#i hope you all suffer psychic damage

[askdeoxys]

A long way away from home, a virus returned to where it all laid bare.

It contemplated where it ended up- why. How it all came to be, and how it all ended up here. It wondered-- would it be the same like it always was?

Deoxys sat there, in his little home, with the worry overshadowing his journey from the past year: Could he live up to it?

What did that even mean? Were his feelings so veiled that even he was shrouded in vague musings? This wasn't sustainable-- it all had to come to a head eventually. A virus could only swirl their thoughts so many times within their mind before a conclusion would pierce through, regardless of if they wanted it to or not.

However, Deoxys' thoughts were cut short. Though Deoxys wanted to have yet another night of wallowing in self pity- it unbecoming of them-, they were not granted such a luxury this night.

The Psychic Well was distraught. A sensory overload-- something was here, and it was what Deoxys feared most. In the dark, Deoxys felt through his otherworldly senses.

Did his senses lie to him? Was he wrong? He whipped around in his chair, and he expected a certain sight.. However, there was nothing. He was without understanding of the sitauation.

Unfortunately, it would become apparent imminently what situation laid before Deoxys.. and why he was helpless against it.

Dioxys was here.

There was nowhere else to run.

There was nowhere else to go.

Dioxys was here, and his voice reverberated with the world as it spun.

It was as if time had stopped, and it was as if Deoxys was frozen in place. He dared not turn back. There was nothing to do but listen:

"I tried to stay away and grant you the luxury of deteriorating in your own wallow.. Yet, as I loom and observe.., I see that you, instead, are enjoying the fruits of budding friendships? Did you think I would simply turn and allow this?" Dioxys asked pointedly. It was even rhetorical, for Deoxys already knew the answer. Dioxys scoffed, "Yet, you still try to hide from me, Deo."

Still without a look back, Deoxys tried to step away. In his childish mind, he hoped he could simply walk away from the situation at hand. Maybe, in his some fantasy, he could ignore the conversation at hand to allow for him to continue living in bliss.

Unfortunately, Dioxys could read him, quite literally, like a book.

"Where do you think you are going? We have so much catching up to do, Deo," Dioxys' words impaled Deoxys in place, for Deo knew he could not refuse any command Dioxys gave him. It would simply pile on to the sins he could never pay back.

Deoxys turned to face the one individual he could never make amends with-- the one person Deoxys wished he could take the hurt away from. This was the one person Deoxys would do anything to reverse the damage done to them.

"Deo.... Do.. Do you understand why I'm here? Truly?"

A gentle hand laid atop Deoxys' shoulder, and he could do naught but stare at the ground. He could do naught but respond with silence: "..." He knew exactly why Dioxys was here, and he knew Dioxys could sense every last feeling in his core regardless of how strongly Deoxys tried to shield it.

"Deo, you tried to live-- to continue past sins unspoken and unpaid. You tried to begin several new lives, and you tried to form new connections with no ties to the past. You tried to run from everything you've done, and you've made sure not to hint to anyone who you really are. Did you think I could simply stand by.. and allow that?"

"..."

The hand squeezed his shoulder. "I let you suffer in the wake of your own destruction because it was befitting of you. Now that you are rising from it-- do you think I could allow that? Did you truly believe I would let you rise from your pity and find any resolve?"

"..."

The hand removed itself from Deoxys' shoulder. "Did you think I would allow you to hide from the truth?"

Deo tried his best to hide his feelings- his thoughts- but it was all laid bare before Dioxys. He could do nothing to shield himself from the stronger virus before him. Every single feeling or thought was consumed by the one before him. "..."

"Deo.. It would pain me to finish this chapter before making sure you know the truth.. You DO know the truth, don't you?" Dioxys asked genuinely. "You have no real friends-- no real loved ones. No one knows the true you because you refuse to let them know the true you. You run from anyone who tries, and you hide from any chance to bond. You fake an attempt or two- you attempt a conversation-, but at the end of the day, you are simply You. It matters not how hard an individual tries, because you are You. And, what you are.. is unloveable. You are nothing, deep down in your core. You are empty on the inside, and it shows to anyone who pays attention."

"..." Deo tried to ignore his own psychic insight, but it was impossible. Deo knew whether he wanted to or not. Whole heartedly and entirely genuine: Dioxys believed every single word he spoke. Deoxys knew that fact.

"You are just entertainment-- that is all. Your purpose is to give what you can never gain. Your only goal in life is what you can never attain. Is that not a nightmare, Deo? Is it not miserable to fawn over those who will never reciprocate? Those you like.. simply do not like you the way that you like them, and they can never like you the way you want them to. You won't let them know you well enough for that to be possible. Again, is that not a nightmare? Don't you just want it to come to an end? Isn't that what you've always wanted?"

"...No," a meek reply was given. Deoxys wanted more.., but did he even believe that?-- truly?

"Please do not try to lie to me, Deo. You know that I know all. You know there is nothing you can shield from me, and you know I tell the truth. You are a failure, and you have failed every person you have come across. You are no friend, and you are no loved one. You do not put in the work to call yourself a real friend. You are a coward who runs from what is real. You are just a simple fool in a grand court, and you are all but just a joke," Dioxys spoke with an ever growing, annoyed tone. He was impatient. He had waited so long for this, but he had to put this final chapter on a momentary hiatus to make sure that Deo knew the truth first. "Deo, you failed. You almost achieved something great- something honorable- something real and true.., but like all things you've tried, you've failed. Come to terms with that. There is no one left for you."

"I.." Deo hesitated. He tried to refute the claims-- he tried to fight back to Dioxys' pressure. But.., what if he was right? "D'-"

"No," Dioxys cut off, "You do not get to speak. You have not earned that right. In fact, the only right you have is what I decide to bestow upon you. Do you understand?"

"..."

Dioxys sighed with relief. "Good. Now, Deo, I will allow you to answer this question- and this one question alone-: Do you know what comes next?"

"..Yes."

"Good."

-

THIS MARKS THE END.

THE NEXT POST LOOMS, TITLED:

THE DEATH OF DEOXYS.

[may-shepard]

I feel like people who think Izzy pulled a weird ooc 180 don't have a good handle on what being maimed physically is like. He was always inches away from being a glorious proud homo. His psychic damage was clear in the first season. I didn't see him as much besides an antagonist, either--but I was willing to hold out hope he would be allowed to change.

I've suffered horrifying physical injury. It changes you in all kinds of ways, and it's a form of death, a gravy basket, if you will. The people who are around when you try to emerge from an experience like that matter more than anyone else ever has, or ever will. Those people literally rebuilt him, with a piece of their beautiful unicorn ship. That's why that moment where they gift him with the new prosthetic is so transformative. He emerges from it healed.

Yes, the pacing of s2 is fast but that doesn't mean the beats aren't there.

[cloaksandcapes]

I...really don't want to explain the story behind how this developed. But, that's no fun is it? So, when this reaches 200 notes, I'll do it. But be warned, it's NSFW.

ANYHOW! Hags are cool characters in DnD and I just love this idea of a character who takes something precious from you, like your hopes and dreams, but also cures you of your deepest fear. But anyone looking to reclaim them, must take on both.

Night Hag’s Twin Coffers

Wondrous Item, legendary

“These two coffers have an air of eeriness about them. They’re constructed out of the rib cages of an unknown creature, made with mud and tar. Each is decorated with cracked and cloudy gems and the skulls of various animals. Though these coffers bear no locks, glowing runes run along the lips of the containers and the lids.”

Twin coffers created by a Night Hag to store the hopes and fears of her victims. These two coffers look identical and can only be told apart with a DC 20 Wisdom (Insight) check. If you fail to determine the difference between the two, you take 1d12 psychic damage.

When one of the coffers is opened, you can use an action to reach inside and remove a memory of a hope or fear. You must make a DC 20 Wisdom saving throw. On a failure, you experience the memory of both the hope and fear simultaneously and suffer two points of exhaustion and take 2d12 psychic damage.

If you succeed, the effect you gain is based on whether you chose to reach into the hope or fear chest. You can only attempt to reach into the coffers once per day. If you open the coffers a second time, they appear empty.

Hope. You are inspired as you experience true hope. For the next 12 hours you have advantage on all attack rolls and ability checks.

Fear. You become frightened as the memory of the fear haunts you. Your speed increases by 10 feet and you do not provoke opportunity attacks. You can make a DC 20 Wisdom saving throw each hour to attempt to end the effect. While frightened you have disadvantage on attack rolls and ability checks. These effects end after you complete a long rest.

[mysteriouslytransparentwitch]

Hello Mysterious, I hope all is well with you. And everything is improving of course.

I’ve watched an American psychic on YouTube whose a retired nurse, and she said her guides or hits she received were that Catherine does indeed have a small intestine issue. It’s called intestinal diverticulitis or diverticulosis and given the length of her hospitalization it means that the doctors will remove a small part of her intestine and then reattach it. Part of her intestines are not working as it should. That’s why she has a two week stay in hospital and then a six week recovery at home. She has difficulty with the foods she eats, and there is no obvious causes of the disease or discomfort. Some speculate certain people may be genetically prone to getting this disease. For all we know it may be stress related or the Harkles made a voodoo doll of her.

After her recovery she should be ok going forward. Of course this is just allegedly as we don’t know for sure she has this problem.

the origin is stress. Catherine had to mourn Harry (like a dead person...) Catherine suffered harassment from Meghan and Harry fans themselves. the damage was bound to happen

[dendrite-blues]

Lock In, Friends. We're the Resistance Now.

Things in the American left wing have been pretty gloomy this week. Lots of retrospectives, lots of “I told you so,” lots of doomy predictions.

I share the feeling. I understand it. It’s gutting to experience such a decisive defeat from a party who claims that caring for people is too expensive, but "there's no price tag” on harming them. We would have to sociopaths to not be upset about that.

However, I think we need to be mindful of how our emotions frame our reality.

I don’t think it’s particularly wise for us to invest too much energy into the news cycle. It only serves to exhaust and demoralize people by overwhelming them with a tsunami of problems. The sum total of the threats feels insurmountable, and so we throw up our hands and accept that the end is nigh.

I understand the camp of people who are willing to sit back and accept the suffering as long as the Y’all Qaeda suffers too.

We all feel frustrated and resentful, because in the course of fighting for freedom, leftists and liberals inevitably end up fighting for the rights of people who do not appreciate it, will not help defend it from future infringement, and are actively voting against it. And that fucking sucks.

But throwing up our hands and watching the world burn does mean that we will burn too, and I don’t know about you, but I like my flesh un-scorched.

Therefore, before all else, we must be willing to block out the noise. We must stop giving our attention to a mass media who are cosigning our destruction, and focus our attention on tangible, achievable, local action. We must ask ourselves, “What cause truly matters do me? What cause do I care for more than my comfort or safety?”

Some people will answer, “None,” and that’s okay. They would be poor allies anyhow. We let them go in peace.

For the rest of us, the people who care even in foul weather and terrible odds, we must gather ourselves around the campfires of those heartfelt causes. We must make close bonds with our true allies, and devise plans for how we can draw a line in the sand of our values and say, “No more. You will not take away our healthcare/our mutual aid/our ability to protest and exercise free speech/our right to exist and love who we do.”

It will feel alien to those of use who are accustomed to paying attention to everything. It will feel like we are letting our neighbors and their causes down. But we are not, we are actually helping them a great deal by ensuring that our campfire does not spread uncontained about the woods.

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Because we are focusing on our fire, they can ignore it and invest that extra energy the spent watching our fire to defend their fire better. And we, likewise, can pay less attention to them and trust that they will handle it.

Which leads quite nicely into my second point with this letter; in our ongoing fight for freedom, the preservation of hope and our spirit must be the absolute first priority.

They have been working tirelessly for nearly a decade to break our spirits and push us into apathy. They are closer to succeeding now than they have been for a long time. The antidote to this psychic damage is psychic healing. We must take care of our own.

If you are holding a door closed against an intruder, you won’t last long with a broken ankle. You won’t be able to plant your feet if your socks are sweaty and the soles of your shoes have no traction. You would also fair much better with a friend who is also pushing.

People in our lives are hurting, and so we have to help them heal.

It sounds daunting when we’re all feeling so tired and wrung-out, when we feel deep in our hearts that this country deserves to go to the dogs. We think, “how could I possible support someone else when I’m barely staying on my feet already?”

There is some truth to that. That’s why I’m moving to a blue state. That’s why I’m cutting off people who I don’t think I can reach.

Put your gas mask on before assisting others. It’s common sense.

But at the same time, don’t take it for granted that helping drains you of energy.

Certain people are quite draining, and certain types of help can require a lot of energy, but we don’t have to do that kind of help all the time.

When you are feeling worn out, a hug can be a revolutionary act. A night of karaoke with friends. A cup of tea, an empowering conversation, one-line text message welfare checks—these are revolutionary acts, because they keep people motivated. They remind them that life continues even under oppression.

We lost the election, but the battle for our souls is still being fought. The legislature doesn’t determine how our movement goes forward. No candidates or conventions dictate how we gather and speak and coordinate.

Are we headed to another civil rights movement, where signs and song and massive, multi-cultural coalitions stand together and tell the government where they can stick it?

Or are we headed for a slow, self-defeating whimper that rolls effortlessly into an interminable era of rigged elections, single-party politics, and dissidents being disappeared from the streets in broad daylight?

Donald Trump doesn’t get to choose, and neither does Elon Musk.

We don't control the game or the rules, but we do get to decide if we're even going to try and win or if we'll just forfeit at the start.

It’s in our hands.

And we will absolutely surrender that choice if we give too much quarter to grief and anger. We will kneecap our own chances for freedom if we neglect our collective well-being and give our energy to the vampires on both sides of the punditry.

I believe the thought leaders on the left are well-meaning. I believe our bickering and pontificating flow naturally from our identities as intellectuals and humanitarians, and I think it’s important for us to have those conversations. But we need to have them at the right time, and we need to have them after we’ve patched up our wounded and put on fresh socks and tied our shoelaces good and tight.

We need to take care of our own and give them little bits of love to cling to, to remember the world we’re fighting for—a world where everyone is equal, everyone is whole, everyone is cared for and sheltered and connected to a community.

We have to give people a taste of the world they deserve, and it’s not even that hard to do because it turns out that when we make a space of healing for our community, that space heals us too.

In the face of oppression, survival is an act of rebellion. Gather your people close and ask them how you can help. When they tell you, take their answer seriously and do what you can to improve their situation. When you need support, don’t be proud. Go to your people and tell them.

Human beings are categorically shitty at imagining better times when their thoughts are steeped in depression and despair. In order to have any chance of a better future, we need good, hopeful ideas. Therefore, now and in the future, our first impulse should always be to care for our people. Nothing good can happen until our minds are free of our demons.

So go out today and find yourself some peace. Find relief, or get as close as you can. And when you’ve had enough relief to feel angry, to feel fired up and pissed off and impatient to take on the Horrors, channel that feeling into giving someone you love peace and relief.

And for fuck’s sake, turn off your phone notifications. You don’t need that shit activating your amygdala 24 hours a day. Check once in the evening so you’re informed, and then run far away. You’ll better off, and you’ll have more energy to improve the world around you.

The enemy is apathy. Don’t be an easy mark.

Let's all get our heads straight, and find the dim spark within us that still hungers for a better future.

The Horrors persist, but so do we.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

Den

[pocketramblr]

for the five ask game, how about an alternative universe where Tenya is All Might's secret love child?

1- so Iidamom used to be an active hero at Idaten with her brother and father and their shared engine quirks, but retired after getting pregnant with Tensei. Then, fifteen years later, she has an affair with All Might. Now, All Might was her celebrity free pass so her husband isn't mad, but is a bit uncomfortable because he'd largely been joking, but its not like he communicated that, so.... so begins Tenya's life, and the accelerated decline of the iidas marriage. (you ever think about how the iidad is in the background of like, Tenya's five year old flashbacks but never in the present? and how much he singularly looks up to his older brother? hm)

2- Tenya has blond streaks in his hair, but he dyes them out because he likes the neater, all blue look that matches his family. (Though, one year when he was three, his brother dressed up as All Might for a Halloween costume party, and brought him dressed up as Sir Nighteye). Tenya also has No Idea he's All Might's secret child. (Tensei suspects at least that they're half siblings, but has never asked for confirmation, staying out of the drama between his parents and simply adoring his little brother.)

3- Tenya is also going to grow taller than his brother, though they still look alike mostly due to resembling their mother and the fact that both their fathers are tall and broad, if one more than the other. His eyes are a shade lighter blue then their mother's and Tensei's. Still, no one is going to suspect anything- even All Might has no idea, their mother never told him and never wanted to.

4- After Stain attacks Ingenium, Toshinori feels horrible at hearing the news and cautiously reaches out- he has no intention of repeating the fling, but he is worried for an old acquaintance, and he is Tenya's teacher now. She has a generic response sent to him, more concerned with Tensei's care at the moment. She doesn't think anything if it until a couple weeks later when she's visiting a different son in a different hospital, and as she's walking in, Gran Torino is walking out, talking on the phone, "it took three days and he found trouble, your boy takes a bit too much after you, Toshinori." (Note: Tenya's mother knows Toshinori's given name, due to the whole "sleeping with him" incident) and she's like "He knows??" To which Gran is like "what" and she's like "are you talking about my son?" And, Gran looks over her, says "unless you're Midoriya Inko, no...?" And leaves. So when she walks in and sees Tenya talking to a boy he calls Midoriya she thinks "oh, of course I'm not the only woman to have had All Might's bastard child. They're a bit close in age but I can't judge a fling. Oh no, Tenya has a half brother and doesn't even know it! But... At least they're friends. I'm glad." And she's not going to out the relationships if All Might won't.

5- this just means less trouble now, and now trouble later. Tenya calls from the dorms and talks about Midoriya, and she nervously jokes that it sounds like he has a crush on him- ah, but how are Todoroki and Uraraka doing? Tenya isn't sure how to feel about that, and tells his brother ("hey, is Mom... Homophobic?" / "Uh I hope for both our sakes not, why?") so Tensei just asks "do you have a problem with any of his friends?" And his mom's like "oh, no- I'm just worried he has a crush on his... Probably... Half brother" and Tensei almost breaks his chair's wheel turning sharply. After getting the whole story out and recovering from the psychic damage of the fact that the former number one hero knew his mom like that, Tensei is like "look, you just need to be upfront with All Might, and tell him that Tenya's his, he can take care of the rest. But tell me when you're going to do it so I can text Shouta and tell him to be there, I want him to have both the joy of seeing All Might suffer the reaction, the pain of realizing himself, and to be there in case All Might's heart stops or he coughs on too much blood when he hears."

[hot-take-tournament]

Hey, I really really hate to be this person but while I have been enjoying the would you punt them blog, if it comes down to that one versus this one, I would prefer this one's content. I'm really missing the implausible rapid descents into deep unhingedness that you but also everyone else here seems to bring. (Like seriously, the people here are insane, but I'm starting to suspect that you're some kind of magnet for weird occurrences and I mean this in the best way.)

Seriously, don't worry - a lot of people have been asking this, and I was gone for a while so I feel I do owe you guys an explanation as to why I was away for so long

The truth is January wasn't fun for me

I had some issues bubbling under the surface for a while, and even though I spent a long time shutting them out, eventually something had to give, and earlier that month I had a complete nervous breakdown that genuinely tore me apart

I also had exams recently, so that's been taking up my time as well

That's the reason I started that punting blog when I did - it's not a replacement for this one, it's that because it runs on an automatic queue, I was able to leave it to just happily tick along by itself in the background while I took a hiatus

I just needed a little time to put this broken thing back together <3

Anyway, I know you guys are here for hot take polls and not hot take trauma dumps, but you also deserve the truth, so that's the full story

But honestly, I've been missing this blog too

So now that I'm in a much better place and exams are finished, I'm going to go back to posting asks and unhinged takes again

I hope you didn't think you could get rid of me that easily - I'm a cockroach of cringe, I'll always come back to subject you to suffering

But seriously, thank you all so much for bearing with me all this time <3 <3 <3

(As a way to express my gratitude, I'm going to post a take in the very near future that I think will inflict universal psychic damage on a level as of yet unheard of - it's how I show affection <3)

[whimsicalcotton]

Hiii I come bearing more music brainrot! This time it's CJ the X's Stay which to me heavily reads as a Chloe song, or possibly Amberprice.

Basically I read it to be about how Chloe is not handling her abandonment issues well, and spiraling over them. Hell I could even imagine this being the moment she falls into being a rebel after Max leaves, trying to pretend she's fine but cracking under everyone's expectations of her to just keep being "normal". And her self-loathing chiming in claiming that maybe she deserves it.

There's also lines like the pre-chorus and the repeating "Be perfect OR DIE" that reads like Rachel's insecurities over having to project her perfect self to everyone else, seeing this as a way to keep people from leaving her over all her issues.

AND I'm also thinking parts of the song like the chorus could be not only Chloe being bitter about Max leaving her behind, but also Rachel and Chloe saying it to each other, bitterly bemoaning their drifting apart as their respective issues drive a wedge between them, feeling like the other should have made more of an effort to keep things afloat.

But also, the intro implies they kind of yearn for the other to fix them. Rachel with "erase me, change me, take it away" hoping that Chloe can take away the stresses of having to perform all the time. Chloe with "displace me raze me, make it okay", wishing for Rachel to upturn her life and take her away from the constant disappointment she's had to suffer.

(Yes, that's the youtuber btw. The album Be Perfect or Die as a whole is very good imo!)

CJ the X as in auteur of my absolute favorite video essay of all time The Neurosis of Cat Valentine?? hell yeah (i Have been meaning to get into their music for a while sjfshjhf thanks)

& i shall trade you some amberprice angst also: Amelia by Skott. hooray for mutuals causing each other psychic damage <3

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maybe the drama in this fandom isn't anything special, but i think all the love and creativity really IS!! i'm so touched to see all the marcien votes in this poll— not because of what it means to win (or nearly win) a simple poll tournament on tumblr, but because each vote came from another person i reached out and touched with my silly art.

i started drawing marcien art after a really ugly breakup with my first and only boyfriend. i gave a lot of things to him, all my firsts, and he took it all from me and left me a hollow shell. in the aftermath, i was just coming into my long-repressed identity as a lesbian and hardly even knew who i was. and my first way to explore that was to make make my hok, suzy, a lesbian just like me, and refuse to ship her with either of her two best friends... since then i've had a lot of men i thought were my frends suddenly refuse to acknowledge my presence after finding out i was a lesbian, or worse, demand explanations and take my identity as a personal offense. suzy is a lesbian who doesn't have to suffer like i did. she will never have to bury her identity by forfeiting her heart and body like i did. this idea grew into something far more frivolous on the surface, but that seedling sprouted from a dark place, which is why it means so, so much to get all this love for it.

it may not look like it, but i pour a lot of heartache and worry and regret into my work. my goal has always been to rise above it all and bring smiles to people of all stripes with my cartoons, and even after being an active online artist for easily over half my life at this point, every nice comment, kind reply, and excited tag still makes me literally squee out loud with happiness. i can't articulate how amazing it is to know how many lives i've crossed paths with and brought at least a little joy to.

i'd like to to channel that gratitude to give another warm thanks to @incorrectskyrimquotes for running this poll and braving so much psychic damage in the process. thanks for bringing us together and inspiring us to write, draw, and cheer for our blorbos.

i'm going to be going off to college for my second bachelor's degree this autumn, and in the middle of all the nervousness and fear surrounding that decision, it's no exaggeration to say that ALL of you guys— the ones who reblog every post, the ones who leave wacky tags, and even the ones who just likespam and never reblog— are giving me the resilience and resolve to keep studying and working hard, and giving me something fun to come back to once i've set my textbooks down for the night.

so hey, cheers to marcien!!! and cheers to everyone reading this. i'm so lucky to have yall and i hope i'm making it worth your while with every doodle, sketch, and comic. STAY MINTY!!!!!!

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hey, can you do sara or joe comforting a reader with bulmia? I'd not I understand .

Yes, I can write this! You must be psychic because I was scrolling the Joe Tazuna tag when I got this request.

Just a quick note: I don't have a lot of experience with eating disorders so if anything that I wrote is wrong or offensive, please let me know so I can fix it. I would rather be told than have harmful content on my page. Please remember to take care of yourself, and I hope this brings you some comfort.

Sara and Joe with an S/O who has bulimia

Warnings: Eating disorders (specifically bulimia). I tried not to be too detailed, but there are some more specific parts so proceed with caution

gn! reader

Sara Chidouin

-Sara's pretty quick to notice that something's up, especially if you're losing weight at a rapid pace and/or not eating in front of her

-She doesn't want to assume anything at first, but if she continues to see concerning signs regarding your health, she'll confront you

-When approaching you about what she's noticed, she tiptoes around the subject a little because she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but eventually she'll ask you outright if you have an eating disorder

-Sara sits with you and listens quietly as you explain what bulimia is and what it's like to have it, hugging you or holding your hand if you get visibly upset while talking

-She appreciates your honesty, but she's also really worried for you. She knows what you're doing isn't healthy and that if this continues you could really damage your body

-While she doesn't want to upset you, she highly encourages you to make an attempt at a recovery. She knows it'll be hard, but she wants you to be able to live a long healthy life, she can't bear the thought of losing you

-If you agree to try and recover, she pledges to be right by your side the whole time. If you don't, she'll probably tell a counselor or a professional about your struggles. While she's normally respectful of your wishes, she refuses to let you suffer like this anymore, she's going to get you help regardless

-Sara does a ton of research on bulimia after the two of you talk, she wants to be as supportive and as helpful as possible while you try to recover

-She also understands that recovery isn't quick, and it isn't always linear. She knows their will be days where you may relapse, or days where you won't be able to eat much if at all, but she's staying by your side no matter what happens

-She's aware that typically you binge eat a lot of food before throwing it up, so she decides to try and get you to eat a little bit of food everyday without purging it later

-You don't have to eat it in front of her, and she totally understands if you're unable to keep it down, she just figures that smaller portions of food may be easier for you to process at first

-If it's easier for you to digest, Sara will make smoothies or other healthy drinks for you to have. It may not be the same as solid food, but if it's easier to process then it's a good way to help you regain some nutrients

-If there's a certain type of food that's easier for you to eat, she'll have Kai make it for you. She won't tell him why if you would rather him not know, she's just not the best cook herself so it'll most likely be better if he makes it

-As time goes on, she'll slowly add more food to each meal (not a ton at once though) until you're able to eat full meals with less issue than before

-If you end up relapsing, she won't blame you at all. She'll sit with you and embrace you as you cry, assuring you that she's proud of you and that you're still making progress

-She still encourages you to talk to a professional, but she understands if that's not something you want to do right away

-As she's said before, she sticks with you throughout your whole recovery, and she's very proud of you no matter what happens

Joe Tazuna

-He can kinda tell somethings up, but he doesn't know what. All he knows is that your moods dropped and he wants to know why

-He's pretty blunt when he approaches you about it, he doesn't yet know the severity of what your dealing with so he just thinks you've been a little down for awhile

-I don't think he'd know what bulimia is, so you're going to have to explain it to him as well as how severe it is

-He feels so bad once he understands what's happening, not only because he approached you so suddenly about it, but also because he didn't notice the extent of what was going on before now

-He feels like he failed as a partner for not noticing sooner, so he resolves to make up for it by putting as much energy as he can towards helping you

-He tries to get you to eat more, but he doesn't downsize the portion of food he gives you

-You're going to have to really get it through his brain that you can't keep that much food down

-He's trying, he just doesn't really get it yet. He thinks if you can just eat the food without throwing up then everything's peachy, he doesn't understand the phycological factor

-Once he fully understands what's going on, he'll ask Sara for advice. He's worried he'll end up hurting you when he's trying to help you

-He gets Kai to cook you small but nutritious meals, he hopes they'll be easier for you to eat and keep down, but he's understanding if you can't

-He'll probably talk with an adult who would know how to help you because he knows he's nowhere near experienced enough to help you effectively

-He's better at emotional comfort than helping you directly with your bulimia, again he tries but he's not an expert

-He'll snuggle with you on particularly rough days, promising you that it'll get better and that he's here for you until it does

-If you developed the eating disorder because of poor body image issues, he assures you that he loves you and that he doesn't care what your body looks like, he just wants you to be happy and healthy

-If it helps you eat, he'll sit with you and talk to you about anything: his day, schoolwork, a funny story he wants to tell you, anything that may help distract you from thinking about eating negatively

-He tries to make you smile as often as possible. He also tries to make you feel like the most beautiful/handsome person in the world (because to him you are) and he wants you to know how wonderful he thinks you are

-Like Sara, he'll be with you the whole time you're recovering, and even though he may not be the most helpful at times, he loves you and wants you to be happy

[yellowfingcr]

Imagine your OC became the fandom's most flanderized blorbo. How do you think they would mischaracterize them? ( "but haysel isnt an oc" she is. To me. Amd i love her )

// to be fair we're at a point in which the only reason I haven't gone fandomless is that I hope searching for her name lures people into playing dks! you can say she's an oc and it wouldn't be wrong at all

you're also dealing me psychic damage with this question. you're doing me a very high number of damage, directly, To Me. but I will answer. despite the pain

lowest hanging fruit: she's a gleeful fun loving gal with a penchant for mischief and trickery, a silly billy if you will, which means she cannot be absolutely anything else, most likely stemming from and coupled with the idea that really, it's because she is fundamentally childish, since what else could make a person so breezy? we all know that the only sign of maturity is suffering. eto... bleh? memes abound. were you to gather information on this specific character solely through the most popular posts you might be tempted to draw the conclusion that she is a rare specimen of herbo and not a multiple times decorated scholar among the best in her field. she is summarily deprived of any knowledge of sex and romance. I close my eyes and expire in my bed

[llamamamarisen92]

Grief in Waterdeep - Giving Birth to Loss

TW: child loss, death, grief, sad, honestly I'm allergic to happiness, birth

Gale paced along his tower. A man desperate to do anything, but unable to do anything. Gods, if he could be the one in there delivering their child in her place he would switch places in an instant.

His mother was sitting there watching him. A hint of humor in her smile. "Giving birth is the oldest magic in the world. It is the essence of creation. You pacing and ranting like a madman will not make things better."

"I know, but her cries are like nails upon a chalk board to my ears." His mother raised an eyebrow at his choice of expression. "You know what I mean. I love her and I only want her to ever experience laughter and joy for the rest of her life. Gods damnit, I'm an arch mage for gods sake. I have all of this power and yet I can do nothing in this."

She got up and placed a hand on her sons arm to still him. "I know that you are suffering. But this night is about her. If she suspects your distress it will add to her labors." She cupped his face in her hand. "You're father was the same you know. They practically had to chain him down so that he would not come barging into the birthing room."

They sat on the couch. Morrena telling him about the stand off his father had with the midwife. He knew that his parents were deeply in love. When his father was alive they were inseparable. They were the reason he believed so deeply in the power of true love.

They were laughing as they reminiscing on old memories. A midwife came rushing into the receiving area. Gale waited for news, but when he saw the look on her face he ran to their bedroom. He opened the door and saw Helena laying on the bed, barely conscious. He scanned the room and on the preparation table lay an infants body covered head to toe in a blanket. The blanket Helena had spent months knitting for the child they were expecting.

Tears filled his eyes as fear gripped his heart. He looked over to Helena and froze. Her breathes were shallow and their bed was covered in blood.

"No." He rushed over to her side and held her to him. "Helena no! Gods!" He screamed at the midwives to do something as he rocked his dying wife in his arms. She weakly reached her hand to his face. His tears fell like a torrent as he watched her warm beautiful eyes go vacant. He held her for hours rocking back and forth. "No... no....no.." He keened for hours, simply repeating no over and over.

One of the midwives made a move to try to urge him away so they could prepare her body. But he snarled at her viciously, threatening anyone who would dare take her from him. His mother ordered everyone to leave, closing the door behind so that he may have a moment alone with his wife. She choked down a sob.

She only knew Helena for the two years they were married. But she had grown to love her like a daughter. Her mothers heart grieved for their loss. But she also knew the pain of losing the love of your life. Her son, her beloved son. Life had shown him it's ugliest side and there was hope in Helena for all of them. She quickly ordered the servants to keep an eye on him. There was real fear she would lose him this night as well.

Morrena walked to the receiving room and began praying. Not to anyone in particular, but to anyone who would listen. "Protect my son." One of the midwives held her hand as they wept.

Gales wails of anguish could be heard throughout the entire tower. Storms gathered and rain began to fall outside. It was as if the entire universe recognized the loss that occurred today.

Welcome to "Gale can't be happy in this universe" as I give myself psychic damage by exploring a villain arc driven by loss. WIP.

[basilbellona]

:3cc Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤ (arcane-map)

Thank you to you and my mutuals who sent this ;.;

I only have seven fics up right now, so I'll name a few of the ones I'm MOST happy with:

"Maskflies and Wishes" — A vignette of the Pale King spending a brief afternoon with the Pure Vessel after he's just begun training it and his flow of subconscious/conscious thoughts surrounding them. I'm quite satisfied with the way I portrayed him here— solemn, stoic, considerate, self-conflicted, but firmly in denial. He's going through the motions of his plan as easily as he can by pretending he's unattached. But he can't ignore the weight of his actions on his shoulders. (And he is. Secretly attached.)

Soul of God, Form of Moth — My only, darling longfic and AU, wherein the Radiance’s wish of reclaiming the spotlight is ironically fulfilled with her playing the main character AND villain while in a nearly helpless, mundane mortal form. (A moth, to be precise.) Searching for ways to regain her former glory and overthrow the Pale King, she meets various other antagonists from the canon game, suffers the consequences of her actions, and, along the way, maybe starts changing as a person? I don't pull any punches for her in this. She's horrible, ridiculously full of herself, and while there are equally dramatic measures aplenty I am planting much more serious seeds. I hope I make people cry as it progresses. Making people cry over Radi's situation— that would really be an accomplishment!

"The Grey Prince and the Seeker" — A terrible little crackship ficlet of how the Godseeker ends up with [gasp] the Grey Prince?

The reason I'm listing it here is because I want to keep inflicting this psychic damage bomb on people.

"Eve of Tapestry's End" — A young Hornet oneshot that explores the traditions of Deepnest marking the new year. Although I rushed writing this all in one night for the holidays, I'm fairly proud of the world building! My heart aches for Hornet and everything she went through, and I don't shy away from those feelings here. However, the traditions of her far family act as an outlet to celebrate the mother she lost as well as to grieve her in supportive company.

If this list moves any reading this to seek these fics out, thank you!

[lovelyhan]

What are your mutual awards?

i'm so sorry it took me so a while to get to this ㅠㅠ partly bc i suck at thinking of cutesy awards to hand to my mutuals but here we go anyway~

p.s. i'm an actual Sap that says way too much so i'm hiding all this under a cut 🧍‍♀️

@hwanghyunjinenthusiast — i'm giving you the #1 hypeman award bc you're always so supportive of all the writers in the community 💘 literally every time i see your feedback towards both mine and other ppl's fics i smile a little bc u'll always be part of the reason why people would want to stay and do what they love doing on this hellsite 😽

(i'll also hand you the homie award bc you put up with each and every one of my antics whether it's spite writing or my shenanigans with skz 🤩🤩 our moot means sooo much to me, i hope we remain pals for a long, long time 🛐)

@toruro — you get the social butterfly award bc you're very interactive and easygoing to speak with 🦋 it's always a neat and dandy day whenever i see mika toruro sliding into my inbox to ask about my day. you're the sweetest, always 💘

@multi-kpop-fanfics — you're more than worthy of the best supporter award 🥇 because you almost always read my stuff moments after i post em 😭 i'll also be handing you a phd in making me lose my mind because i have not forgotten that one time i binged through the zeta fic discography (that and i'm still suffering from irreversible psychic damage courtesy of half past five high🧍‍♀️)

@duhnova — you immediately get the enabler award bc we always egg each other on to spend exorbitant amounts of money for little kpop boys printed on paper 🤒 an additional would be the (talks a lot) (listens) award bc you're always there to hear out everything i air out under the sun 🥹🥹 i hope you know that i'll gladly do the same for you 💘💐

@sluttyminghao — definitely the top contender for the all in a day's work award bc damn ?? you're always so consistent with putting out content?! i will actually fight every single ingrate in your inbox with my bare hands bc it takes so much dedication to cater to all the reqs you receive 🥹

@junkissed — june junkissed gets the osmosis award bc i swear i didn't love jun as much as i do now that we're mutuals 🧍‍♀️ it's your effect, i believe

@cheolhub — you're getting the nation's sweetheart award bc everyone is absolutely enamored w you (myself included <3) both ur moots and anons would do anything for you i fear ! 💐💐

@gyukult — gyu deserves the holy shit how did we become friends award bc i still can't believe u're in my dms talking abt cute merch w me when i was Just losing my mind over ybny a few weeks ago ㅠㅠ

@rubyreduji — *hands you the life of the dash award* bc you always fill my dashboard with ur shenanigans (along w mika) nd it's nice seeing fellow writers just vibing~ i'd love to talk to you more 🤝🤝

(p.s. sheep in wolf's clothing did a number on my wellbeing so i hope you're ready to take responsibility for your actions)

@etherealyoungk — i would like to give you the refreshing award bc every time i see you on my dash, i just think oh it's skye, i hope they're having a nice day ^_^ bc ur vibe just generally puts me in a good mood for some reason ASKJDKA

@97-liners — i actually thought abt it for a while if i should tag you bc i didn't wanna seem overly familiar but i'm awarding you the funniest person to ever exist in caratblr award bc i eat up your text posts like i've got munchies 24/7 🧍‍♀️

(i've always been a liiittle reluctant to interact bc surprise i'm actually capable of being shy ! but i'm shooting my shot now bc you're cool and i really love how your humor translates to your writing as well 🥰)

i reaaally wanted to make this stuff w all my mutuals but the brain is Not braining so lmk if you'd like one nd i'll personally write you a love letter on top of the silly little award i'd give out 😽

[c-c-cherry]

this might not happen in Area Hysteria but the doctors mentioning things like nerve damage made me start thinking about how Reigen might suffer some long term effects of being trapped under a collapsed building mentally and physically. All the angst potential from this fanfic is killing me in a good way. Love how despite the fact you've basically confirmed he's unlikely to die you still managed to put so much tension and fear. I usually am comforted despites events in stories by my brain reminding me 'hey, this is a story, it'll probably have a happy ending' but this one is just so well written and feels real and intense, I love it a lot you're a really good writer-

I can't say tooooooo much about what you're getting at because with the next chapter, questions like these will start to be addressed, especially since we're out of the total deathly danger zone (the hellish building). But YES. I think if anyone was trapped and injured so badly, there would be long-term effects no matter what. Adding a rushed healing session upon rescue, constant possession (which really cannot be good for your soul), and just any psychic power messing with the line between dead and alive makes things even more complicated when it comes to recovery.

Thank you for your kind words!! I'm always unknowing to how effective the suspense is to the reader outside my own head, but sometimes I find myself sweating writing specific scenes in Area Hysteria. I have some commenters like "....awww man I hope he doesn't die..." and I'll reply like "yeahhhh we'll have to seeeeee...." as we both ignore the tags that claim eventual and probable comfort. Sometimes tension just makes you forget, even if you know things will be alright. I find it very fun. So I'm happy that feeling of dread and suspense was able to transfer over!

Thank you all for letting me ramble about my silly little writing in these asks. Its keeping me sane as midterms creep up on me :)