the person becoming abled again.

As I said above, remember: Autonomy above all. What matters, first, foremost, and forever, is what each disabled individual wants. Helping other disabled people with tools to reach their desired bodily and psychiatric outcomes? Yes!! Do that!!

Disabled people don't owe anyone health, though, and certainly not standards of health that may make us sicker or more disabled than simply not conforming to them.

#ableism #healthism #intersexism #fatphobia #disability #culturally christian #recovery #neurodisability #eating disorder #ARFID #just another reminder that if YOU want to recover and be healthier we FULLY support you #this is about respecting people's autonomy and not moralizing or forcing 'health' on anyone #I also would welcome commentary on how healthism interacts with medical racism as that's not something I have experience with #cw medical abuse #cw psych abuse #cw medical neglect #cw self harm #cw substance use

[utilitycaster]

Do you feel like you like FCG more now *because* of how much he originally grated on you? Because I’ve been feeling lately like that. Like I see him now and part of what I enjoy is how very much he’s grown as a person from the (sorry Sam) painfully unpleasantly awkward/nosy guy he was. I like him more because of how much he bothered me to start. If not that, what else do you feel had fueled your shift in feelings, I’d love to hear!

Good question! I don’t know if it’s that he was grating early on so much that the things that were issues for me early on have since been resolved in-game as part of a compelling and well-crafted arc. There are characters who have great character arcs whom I’ve loved start to finish, but it is true that there’s something uniquely satisfying when a character you didn't like turns around, and this is by far the most dramatic turnaround I've experienced in actual play.

I didn’t mind the awkwardness, and the nosiness was a bit irritating, but for me the problems were much more the constant people-pleasing/terrible therapy from someone who didn’t seem to have any awareness combined with the fact that a sourceless cleric is not interesting to me at all, and Sam was having a difficult time with the mechanics which is somewhat unforgivable in a party with two glass cannons.

All of that has since been fixed. I think the subclass is still in need of retooling, but now that the party has more HP and FCG themself has more options, Sam is less reliant on the mechanics I disliked and much more comfortable with more standard cleric options. FCG developing a sense of personhood and approaching his interests out of genuine curiosity and wistfulness about the experiences he cannot have rather than the obsequious “oh, I’m just a machine” has been a joy to watch. And, of course, they’re engaging with a deity! They’re exploring faith in a way we really haven’t seen before; all our past clerics have been clerics since childhood, and the pathway to being a paladin is fundamentally different. Finding out more about Aeor, and his connection with FRIDA are both icing on the cake - really, all I needed was an arc about FCG finding a source of faith (deity-based or conceptual) and coming to terms with being a real person, and, like Ashton, I couldn’t be prouder of them.

If I may: I think of the cast, Sam is not necessarily graceful or subtle at dropping hints and working in a picture of what’s there without explicitly saying it (I've talked about this as negative space), but he is extremely good at understanding the structure of a story and that this is work that needs to be done. Think of Nott spending an hour disguised as a halfling in a cafe, or Scanlan doing drugs, or FCG being weird about birds and talking about their past party. It's necessary groundwork to be laid, and it’s infinitely better to lay it on thickly or imperfectly than to not do it at all. As a result, sometimes Sam's characters do take longer to grow on me, but they consistently have; the turnaround for FCG was just the sharpest.

I think because FCG was built around a particularly complicated reveal, it was rough until we hit Breaking Point. Because he was so focused on putting those dominoes in place, he was holding back too much on everything else. Once we had that reveal it felt like Sam could actually breathe. The confirmation FCG had a soul came not long after and everything since then has been a wonderfully explored arc of someone coming at the problem of “who am I and where do I fit in to the world” from several different directions.

#answered #Anonymous #critical role #fcg

[blackenedfeathersfallingdown]

sunnflower content + rant 🌻

first of all, ao3 !! i really just wanted some good, nontoxic sunflower fanfiction because both sunny & basil deserve to be happy after the shit they've gone through! also, i wanted to feel better because BASIL IS CLEARLY HEAD OVER HEELS FOR SUNNY AND HE DOESNT KNOW IT (video by nerdy arty) hdjvhdjvhdn he JUST LIKE ME FR!!

ive categorized them by AU / canoncompliant with additional tags! completed fics are marked with 🌻, long fics (5k+ words) are marked with 💡

canon compliant:

Culinary Conversations by ShardOfHope💡

A Mug of Sundrops in a Wave of Sadness by karma_kalanchoe💡

The First Day of the Rest of Your Life by smiles2m

Suddenly, Sunny by diagnosed_shitposter

Bloom Later by witheredahlia💡

Catch a Glimmer of Your Star by UdonPuddle 🌻💡

au / mari lives:

Secondhand Sequitir by Soppypup💡🌻

He's Impossible by HowardR💡

to bask in your warmth by im_clo💡🌻

Flower Language by mirror_to_the_past💡

hmestwbf by ME (yes yours truly)

next up is yt animatics because uhhh idk i really like watching homo idiots!! i have 🕹️ that indicates the video depicts some omori plot involving spoilers for the game (the accident, angst, etc) or covers the entire game happening.

OMORI MV - Eine Kleine by Bear🕹️

Try Again by eggsoupery🕹️

OMORI MV - Love Me by white_tulips_

Nonsense Speaker by Nerdy Arty🕹️

in defense of sunflower: (major omori spoilers here cw!!)

why are people antagonizing them this badly? seriously i don't get it. they were children when the accident happened and gameplay shows that both of them got shittons of trauma

"what the hell were you guys thinking when you decided to ship two mentally unstable teenagers that participated in the same manslaughter??"

it was an accident. looking at the incident, i firmly believe it was very seriously fucked up, and they weren't in the right state of mind when it happened. consider the situation, the person you love most in the world is gone forever. in this situation, sunny completely closes in on himself and creates headspace. basil on the other hand sees sunny (his childhood best friend and the one he describes as 'perfect' and puts on a pedestal) completely having a mental breakdown. basil panics, not knowing what to do, because both of the people he idolize is gone - mari is dead, a part of sunny died with her. obviously he has a mental breakdown figuring out what to do, too?

obviously we should also consider basil's mental state at this point - pure speculation here, but basil, due to his feminine gender expression, would have been a victim of bullying, and the gang would have been his first friends. and basil photographs things he cherishes. that would mean he sees himself losing his friends when mari dies because sunny is most likely gonna be legally convicted of manslaughter right? in his disoriented, panicked mind, he wanted to protect sunny, the friend he most likely did have feelings for but was unable to admit them due to already being bullied, (that's just my hc dw) and did something that is super fucked up — he did more harm than good, but i believe he was just trying to fix everything back the way it was. we're absolutely going to talk about why Basil knows how to tie a noose, which adds to my point — basil might already have been mentally unwell (no doubt taking more shit from life than one is supposed to) BEFORE he met his friends, and he was desperately trying to salvage what little happiness he had left.

i cannot deny that sunnflower has full potential of being a very unhealthy and toxic relationship, but i might add that the true + secret ending has both Somethings disappear, implying that both of them are capable of healing. thats why i ship them manyyearsafter-canon or AU, bc therapy can fix shit ive seen it myself

ill end this little rant by a comment from j0kerclash on reddit:

Pairing them together is the implication that they are able to completely heal from their trauma, the actual dynamics of their relationship isn't toxic, it was the circumstances of their interactions combined with the context of the event itself. Sunny and Basil aren't permanently fucked up, I'd say it's quite harmful to imply that people are forever broken and can never truly recover. Considering the choices in the game are about confronting, accepting, and moving on from guilt and trauma, the best scenario for both Sunny and Basil, is if they were truly able to let go and not become triggers for each other, which is illustrated by them being unaffected by the potential toxicity of their past.

sorry for the rant! here are some links also defending the ship

if you enjoyed, i also have another sunflower headcannon post

from diagnosed_shitposter

idfk how to link the original text im sorry

this

#omori sunflower #omori sunnflower #sunny x basil #basil x sunny #i love these idiots #let them be gay #omori #omori basil #omori sunny #omori sunny x basil #sunnflower #theyre so silly #they are in love #omori fluff #fanfiction #god i am gay

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Two

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language, Psychological Trauma, Electroshock Therapy Gone Wrong (In The Real World You Are Fully Anesthetized), Flashbacks.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later).

Word Count: ~2.6k

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“I cannot believe you are actually doing this,” Jemima sighed from where she lounged on your bed as you carefully packed away your belongings. “I mean, you handed in your two weeks' notice! This is not just visiting, Y/N, you are full-on bloody moving to Wych Cross. When I said to visit Paul and Alex, I didn’t mean for you to bloody quit your job and bloody move in with them!”

“I don’t think you’ve said bloody enough, Jemima,” You drawled out, glancing at her. “One more for good measure?” 

“Bloody hell, Y/N! I’m serious!”

“So am I!” You retorted, flaring your fingers from where they gripped a packing bin. “Face it Jem, my parents didn’t fix me, they only found a place to shove all of my fears and dreams in, close and lock the door, and dispose of the key. I’ve never dealt with it, just medicated myself so I didn’t have the thinking capacity to deal with it.” 

You stared at each other, not breaking eye contact until Jemima heaved out a sigh and her face morphed into one of concern. 

“I’m worried about you, Y/N/N, you’ve been off since that night at the club. What happened?” You dropped your head and stared at the packed, wrapped objects from your room, pursing your lips. You wanted to tell her everything. She was your best friend and you told each other everything. But this, this wasn’t something you could talk to her about. You didn’t want her to think you were going crazy, you didn’t want anyone to think you were going crazy. You had been in that situation as a child, and you did not want to be subjected to the same treatment as you had in the past. Haunted by silver blue eyes in both your dreams and waking hours, you were determined to go to Wych Cross and get your answers. 

“This is something I need to do myself, Jemima, and I love you, but I can’t do this with help.” You could tell Jemima wanted to argue with you, but thankfully she remained silent on that matter. 

“What are you going to do about your finances, Y/N, you’ve quit your job.” You snorted at that.

“I’m Paul and Alex’s only grandchild and they smother me with gifts and love. I’m set to inherit the manor and they’re loaded, I’m not going to be in financial trouble any time soon, Jemima.” She didn’t look entirely appeased and was still clearly upset that you were leaving. Abandoning your packing, you walked over to your bed and climbed onto the mattress to lay next to her on your back. Staring at the ceiling, you pondered on what to say. You hadn’t ever strayed too far from each other, nor had you ever stayed away for too long. But you moving away entirely? You didn’t know how either of you would deal with this. “You’re always welcome to visit, you know. It’s not like I’m never going to let you come. I’d be a horrid friend.” 

Jemima rotated her head to look at you laying next to her, her brown eyes still filled with worry. 

“I don’t know what’d I’d do if something happened to you, Y/N. Whatever your great-granddad got himself into, I don’t think the rumors are just rumors. You know what they say about what he had in the basement.” You didn’t laugh at her worries or try to correct her statement that in all your years of visiting Paul and Alex, no demons had ever come out of the basement… not that you had ever been down there. 

“Well I don’t plan on going into the basement and I’ve never heard anything while in the house. I’m sure I’ll be perfectly fine. You know that Alex and Paul will never let anything happen to me.” Jemima sighed and rolled over, wrapping her arms around your body. You did the same as she buried her face into your neck. “I’m sure everything will be fine, you can come to visit during your summer break, and spend a few weeks there. I’m sure you’ll love walking the grounds.”

Your attempts at packing stopped for a moment as you and Jemima took a few moments to yourselves. That feeling of foreboding danger was still growing in the pit of your stomach, but you weren’t going to run away anymore. It was time to face your nightmares. 

You had departed from Manchester Victoria train station at approximately 05:11 in the morning, to arrive in London at about 08:25. It had been a brutal early morning on the train ride despite riding first class and having comfortable seat. You hadn’t bothered trying to sleep, knowing that you would only be plagued by dreams you still tried to avoid. So you spent the morning texting back and forth with Jemima who had driven you to the train station. She was still a ball of nerves and you doubt they would subside any time soon. You hoped that by texting her you would ease her worry by letting her know that you were okay. While you were waiting for your train to Wych Cross, you sat down with a coffee and scone. 

Paul had written you a full-length letter in the excitement of your coming to live with him and Alex. In the letter, he talked about everything that had been happening recently including Alex’s most recent decline in health. He was spending more and more time in his wheelchair and physical therapy was now coming more regularly. It was hard for Paul to continue to take care of Alex and your presence could certainly help with the strain. You were worried about Paul hurting himself and if you could prevent him from doing so by being there, your worry would lessen.  

Upon boarding the train that would take you to Wych Cross, you found a seat directly next to the window and decided to just enjoy the scenery you hadn’t seen in so long. Greenery and quaint houses passed by and you had vague recollections of them in your memories. Leaning your head against the glass, you let your thoughts wander.

Sitting on the edge of your small bed in your equally small hospital room, you stared at your sock-covered feet and ignored the man trying to talk to you about your latest therapy session. You didn’t want to talk about it, talking about it usually ended up with more treatment, or medication, or more shocks. Shocks you could still feel running up and down your spine. The doctors told you that the therapy would help your apparent psychosis. You didn’t understand what that word meant, but according to everyone around you, including your parents, it was bad. 

You worked so hard to pretend to be normal, to reduce the number of painful treatments you were subjected to. To reduce the number of times you were forced to swallow the medicine they gave you. It was never enough though, you could control yourself during your waking hours, but not when you were asleep. Your unconscious state gave you away every time.  

“Y/N, I need you to work with me. It’s the only way to make you feel better.” Dr. Cunningham spoke, tapping his pen on the clipboard he carried around. Your bloodshot eyes finally lifted. Dr. Cunningham looked old enough to be the same age as grandpapa Alex or Paul. His hair was greying, his face wrinkled, and his dark eyes dead from life. You didn’t like him because he personified everything you hated in this place where you were alone and scared. Mama and papa said they would fix you here, but all you felt was terror and pain. 

“I want to go home,” Your voice was soft yet scratchy, rough from the screams of pain during your shock therapy. You were supposed to be sedated, but every time you retained just enough consciousness to feel and remember every muscle twitch and spine-tingling shock that left your strapped-down body jerking place. You didn’t know what was worse, the shock therapy or the feeling of the sedatives they had started pumping into you at night to stop your dreams. You hated the lethargic feeling that bogged your body down so much you could barely move or speak. 

“We’ve talked about this, Y/N, you can go home when you’re nightmares go away and you stop having those dreams of yours.” He reminded you candidly. His pen clicked on his clipboard a few more times. “Perhaps it is time to have another session with Dr. Springer, I think it’s been quite a few days, hm? Let’s see how this session goes and reassess.” 

While your body started trembling in terror and crippling fear, Dr. Cunningham rose to his feet, wrote a few notes on his clipboard, and strode out of your room without another word. Drawing your legs up to your chest, you hugged your legs as hot tears leaked from your eyes. You wanted to go home, you wanted to go home so bad and forget that you had ever been sent to this place. No, you wanted to wake up from this nightmare and return to a life where you were happy. If only you didn’t have to forget about him to do so.

It wasn’t long before two orderlies arrived to collect you for another session with Dr. Spinger and herded you toward the treatment room, you let yourself fall into a state of numbness. Shutting down deep within yourself seemed to help you through your sessions, but it didn’t help the pain that crackled its way through your bones and body in sharp waves. Twisting through your nerves until your very fingers spasmed. You were lifted onto the treatment table by your arms and when the padded straps were strapped over your ankles and wrists, you stared at the same spot you always stared at before the treatment began. The orderlies moved around you without talking, poking and prodding you while sticking you with a needle and shoving a mouth guard between your teeth. As the electrodes were attached to your forehead Dr. Springer appeared overhead.

“Hello Y/N, Dr. Cunningham has told me it’s time to have another session. We’re going to up the frequency this time, and see if that makes a difference. Your mind is a tough nut to break, but don’t worry, we’ll make it crack soon enough and have you on your way home.” He said cheerfully. You didn’t like the way he spoke about breaking your mind. Your mind didn’t need to be broken to be fixed, did it? There was some chatter between the orderlies and the doctor and the metal probes were brought to your temples. Something was injected into your I.V., causing a wave of burn up your arm. Sleepiness started taking over, your body feeling heavier and heavier as each second passed, and just when you thought you would be able to slip into a sleep that would protect you from the shocks to come, intense lightning rippled from your temple straight to your toes, burning and tingling every inch of the body it passed. 

Biting down on the mouth guard, you thought you’d break your teeth with how hard your jaw clenched. Your uncontrollable jerking limbs were caught by the restraints as Dr. Springer counted out loud. You couldn’t hear what number he counted to, but the intense buzzing stopped momentarily as you sagged back to the cold table and another machine in the room started beeping and making other sounds. Whimpering through the mouth guard, your blurry vision settled on one of the nicer orderlies who sometimes held your hand, letting you squeeze hers as hard as you could.

“We’re almost there, love,” She whispered to you gently, patting your messy, unwashed hair. “Promise.” 

Maybe if you tried harder to let them break you, this would all be over. You focused on that thought as the next wave of electricity ran through your body, seizing your limbs until the leather restraints dug into your skin. 

Jerking from sleep while feeling the painful ghosts of electricity running through your limbs, you blinked against bright sunlight and winced as your head hurt. Straightening up in your seat, you rubbed your forehead and tried to get the memory out of your head. That wasn’t a particularly helpful memory to remember, you’d have preferred to not remember the fact that you had been shocked until your mind had forced itself to forget all about your dreams and experiences. At times your toes still curled from the phantom pain rattling up and down your spine. Apparently, they had gotten your medication dosage wrong and the anesthesia you were supposed to receive before the procedure, failed to work properly, leaving you to fully experience and remember the treatment. 

Your mind might have blocked out most of the memories of your experiences with your dreams but it had no issue remembering what you had gone through while at the psychiatric ward. It protected you for some time, but now you were remembering what it had worked hard to keep a secret, and you weren’t sure you wanted to remember what your brain had repressed. But then there was the raven-haired, silver-blue-eyed man who continued to haunt you even after all this time. Who was he and what did he want with you? Continuing to run your fingers through your hair, you noted that the train was slowing down and that the conductor was speaking over the intercom system. You had arrived in Wych Cross. 

Exiting the train and collecting your luggage was easy enough, finding a taxi that would take you to the manor was another story. Even today the locals were wary of approaching the old manor, but eventually, you found one willing to take you after explaining that you were the granddaughter of Alex and Paul and that they were expecting your arrival. It wasn’t that long of a trip to the manor and after paying for the taxi, you picked up your luggage and walked over to the grand front doors still just as polished as you remembered. You hit the door knocker and waited. It was a few moments before the door creaked open to reveal Herman, the steward of Paul and Alex. 

“It has been some time since you last visited us, Little Miss,” Herman spoke, opening the door wider and holding out his hand for your luggage. 

“You’re going to have to get used to seeing me around, Herman, are my grandfathers in the study with tea?” Herman bowed his head while taking your luggage. 

“As you suspect Miss, I shall bring your luggage to your room?” Nodding in thanks, you glided through the familiar halls, heading in the direction of the study where you would find Alex and Paul enjoying a cup of afternoon tea. They were creatures of habit after all. Quietly letting yourself into the long room, you saw Alex sitting in his chair, sipping from his cup while Paul held a paper in hand, reading the morning news no doubt. 

“I hope I’m not intruding,” You spoke up, emerging from the shadows. Paul beamed at you as Alex’s face glowed with happiness in his old age. You were honestly surprised they were both still living given their ages, but you were glad to have them as long as you had.  

“Y/N! You’ve arrived! We’ve missed having you running around the manor in the summer.” You went to Alex first, leaning down to kiss his cheek and hug him before doing the same with Paul. 

“You needn’t worry about me leaving, grandpapa, I’m here for good now,” You reassured Alex as Paul prepared you a teacup from the tray on the table. He handed you the cup. “So, do tell me what you two have been up to as of late?” 

Date Published: 8/19/22

Last Edit: 4/25/23

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#dream the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus #lord morpheus #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless x reader #dream the endless #dream x reader #dream of the endless #the sandman x reader #sandman x reader #the sandman

[emo-gremlin]

GORDON HEADCANON TIME! (SFW)

🔧 Definitely has PTSD, but is seeking therapy for it. He can't handle fireworks and will sometimes still have nightmares about his service as well as his treatment when the war was over.

🔧 Actually treats the puppets like people. Something only Al truly did. Everyone is much closer to Gordon because of this.

🔧 The Unfriendly Neighbors respect him greatly, defeating the Amalgapuppet is not an easy task. And, he actually let's them come and go as they please, with good behavior of course. He let's them watch tv.

🔧 Has and will take the puppets on field trips. He definitely gets strange looks from others, but he doesn't care, if they're happy, he's happy.

🔧 The puppets have more of a presence in the city since he took over the studio. Puppets have to be chaperoned by either a George or Tax if going out into the city.

🔧 HUGE vetting process when it comes to hiring new people. He especially hires other veterans like himself, knowing how hard it is to find work after the war.

🔧 The puppets ask him a lot of silly questions about being human, and while he sometimes finds it annoying, he always takes time out of his day to answer as best he can.

🔧 Tries his best not to swear around the puppets

🔧 While he is technically the head honcho of the studio, he mainly takes care of handyman work. Ricky usually takes care of the actual studio/show stuff.

🔧 Treats Ricky as the puppets' ambassador in a sense. Any decisions are decided by both him and Ricky together.

🔧 Guest stars on the show from time to time, usually to teach about safety and some general handyman knowledge that kids should know.

🔧 Once Gordon helped Ray fix the sewage pipes, Ray became very protective of Gordon, and is ready to lash out at any human who gives the man a hard time. Gordon tries not to have arguments with staff around him because of this.

🔧 Teaches the puppets how to behave around kids. Unfortunately George has and will teach kids rude gestures and swear in front of them he cannot be stopped. He also once tried to teach a kid to drive and Gordon shut that down real fast.

🔧 He did eventually move into the studio, much to the puppets delight. This has lead to mornings where he is buried in puppets because a few had nightmares the night prior.

#mfn game #mfn gordon #my friendly neighborhood #my friendly neighborhood game #mfn

[sorrinslays]

Lowkey just realized this, but Simon is perfect for literally every vision from Genshin

Like, think about it:

Anemo vision is given to those who, in some way, desire or chase some form of freedom

Starting off strong, Simon fits that description really well for a number of reasons. He wants to feel free from the guilt and pain of losing Betty and the world he lived in so many centuries ago. He wishes to escape from the labyrinth that is his mind (more Ice King but yk). He desires freedom from his past as Ice King and the mistakes and atrocities he did. And lastly, he wishes to find the true freedom that is death (implied)

Geo vision is given to those who work hard to achieve their ambitions

You cannot tell me that does not describe Simon. He worked hard to be where he was in life (pre-Betty), going on expeditions, researching and not stopping even if literally nobody believes or respects him. And even now, he is working hard to be a better person (going to therapy and expanding his social circle)

Electro vision is given to those who see the world differently from others and are genetically considered different or odd

Now let's be honest with ourselves, that's, like, Simon 101. Even before the Mushroom war Simon was considered weird. Nobody was interested in his lectures or saw his research as valuable (except Betty). It's even more true now that he feels isolated and different from everyone around him due to his circumstances. He's supposed to be dead, yet he's still here, surrounded by people so similar yet different from him in a world that feels like as if someone looked at earth through a funky mirror

Dendro vision is given to those who either seek or posses knowledge or skills that are considered either hidden or forbidden or simply value knowledge highly

Again, it describes the poor sad little man perfectly. As a researcher he valued knowledge very highly as he always studied or researched whenever we see his "past" life. Now he also possesses 'forbidden' knowledge, that of the crown and Golb

Hydro vision is given to those who either have a strong dedication towards something, or have a desire to help or protect others

Marceline, Fiona and Cake. Need I say more?

He wishes to protect people he deeply cares for, especially if he sees them as child-figures. He sacrificed his sanity because it was the only way to protect Marceline during the apocalypse and left before things went bad and he was willing to do the same for Fiona and Cake to protect them even if it mean going through the heartache all over again

Pyro vision is given to those who are strongly passionate about something and dedicated their life to it

You could make the case for both his research and love for artifacts and Betty but I think that Betty is the better option for this. At the start of the series, we see that he has dedicated a lot of his time to Betty even she isn't with him anymore. He still wants to see her again, to save her. She was his everything and he loves her more than anything, unable to move on until the finale and even then he still has trouble with it

Cryo vision is given to those who are at a "crossroad" in their life, are torn between responsibilities and desires or hiding something

The irony of the cryo fitting him aside, the vision is literally him in the series. He's torn between wanting to hang on on that thread of sanity that Betty literally sacrificed her life for and helping Fiona and Cake and having a purpose in life once again. He wants to help but by helping he's basically spitting in Betty's face and showing that her final sacrifice means nothing. How can he decide? When he feels like every day is not only meaningless but also taxing and a waste of Betty's gift. He doesn't deserve it but at least he can help someone, fix their world and do something good with his life. After all, no one really needs him, right?

(This is a very random post and it's a habit I developed of thinking "what vision fits the character I'm hyperfixating on the most?" and, honestly, I recommended it to everyone cause it makes you look deeper and understand them better as a character)

(Don't take this too seriously tho, it's just crazy ramblings that plague my mind at night)

#simon petrikov #betty grof #fiona and cake #fionna and cake #adventure time fionna and cake #genshin impact #genshin visions #character analysis #ramblings

[ae-neon]

Anti Nessian Ramble (part...4...?)

The way Nessian doesn't work on both ends is kind of impressive.

Like fans of both sides can agree the execution (if not the ship itself) is bad? It's almost everyone Vs sjm even if they have different opinions on why it doesn't work.

Obviously a lot of people still ship Nessian but when a majority of even the shippers don't like the book??

As an IC anti I can guarantee Cassian would easily crack my top 5 characters if you removed his relationship with Nesta from the discussion.

As a Nesta fan, I hope he dies.

Like that's how much damage forcing them together in this way has done.

A lot of anti acosf but pro Nessian frustration is shifted to Mor and I can understand that - I don't like Mor, I think she's a failed character - but erasing Mor wouldn't fix Nessian?

I promise you matching underwear is not what makes Nessian bad or abusive.

The problem is that readers (me included) like when broken characters fit together but SJM writes romances like self-help books with sex as a tool in between eating regularly and getting exercise.

I won't get into Nesta cause all I can say is Nesta herself refused to become a warrior. That's it. Anything else is character assassination.

But Cassian...

SJM acts like these men are picking up and fixing these women when when she forgets (outside of farming sympathy and abuse excusing) that the men are also traumatized and need therapy

Cassian cannot help Nesta. He cannot be her support or her guide. Brother is lost in his own struggle.

He's clearly not over his upbringing, his family issues, his sense of identity, being used by his high Fae friends (Mor for sex and Rhysand for the suppression and oppression of their people), has he fully confronted how he feels about how his actions might have hurt Azriel (not because of Mor but because Azriel and Cassian are friends) ? He almost died twice in the span of weeks if not months between Hybern and the War

He cannot save Nesta. He is drowning. He is angry. And sad. And who knows what else.

And that's while my frustration around Nessian was present from the beginning, I generally don't count him not going to immediately check on her post war as one of the relationship's flaws.

I think that it was a really human moment. Cassian has a family. He has had them for 500 years and he only just got Rhys back. He's allowed to be happy about that.

The bond is a foreign entity. Something he didn't choose. Nesta is someone he doesn't know, someone who is resistant to knowing him or his family.

They are both broken but they clearly don't fit together.

Sjm should have let them fall apart.

#anti nessian #we back #never left #will always be here #nesta archeron #anti sjm #anti acosf #sjm critical #nesta deserves better #cassian deserves better

[x-authorship-x]

"Did he smile at them" lmao Raido clearly acting like this isn't the first time something similar happened

Honestly I have so much fun with SQ2 because they all do outrageous shit but in specific flavours and it's so fun picking who would freak out over what!!!

Like Kakashi, in his ANBU era before he gets even more publically erratic, is extremely unfazed by anyone's outrageous behavior because 1) he does not care or know where the social line in the sand is and 2) he's not intervening even when it's specifically his circus, his monkeys... And when it comes to doing outrageous shit, Kakashi's rule is that if he can, then he fucking will, and the gods themselves cannot fucking stop him 😂 for example, this man will flaunt porn in public on purpose and theft is only theft if he is the victim

With Shisui, he is painfully aware of social convention (the Elders are BREATHING down his neck, he can already feel Mikoto's eyes burning his skull) BUT it's all about context. Can he get away with it? Yes? FULL STEAM AHEAD. Are there witnesses? Yes? Will Genjutsu fix it? No? FUCK, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES (bursts into flames from the mortifying ordeal of being known and unable to lie). For example, Shisui gaslighting everyone in earshot? A normal Monday. Genma makes a dirty joke at his expense? JAIL, JAIL, WE ARE ALL GOING TO HELL AND SHISUI IS GONNA TAKE THEM THERE 🔥🤡🔥

Tenzo is arguably the funniest because my boy straight up is not in the know 😂 Tenzo will say the most bland shit and it will hit the feels.... Tenzo will also say the most fucked up thing in your entire life and it will be an attempt at humor and you've got to just keep living your life. No, being in the Squad isn't helping. Kakashi is just as bad, if intentional, and Genma is enabling him, Raidou doesn't have the energy to fight a losing battle and Shisui isn't being paid enough to therapy dog the whole group. This is just an incredible wildcard.

Genma....! When he's yelling at the others, it's not because he wants them to stop. It's because HE is supposed to be the hysterical influence and he gets jealous when they upstage him. Shisui batting his eyelashes and getting the spa treatment as a hostage is just too much to bear, Genma tried to give a target a lapdance once and all he got was ten bucks and the desire to shower ASAP 😂😭🤡 he is so so proud of the chaos (he knows EXACTLY what he's doing) but he is also absolutely plotting how to one up the others on the outrageous scale

Raidou.... Oh I saved him for last, Anon, because not only is he the one you were actually commenting on but Raidou's reaction is always my fav. You THINK, looking at the group, that Raidou is the resident normal one. You might have thought that with drinking (nope, Raidou's drunken antics are firmly about 'Me Time' and he's valid, he is NOT designated driving). Or maybe paperwork (Tenzo and Shisui do the paperwork, actually, because Raidou's tends to get ruined by Genma/Kakashi or his own pyrotechnics/ink). Or maybe just being socially conscious individuals.... No. Raidou might be the most normal one because he has a stable home life, civilian parents who are both alive and who love and support him, and he sees the 'other side' of living in Konoha... But he also was the only one to be look at the options in life and PICK being a Shinobi. Like HELLO that's a bit INTERESTING. Raidou is So Done (I'm sorry but *looks at the rest of the SQ* YOUR HOME LIFE WAS WHAT) but simultaneously So On Board (you wanna tattoo your eyelids with fuinjutsu? Say less, bestie) for the bullshit like yes this is deffo the normal Shinobi way to behave, Genma of COURSE Shisui flirted with his captors now please help me steal the bedframe it's solid wood and the slats keep popping out of my bunk at home 👏👏👏 Raidou won't condone being an asshole to service staff but he's more than willing to calmly go back to his book when someone is plotting a murder at the next table.... It's just not his business 💅

This got out of hand, sorry Anon BUT yeah Raidou would classify Shisui's puppy eyes as both a cringe-fail tactic BUT an effective means of manipulation... So long as he doesn't have to watch the car wreck 😂

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #shisui #raidou #Kakashi #genma #tenzo #squad two #hope au

[busycucumbermelon]

The rich girls poet

Natalie, X reader,

I don’t know what warnings to put for this

Natalie loves to hear whatever pops into your little mind no matter how dark it gets. It’s something that fuels Natalie 

You had so much to be powerful, but were you proud at all you remember the nights you would cried for something you did not understand nights, when you cried over the weird stories, that anyone else with some explain as a pure example of a toxic relationship but you cried for those stupid AI stories and the fan fix you read every night staying up too late hating the fact that you would sleep in too late the next day

You stopped going out to craft fairs with your family not because you didn’t want to, but because being around others was absolutely exhausting. You did not know how to react how could you all you did was sit in your room and fantasize not even your life could bring tears to your eyes, but for those stories over and over again for those times in the middle of the night that you would let no one else see the times, or you would hide under your blankets silently, hoping one person would notice

Natalie would be proud that she noticed she noticed her tears but she did not notice that you were for something you never could have something you didn’t even know it’s always the jock and the nerd the Pretty girl in the emo emo kid of the school but you were neither of those, but Natalie was beautiful. She was everything she was everything anyone could’ve ever wanted but you were not you were quiet make your family didn’t like you Natalie give you all she believed you wanted.

But yet still, you sat even when you were still in that apartment up listening to fan fix listening to audiobooks that made you cringe. Stopping every few seconds to scream about who you would never do that because you wouldn’t do that. You’re so critical of you every move. Scared you make a wrong step scared somehow you would offend someone scared

somehow the tears that fell down your cheeks would be seen by someone that someone would ask you to explain your feelings and you would have no answer for your throat. Already had a lump in it and your eyes stung your nose hurt how could they ask you to speak in the state

Even those toxic stories of the people that would kidnap others somehow you cried for them. You would certainly just say that you would go along with it but here you were in his acting situation and you weren’t going along with it you were, but you were not happy you were numb inside you wanted to break her, but it did not she simply. Rubbed your cheek, believing he would come back to life.

Little did you both know you were dying every second inside those nights were you believed you would stay up all night, but you knew 6 AM you would be fast asleep, and you would not wake up until it was far too late when you went to school and realized I to be sick the other day but now look at all, I have to catch up

Was ready to get rid of all your pain away but you and her dollhouse make you forget about all

Her perfect dollhouse, which had maids, a chef and a loving mother and father, but of course, it also had Natalie Natalie that would smother you with every drop of her love Natalie that would go to school and get the best job for the both of you Natalie that would do anything for you for if you wanted to dye her hair, one more time color, she hated she did not care for it was for you

Something you hated attention you at age 14 you cannot open presents, in front of your family and in front of your friends, the anxiety of not knowing how to react when you would get surprised parties, you would only smile awkwardly the tears stung your cheeks so often, but they were never for the important things

You remembered how when you started your therapy your main goal was to get more in touch with your emotions, but you both knew that was a lie you emotions were only the things that didn’t matter to anyone else. Those stories would thrum up in your mind.

And those times you choked back to tears and Natalie would be that one person at one person nagging you to speak, but how could you how could you when your throat was closed up in your eyes stung everything in your body was telling you to stop just stop and forget about whatever it was causing you such pain But now you cannot escape you cannot walk into the other room you cannot hide under your covers. You cannot simply cover your mouth to hold back your whimpers.

Natalie would not have it. She did not care if she had a handcuff your hands down tie you down or she wanted all of you the ugly and the beautiful little did she knows she was destroying you slowly the inside out.

Natalie would destroy you if she had to not even know it. Natalie‘s best friend is how it started that day that somehow let know poems that were all your feelings, raw and deep in the entire time as you wrote them down speaking it loud Natalie was right behind you as you Vocal cords felt like they were threatening to snap

Sometimes you wish they would sometimes you wish they would put you out of this misery, but even if your vocal cords one they gave out on you, Natalie would figure out a way with all the money she had, and all the money she would gain she would get new vocal cord somehow someway you were everything she lived for You still remember that day

A part of you does not remember that day that part of your brain that shield you from whore things that understanding could simply review into pieces that is Natalie and Natalie slowly pulling back that barrier, you are Natalie’s blood. Natalie only wants to breathe you for it to be closer to you Natalie would become a cannibal,

That her father, would that happen either Natalie was very much a daddy girl and her mother loved it so much. It was so aesthetic having a caring husband and an openly gay daughter, and her traumatized. girlfriend standing there in the corner, somehow looking as perfect as everyone else around her, but her insides are slowly cracking.

“oh dear don’t you think it’s time to stop this one’s getting a little long perhaps will put it up with the others isn’t your voice a bit sore? Perhaps would you like a sip of tea or do you want something prepared? Perhaps you would like to mess with my hair again”

Pain, pain pain it’s something you remember all too much messing with her hair to bring you so much comfort dying at different colors but now with every single time she’d force you to color her hair every single time you thought about what what if you were just able t-

“that’s enough I said you’re overdoing it” Natalie had grabbed your pen as you sat there quietly you didn’t even know what Natalie did with the poems as she called them. All you knew is they went somewhere and Natalie would occasionally pull them up, saying they were her inspiration, but all of them had only brought emotion, something for her, but it was not love far from

#fem y/n #yandere #yandere imagines #yande.re #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #rich kids rp #eat the rich