#i know everyone processes things differently

[ghostyydoll]

I find the institutes flavour of evil to be so fucking weird, specific and boring that in my own canon I try to frame them in a 'Think Tank' sort of light after spilling out the Big MT. Really harp on the fact that this was an independent scientific faction that very likely worked as far away from the government as possible to do research, develop and do right by the post-apocalypse that had then fell down the pitfalls of superiority as time went on. They became more seclusionist, and as such their empathy for the 'dying' world above waned - and as they began to lack room for research, as they started to prod on fields that have no part in their original goal of rebuilding (or providing the tool for rebuilding), the wasteland became their research ground.

I genuinely think the synth project could have been conceptualised to re-populate the world in case the great war did straight up wipe everyone out (or pretty much everyone) getting brilliant, trust worthy minds in the community to upload their consciousness to contribute to this re-population scheme. Beyond that, staying below ground to wait it out like people in the vaults, preparing medicine, developing better nuclear waste protection, etc, etc. Besides the broken mask incident and the occasional unnamed NPCs that talk about having lost loved ones to becoming synths, that's the biggest, scariest evil that the institute is????? they make no other impact on the Commonwealth besides that. If the synth replacements are surveillance for large scale experimentation (Such as the Mayor and Roger Warwick) then i don't really understand why Allison from hole in the ground™ needs to be kidnapped and replaced? surely making synths is a resource heavy process and (as we know) they gather their resources from topside. I propose the Institute uses the topside MORE OBVIOUSLY as their experiment dumping ground and trash bin; it gives us a much more clear view of their inarguable distaste for the wasteland and the people that inhabit it. lab curated diseases like plagues that alter the very ground they infect, new, terrifying monsters as a result of any sort of experimentation, settlements that have been straight up levelled through weaponry testing - thus, the synth project becomes a necessity for their surveillance because they want to see how wastelanders react to different...'stimuli'.

Additionally it gives a bit more of a reason for there to be tension about the railroads mission; the wasteland knows them as the people who are taking the fight to the institute (and save synths on the side), but their main focus isn't cleaning up after the institute, it's just the synths, and i think wastelanders would feel a bit shafted having to deal with the other HUUUGE major problems dumped into their laps (plus there's also the railroads really...weird thing against wastelanders as whole as if they aren't scared/dying/etc but that's another thing entierly LOL).

I hate the institute for what they do to synths...but i don't understand why they dance around the institute being evil evil when they are so OBVIOUSLY worse than they are presented to be. The Institute is the wasteland hating BAD faction that you join if you don't like the brotherhood (lmao). Make it that way.

Anyway, this was a massive ramble, and i'm sure lots of the sentences make no sense BUT yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

greetings. i am shaun. your son. and this is an android modeled after myself. as a cherubic little rascal of age ten. that i built. and i cannot stress this enough. specifically to traumatize you. welcome to the institute

[burningcheese-merchant]

"You and I... We are meant to be together." okay everyone pack it up. go home. it doesn't get worse than this. I fear all other ancient x beast is #cancelled forever because how the utter fuck do you compete with that. My god. Dark Cacao would die on the spot, his old fucking heart would give out processing a sentence that romantic. Golden Cheese would choke and die from the physical manifestation of her own pride and ego before she could ever utter a sentence that open and honest. Hollyberry is choosing to laugh it all off and pray she can drink away and not think about it. White Lily would fall into another witch pot of bubbling goo before confronting said feelings. Only Pure Motherfucking Vanilla is that clincally batshit and unburdened to spout his feelings 1000% unfiltered to a guy who just killed his friends and got his rocks off psychologically torturing him.

Mystic Flour being utterly repulsed by such naïve, meaningless sentimentality, still clinging to the remains of the apathy she so cherishes and champions even as it slips through her fingers like flour through a sieve; hating herself to her very core because somewhere within it, she KNOWS her heart beats and aches for that ridiculous man, but she would end her own suffering before she allowed the truth to poke its head out from the shadows of her subconscious for even a single second

Burning Spice knowing how he feels for Golden Cheese, reveling in it, LIVING for the way his heart thunders in his chest and his breath hitches at the mere thought of his little bird. Never being afraid to tell her so, to pour out the contents of his dark heart without any filter (and Witches know he needs one at times...), either through his mouth or through the blade of his axe. But... still knowing that it isn't quite enough. Not for her. Because there's still something missing from his confessions. That soft, sugary sweetness that took away enough of the edge to his overwhelming spice that even he himself noticed it. That raw honesty - a different kind than he's used to, not quite what he employs. The kind that well and truly leaves him vulnerable and open to judgment; things he hates himself for fearing, even if it's only in relation to her and no one else. The kind he simply cannot have, that he cannot carry out. He tells Golden Cheese how he feels for her the way he WANTS to, not the way he NEEDS to. For that, he must change. And damn it, he can't handle any more change. It'll kill him, and he doesn't want to die anymore. Not while she's there to make his life fun again

Eternal Sugar sighing, rolling her eyes before letting them flutter shut again, because she knows this song and dance. She once helped countless others perform it; such was her lot as Happiness. And she chooses to ignore it, tuck herself back into bed and retreat into the world of dreams once more. Letting laziness govern her actions, like always. Running away from everything again - including her feelings for Hollyberry, and the fears and doubts that shroud them. Choosing to do nothing with the fact that Hollyberry is a runner and a quitter just like her, instead of taking initiative with her life and emotions for the first time in ages and telling Hollyberry point-blank that they could run away from the world together if she truly wanted

Silent Salt secretly lamenting his condition more than ever before, for now more than ever can he truly say that it is a hindrance, a curse, a stain on the tapestry of his life. Because no matter how well he's trained himself to express his thoughts and feelings through his actions, he knows that there are times where words really DO speak louder - and he can't speak them at all. He can never look White Lily in the eye and open his mouth and allow his praise and adoration to leap freely from his tongue. She will never feel the warmth of his tone as his words embraced her. She will never shiver and swoon at the joy and passion that dripped from every single letter - and there would've been many, there would've been more than could ever have been recorded, for he would've sung his feelings from every rooftop on earth until his lungs gave out. But he can't. He never will. Does he try to pretend it's better this way? Does he try and fail to cope with his lovesickness like his comrades do with theirs? Or does he accept the bitter reality for what it is, no ifs, ands, or buts, only hiding the gloom and doom he knows is written all over his face behind his helm just so he doesn't have to see it for himself?

And, above all of these things, bundling up the other 4 Beasts' feelings and tucking them away... Above all else, they are angry. They are angry at Shadow Milk. Because he achieved what none of them could. He got everything he wanted. His Ancient admitted his love for him, with all of the raw sincerity one could possibly afford another. The other Beasts would do ANYTHING to hear their Ancients speak to them in such a way. To acknowledge and embrace their connection, to confess to loving and longing for them; for their countenance, for their voice, for their touch, for their very souls. Shadow Milk got to reunite with his other half - who chose him willingly, wholeheartedly.

And Shadow Milk chose to throw it all away in the end. Let it all go to waste.

If any of them ever see him again, they're going to let him know EXACTLY how they feel about it all. Maybe it can count as practice towards crafting a proper heartfelt confession.

[kimmi-never-dies]

Yandere!Hyun-Ju x fem!reader head canons

(A/N): I know the poll is still up and is likely gonna change when I'm in the process of finishing this up but I had time now and this prompt was in the lead so I just decided this is what I'm writing.

TW: yandere, obsessive behavior, mentions of but never graphic violence, mentions of stalking and implied kidnapping, drugging.

Her behavior:

Again, she’s definitely a hopeless romantic, Hyun-Ju seems like the type to crave intimacy, affection, and all the other cheesy romance things, but never knows how to ask for it.

And adding that, along with the fact that society practically turned its back on her the second she wanted to openly be the woman she was on the inside, kinda turned her into an obsessive, clingy person.

She doesn’t mean to be this way, she’s just scared of being abandoned again.

Hyun-Ju never thought she’d end up becoming so infatuated with someone, but when you entered her life, everything changed.

You were so different from everyone else, you accepted her, you were so understanding and gentle…

She needed you more than life itself…you were a lifeline for her.

I kinda see Hyun-Ju being two sub-types of yandere, delusional and dependent.

She’d definitely disguise most of her delusions as jokes, for example:

“What do you mean you’re going on a date? But you’re my wife! You can’t be unfaithful!”

But her dependency is very clear, but dependency can be easily explained by abandonment issues, so you’d never guess it was really because she was practically addicted to you.

But she really can’t help it! After the games…after all the people she’d lost…she needed to keep you safe, she needed you to stay.

Dealing with rivals:

Definitely a jealous type, literally wants to scream, cry, and physically rip you away from anyone who’s not her.

Hyun-Ju doesn’t wanna share your attention, you should only focus on her!

HYUN-JU WAS A SARGENT IN THE SPECIAL FORCES

She is SCARY.

If she did happen to somehow gain a romantic rival she’d first stalk them online until she’s figured out everything about them.

She’s gotten a lot of people cut off from your life by digging up old tweets…

But if that doesn’t work, she isn’t above getting her hands dirty…

I don’t think Hyun-Ju could actually bring herself to just straight up murder someone, I know she went crazy on those guards but ACTUAL murder I don’t think so.

But she’s definitely not afraid to follow someone home and beat the ever-loving shit out of them as a warning.

Confessing to her darling:

There’s two ways this could go, and it really depends on you: Tonight was *finally* the night, Hyun-Ju was gonna tell (Y/n) how she felt about her! Everything was prepped and ready, she decorated her apartment with fairy lights, lit a couple of (Y/n)’s favorite scented candles, and made dinner. Hyun-Ju was now just getting dressed and awaiting her sweet-girls arrival.

She was dressed up in a beautiful forest-green dress with a gold necklace with an (your first initial) shaped pendent, which she got a while ago, playing it off as “there were no H’s and it made me think of you.” Her makeup was also simple, her signature brown winged liner, some mascara, and a bit of red tinted-gloss

The silence of Hyun-Ju’s apartment was suddenly interrupted by a knocking at the door.

‘She’s here!’ Hyun-Ju thought to herself excitedly as she rushed to open the door.

She could’ve fallen to her knee and proposed right then and there…

(Y/n) was stunning…her dress/suit hugging her body in all the right ways, and her hair was done perfectly, just like always…

-a few hours later-

After a while of eating dinner and watching some stupid comedy movie, Hyun-Ju finally worked up her courage and turned to face (Y/n). Her hands were shaking as she paused the tv, looking into her (e/c) eyes with nothing but love and a small twinge go something…darker…

“Sweet girl…I know we’ve been good friends for such a long time but…over these past few years I’ve wanted something more, I love you, and I wanna be your wife one day…so with that being said, please…will you be my girlfriend…?”

You sat shocked for a few minutes before responding to her, you couldn’t help but notice the desperate yet hopeful look on her face.

“Oh Hyun-Ju…”

Yes

"I'd love to..."

did she hear that right?

yes??

she would grin from ear to ear, pull you close as gently as she could, and kiss you.

this first kiss and every kiss after that would be full of love, passion, and happiness, masking the obsessive and violent feelings that got here to this moment, here with you...

And she was never letting you go...

No

"I'm sorry...I don't feel the same...but I'd love to still be your friend."

friend?

FRIEND??

all of this, following you everywhere, taking all those pictures of you, fighting off rivals left and right, only for you to wanna be FRIENDS!?

Hyun-Ju was NOT accepting this, but luckily she already had a backup plan.

struggling didn't help much when she lunged at you, pinning you to the ground effortlessly as she pulled something out of her dress pocket.

and once you felt that prick in your neck, and the sedative hit, you didn't struggle at all.

don't be scared sweet girl, she won't hurt you.

she'll make sure no one can hurt you...or even find you again...

[suzukiblu]

Day five of February’s second weekly WIP behind the cut; “mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees���. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Ugh, he is being such a fucking downer right now. In his own head, even, for fuck's sake. Just because, like, he's never really felt like he fit in with Clark's family and feels even less like he does since their stupid fucking reality rebooted and now maybe their stupid fucking reality is dead and might've taken everyone who he remembers ever knowing whether they remember him at all or not with it and now he'll really never, ever get to go home again and–

Kon stops thinking about that shit. Not actually fixing the problem, you realize, Cassie would say. It’s just catastrophizing until you have all the intel, Tim would say. 

We found you once, we'll find you again, Bart would say. 

Or, like, something totally stupid and ridiculous about nothing important so Kon could pretend to be a mentally stable person for just another five minutes. Whichever. 

He doesn't know what he's gonna do if they can't find each other again. If they're not there to be found. Aside from, like, continue to interdimensionally babysit the ten year-old version of a guy who doesn't even particularly care that he's alive, much less that they're both wearing the same house crest. Like–that, yeah. And only that until they find the local Clark, either way. 

Fuck, this is the worst interdimensional bullshit to bullshit since fucking Gemworld. 

Kon doesn’t think about how long it took him to get the fuck off fucking Gemworld. 

( doesn’t wonder if his reality’s Jon is out there somewhere not thinking about how long it took him to get the fuck out of the fucking volcano. )

Jon really does keep up the excited rambling the whole way out of Gotham, which Kon still cannot actually process as being a thing and still has no idea how he feels about. Just–just the way the kid’s looking at him is . . . 

Literally no one has ever looked at him the way this kid is looking at him right now, especially not any version of Jon Kent. 

He just . . . he doesn’t know what the fuck to think about it. 

“We’ll be arriving at the manor shortly, Mr. Kent,” Alfred finally interrupts as a smooth interjection when Jon’s pausing to take a breath and Kon is panicking about whether or not he’s supposed to be saying anything to the kid or what. Kon is very, very fucking grateful for said interruption and leans forward in his seat to peer ahead through the windshield. Not that he didn’t already know where they were, he’s just kinda curious about what may or may not look different in this reality’s version of the neighborhood. Like, he doesn’t know, maybe–

Wait. He does know where they are. And Alfred just said–

“Wait, you’re actually taking us to the manor?” Kon asks incredulously. 

“It would appear so, Mr. Kent,” Alfred says, raising an eyebrow at him in the rearview mirror. “I do recall saying that I was.” 

“Yeah, in front of Rita!” Kon protests. “We didn’t actually think you were gonna take us to the actual manor! What the hell, man?!” 

“Oh is Batman gonna just kill us?” Jon asks, half-covering his face with his hands with a freaked-out expression. “Are we getting killed and chucked off the ledge in the Batcave and like they’ll literally never even find our bodies?” 

“That seems a rather inhospitable welcome, young Mr. Kent,” Alfred replies wryly. “I intended to make tea, personally. Perhaps a late supper, under the circumstances.” 

Yeah, they are definitely never finding their bodies. 

[accessible-tumbling]

ID: A screenshot of Tumblr tags reading: "i see like [caps] No [caps end] phallo talk on this website and I'm sure it's because of the widely spread terf notion that they suck but they dont and haven't for a long time!!

transphobes would target people who had recently gone through the process and share the extremely personal pics theyd posted thing is. most of the pics arent even from the final operation. theyre from the midway point: before they construct the glans

some people are happy and leave it at that but most have another surgery for that called Stage 2 thats [caps] Also [caps end] before tattooing. mn

*many people elect not to get tattooing but a fair amount do to make it look more naturalistic and match the head color to your lip color the notion that phallos are poor recreations of the natal penis is straight up transphobia and discourages people from getting them including people who would be much happier with them

everyone i know whos actually had the surgery has been overjoyed. the difference is immeasurable. and in fact…most people actually find they orgasm [caps] Easier [caps end] after getting a phallo because they dont have dysphoria distracting them"

End ID.

[cloverapple]

Do you have any advice for someone who can't concentrate on their thoughts for the life of them? I'm a maladaptive daydreamer and have dabbled in shifting, but I always find myself thinking about some random thing (or falling asleep. Usually both). Even when I focus on the feeling of being there, I get distracted 😭

I really like your blog!!

First of all, I suuuuper reccomend this guided meditation by Alunir. It’s the solution to the problem you just described, trust me.

My take on this as a maladaptive daydreamer myself:

My dear, I think your daydreaming is the way you concentrate on your thoughts! Don't get me wrong, maladaptive daydreaming can be harmful when it interferes with daily life, but in the context of focus, have you ever considered that this might be your mind’s way of saying “Hey! This is how we concentrate easily!”

There’s no single “right” way to focus. When people talk about concentration, they often imagine a clear, still mind, deep breathing, and allowing thoughts to pass without attachment. And yes, that is one way to focus, but it’s not the only way. Everyone’s brain works differently.

For example, I have ADHD, and I process information better when I’m listening to something while doing another task—washing dishes, drawing, anything that keeps my hands busy. That’s also what triggers my maladaptive daydreaming; the second music hits my ears and I’m occupied, I’m gone. Fully immersed in another world.

And here’s the thing—daydreaming is a state of awareness. Just like being awake, asleep, or in the hypnagogic state, daydreaming exists on that spectrum. If you're prone to it, slipping into that awareness is effortless, which is why it can feel disruptive to real life. But when it comes to focusing on your thoughts, you can use this as a tool rather than fighting it. This makes visualization, shifting, and other mental techniques so much easier.

So what triggers your daydreaming? If music does it, try lying down with a playlist that reminds you of your desired reality and let the scenarios play out. That’s just as valid as any shifting method. The difference between daydreaming without meaning to and daydreaming to shift is intention.

If you spend time lost in a scenario and then think “Damn, I just wasted all that time when I could have been shifting,” you weren’t setting the right intention. But if you go in thinking “Alright, let me do my shifting method” and let yourself naturally fall into daydreaming—then trust that your mind knows how to shift—you’ve already increased your chances of success exponentially.

And you don’t have to be in bed to do this. You can move around, do it throughout the day, so long as the intention and self-trust are there, your subconscious will recognize it and follow through.

Always strive to improve for the sake of your mental health, but never be afraid to work with your mind instead of fighting against it.

I hope this helps in some way ♡

[naomihatake]

LaDs' Rafayel rambling — "Oceanic Nightfall" tender moments

!!!!!slight poilers ahead. I also made a comparison with Caleb after his return (*cough*, coming back from the dead - it's written in a small font if you wanna avoid reading it)

This man is so special to me, to be honest. Last night I watched one of his limited Tender Moments card, Oceanic Nightfall — and when I tell you that I was absolutely flabbergasted with how angsty it was. I saw the card's image and thought "oh, this is gonna be spicy". I was so mistaken, oh Gods 🥲

That card is anything but spicy; sure, there's a lot of tension between them in the second half of the card, my heart was doing gymnastics when she entered on him being ass naked in the bathtub with a paintbrush in his hand. I hadn't expected him to be so shameless, considering I don't think at that point they were exactly lovers (or probably just at the delicate line between friends and lovers). Not that surprising, because it's Rafayel, after all; he does act strange a lot of the time if we take into account the usual standards.

I adore the fact that MC didn't walk away and the fact that she didn't give in easily. She told him square in the face that his manipulation tactics don't go unnoticed by her and I absolutely adore that, lol. Yes, gurl, say it out loud for everyone to hear.

Also, she calls him annoying and he seems to be pleased by that. Rafayel is so pleased with the fact that she does view him differently than others.

I have to admit that his tantrum with the glass had my jaw drop to the floor because I absolutely despise such behavior — I am hater through and through of that gesture, especially since she hadn't done something deserving of such a reaction.

Let's take another scenario as a comparison: when MC throws a glass at Caleb for what he's done to her, for locking her in his apartment and being an ass with his overprotective, obsessive tendencies. I completely understand her point of view and I think he deserved it, to be frank (as someone that appreciates and loves him as a character overall). I think she should've done worse, if you ask me, but that's another story (I am a hater of controlling behavior, sorry not sorry)

Actually, Rafayel's gesture triggered me. It took me several seconds to process what happened because I couldn't believe it — to the point I'm not even sure if the glass just slipped from his hand or if he really threw it on the floor (I'll do a rerun of that card just to be sure, but I don't think I misinterpreted it).

Despite it all, that made me fall for his character even more. This is a card from the beginning of their relationship, since before they even got a chance to kiss, so I think that makes it even more interesting. In later cards and events, it is shown how complex Rafayel is; he is deeply in love with her and stops his manipulative tendencies. The only people he's cruel with have nothing to do with her. Their begining seems very abrupt and he does act like an absolute menace, like a pitiful crybaby sometimes.

Later on, these moments just end up being part of who he is as a person. I know I kind of bullied him in this post until now. Truth be told, he's very mature and he's shown as being a very wise person, regardless of his childish tantrums — and they're not even exactly childish, they're just part of a very troubled personality. He's shown taking care of MC, protecting her, giving her wise advice in a way someone very old would. His soul is, indeed, old, especially since he remembers his past lives. He's watched the world change and crumble before his eyes and he's still there, in Linkon.

Rafayel can be a child in a good way, like the time when they ran in the rain together because he never did that (he's a Lemurian, it doesn't rain underwater); in several tender moments, he encourages MC to be kinder with herself, to find herself in the small things of life, to pursue her little dreams and the bigger ones. His devotion to her is undeniable, and as time passes by, there are less and less tantrums from him. It's almost as if he's found his own emotional security and stability once she appeared in his life.

Even in this card, Oceanic Nightfall, Rafayel tells her that he's changed since she appeared in his life. She questions his strange behavior and it seems like he's a bit self destructive — that makes him such a relatable and real character.

Rafayel is full of flaws and insecurities and they make him so much more beautiful; he's perfect because of his own imperfections and I love him that way. He shows that he tries to change for the better, even if it's shown as a slow process. Also, he does that for her alone. He doesn't care about other people and I think that's very interesting. I like him a little cruel, a little heartless; he has all the rights to be, considering his life (or lives) as a Lemurian.

Also, if anyone has some thoughts about this, you can share them <3 I'd be happy to hear some more opinions on this (I know that the Rafayel girlies are down bad for him exactly because he's got a twisted personality and I wholeheartedly agree 😫)

[cripplecharacters]

Hi, I have two questions:

One is, do you think a family member like a sibling being the primary caregiver is a tricky thing for plot? Is this something that usually happens in real life or is it not a practical situation? I think it depends on the level of independence the person has regarding disability but I wanted to ask anyway because sometimes there can be situations an ordinary person may fall short such as emergencies; do family members undergo a certain training to be a primary caregiver, is there a formal process?

Second one is, do you think it would be ableist if a parent leaves their child due to an acquired disability because of the emotional turmoil it has on them, and the other parent kind of not knowing how to deal with the situation either, resenting the child for causing this separation between the parents but supporting the child from afar with occasional visits and monetary support?

I’m asking this because in my opinion this sometimes happens in real life too. However, I want to clarify whether you think it is a valid plot point, as I mean to emphasise that these people are not entirely good people and this is just how life is sometimes. Is there a problem in this case from the point of disabled readers?

Also I want to thank you for making this blog! Have a wonderful day.

Hello!

Question #1: Family Members as Caregivers

Please note: I will be using the term "professional caregiver" to refer to a third party caregiver, one who isn't related to the person/character either as a friend or family member. This isn't to say that caregivers cannot become friends with the person/character or that family members cannot become professional caregivers -- this is just the term I'm using for clarity.

In regards to your first question: This is absolutely something that happens, especially in places where professional caregivers aren't feasible.

There are some places in the world where government funding or private bursaries and grants exist to help cover the cost but this isn't universal. Caregivers are expensive, especially for long term care, and unfortunately not everyone who needs one will be able to get a professional caregiver.

That being said, having a family member as a caregiver also has some advantages over a professional caregiver. With family members, there's a pre-existing relationship and level of familiarity. Although a relationship between a caregiver and the person is different from a relationship between family members, having that familiarity can make things easier and more comfortable for both people.

With the questions about having to go through training or undergo a formal process, it really depends on the character's needs and the family member's pre-existing experience.

As an example, my boyfriend has several disabilities and his mother acts as his caregiver. Their situation was pretty fortuitous as his mother is a nurse who works from home so becoming his caregiver wasn't too difficult. The main needs that she fulfills are medical response based for things like his seizures. If she wasn't a nurse, she would have to go through some training for that -- though that can be anywhere from a weekend first aid course to a more intensive degree or diploma program.

On the other hand, a friend of mine has a more severe form of cerebral palsy and one of their caregivers is their mother. Most of that friend's needs involve help with daily activities such as dressing, cooking, bathing, etc. Because of this, their mother didn't need to undergo training. It all really depends.

It also depends on the legislation where your character lives. Some countries have stricter laws on the necessary qualifications to be a caregiver while others are more lax. There is also usually a difference between somebody who is paid for being a caregiver and somebody who isn't. I'm unsure about other countries but in Canada we have something called EI caregiving benefits [Link] which allows a family member (Or somebody that is like a family member such as a close friend) to be paid for providing care. There's more to it than that but if you're curious, the link above has some information.

Whether the caregiver has to live with the person also depends a lot on both their needs and their legislation. Somebody who needs help with medical response needs (If, like my boyfriend, they have severe seizures frequently, for example), it may be best for a caregiver to live with them. If their needs are more like my friend, they might be able to get away with a caregiver only coming during the day. It would be best for them to be there early in the morning and until the person goes to bed, however.

Another thing is that most people have multiple caregivers, whether they're officially recognized as caregivers or not. For my friend, they have three primary caretakers. In the morning and evening, their mother takes care of them. When she leaves for work, a hired caregiver helps them get ready and drives them to the abilities centre where they usually spend the day. While there, the staff at the centre take over. This is to say, just because a family member is a caregiver doesn't mean they have to be the person's only caregiver.

As a final note to keep in mind: Having a family member as a caregiver can also make things a bit more complicated, especially if the family member is being paid. Even if the two have the best relationship, an imbalance of power can complicate things. Although there can be arguments between the character and a professional caregiver, it's different when the caregiver is a family member.

A professional caregiver can be fired, investigated, or even arrested if they mistreat the person they're caring for. If the person can't report them themself, they may be able to reach out to a family member or friend for help. With a family member as their caregiver, this can be more difficult. Family members also have more history behind their relationship which can include past conflicts, family drama, generational trauma, etc. which can all make things more difficult.

Question #2: Parental Resentment Due to Disability

[CW: Discussions of ableism, abuse, murder, neglect]

With regards to your other question: The answer to this is more complicated.

Ethicists can argue all they want but in real life situations, things are rarely black and white. Most actions can't accurately be simplified into "good" or "bad" -- "ableist" or "not".

It would be very easy to say "this person left because of their child's disability so they're ableist" but the truth is that a situation like this is a lot more complicated than that.

There are so many other factors at play and sometimes leaving is the best thing to do in a situation. There have been countless cases of parents neglecting, abusing, and even killing their disabled children. Though it sounds cruel to say, in these situations leaving is a better alternative.

Although this is something that happens frequently in real life, it's a situation I'd urge you to be careful with. Your example specifies a child with an acquired disability but this can -- and does -- happen with all sorts of disabilities. When I was first diagnosed with autism, my family split up because my father didn't want to deal with it. It wasn't about my needs (They had been the same for years at this point), it was about the label that came with them.

Unfortunately, this is something that countless disabled people can relate to and, if handled improperly, the portrayal can come across as insensitive and really alienate your disabled readers.

On the other hand, it's important not to portray the parent as a villain or morally bad for taking these actions. It takes a lot to be able to admit when you can't handle a situation and to step back for the betterment of everyone. If you know that a staying in a situation will make it worse for the people involved (Yourself included), it isn't selfish to leave that situation.

Of course, that doesn't mean that it won't hurt people.

Human emotions are complicated and, even if somebody has done the right thing, it can still feel like a betrayal. A parent may leave for the betterment of a relationship but, by leaving, can also end it entirely -- whether intentionally or not.

With the situation you mentioned, it's important to keep in mind that the financial compensation and visits won't magically fix the relationship or even make it better at all. There will still be a lot of hurt there, even if it can be somewhat assuaged later on.

It's important to explore how this would affect all the characters -- not just the parent that leaves and the child:

How does it affect the remaining parent?

Does the character have siblings? How does it affect them?

What about extended family on the remaining parent's side? What about the other parent's side?

How does this affect the overall reputation of the character that left? Do their coworkers know? Their friends? How do they feel about it?

Although I'm always in favour of hiring a sensitivity reader, this is a situation where I'd VERY strongly encourage it. This is an important topic and one I'd like to see more of but it's also one that's so so easy to get wrong. Depending on how it's written, it can end up villainizing one party or otherwise coming across as insensitive.

Hopefully some of this is helpful.

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

[nexiva]

You made me hate you

Part 5

Bucky x reader

Warnings: nothing new yet, just good old swearing and angry reader, sloooow burn

Summary: Reader is training some new recruits :)

A/N: Winter break and I’ve got a loot of free time to write so here you go 😏

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Days had passed since the last time I saw him. I didn't even know how many. Days of pretending that conversation never happened. Days of avoiding Bucky Barnes like my life depended on it.

But something was different now.

Before, my hatred burned hot—sharp, raw, consuming. Now? It was still there, but it sat heavier, like a dull ache in my chest. I hated that I kept replaying his words in my head. I hated that I had no clever retort. I hated that, deep down, a part of me wondered if he was right.

Oh well, fuck him.

I shook the thought away and focused on the recruits standing in front of me.

Fresh faces, eager but clueless. Some of them had raw talent, others… well, they needed work. I tightened my wraps and stepped forward, scanning the group with narrowed eyes.

“Alright,” I barked. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Newbies hesitated a bit, glancing at each other like scared little puppies. I rolled my eyes.

“Well? Move!”

That got them going. They launched into drills, throwing punches, dodging, rolling. Some had decent form. Others? Not so much.

I stepped in, adjusting stances, correcting punches, barking out orders. A younger recruit—probably no older than nineteen—kept flinching every time I moved toward him.

“You scared of me, rookie?” I asked, crossing my arms.

He swallowed hard. “No, ma’am.”

I smirked. “Good. Because out there?” I jabbed a finger toward the exit. “Hesitation gets you killed.”

We ran through drills for the next hour, my voice sharp, my patience thin. But despite my frustration, I could see improvement. They were getting better, stronger.

The door creaked open.

Barnes (and Steve but somehow I haven’t noticed him until seconds later.) The trainees momentarily shifted their attention to the two super-soldiers entering the room.

“You think Y/L/N is at least somewhat as strong as they are?” one of them whispered to his friend, grinning foolishly—apparently forgetting that my hearing is far sharper than that of an average person. His mistake.

Without hesitation, I swept his legs out from under him, making sure he hit the ground with force—but safely.

I gritted my teeth and leaned down slightly, whispering, “It’s Agent Y/L/N, by the way.” Then, with a smirk, I winked and him and straightened up. I even heard Steve chuckling in the back.

“Keep going!” I snapped, watching as they scrambled back into position.

Steve and Barnes were training in the other corner of this gigantic room. I barely even saw them from where I was standing, but somehow the tension here was suffocating. I knew Bucky was waiting for something—maybe a glance, maybe a reaction. But I wasn’t going to give it to him.

The training session had finally ended. The recruits were exhausted, dripping with sweat, and eager to get out of here. I dismissed them with a sharp nod and made my way to the showers, relishing the thought of washing away the grime of the day.

The hot water stung against my sore muscles, steam curling around me as I let myself unwind for just a moment. The sounds of the gym faded, leaving only the steady rhythm of water hitting tile.

I didn’t hear the recruits lingering outside. I didn’t hear the whispered insults, the crude remarks.

But someone did.

Barnes and Steve had been gathering their things on the other side of the gym when they overheard one of the recruits snicker to his friend.

"She’s such a bitch."

Bucky froze. His fingers flexed against his duffel bag.

"Yeah," another voice chimed in. "Acts all high and mighty like she’s better than everyone."

"Maybe if she actually got laid, she wouldn’t be such a—"

The recruit didn’t get to finish his sentence.

Before he could even process what was happening, Bucky had him shoved up against the lockers, metal fingers gripping the front of his shirt with terrifying ease.

The other recruits backed away immediately, eyes wide, unsure of whether to intervene or just run.

"Buck, just take it easy—they're just kids," Steve said, his eyes filled with concern.

"You got something more to say?" Bucky’s voice was low, controlled, but deadly.

The recruit swallowed hard, his bravado disappearing in an instant. "I—I didn’t mean—"

Bucky yanked him forward slightly, just enough to make his point. "Say it again. I dare you."

The kid shook his head quickly, eyes darting around for help. None came.

Bucky leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don’t talk about your superior officer like that. Ever." The recruit nodded frantically.

"What the hell is going on here?" My voice sliced through the tension.

Bucky didn’t budge. His chest was rising and falling steadily, jaw clenched. He was furious. I stepped forward, arms crossed, still dripping from the shower. - "Barnes, back the hell off. Now." - He exhaled sharply through his nose, but he let go. The recruit stumbled forward, looking like he wanted to bolt.

I turned to the rest of them. "Out. All of you. Now!.” I never actually heard myself screaming like that. I was furious.

They didn’t hesitate. They all scurried out like frightened rabbits, leaving only me, Steve and Bucky.

I stared at him. "What the hell was that?"

His nostrils flared. "He was talking shit—"

"I don’t fucking care. They’re stupid children who need to learn." My voice was firm. "They’re my recruits. Not yours. You don’t get to throw them around like that."

“Y/N, Buck was really just trying to-” I scoffed, shaking my head. "You’re really defending him? What a surprise Rogers!” I turned my head back to Barnes.

"I’m telling you that you don’t have power over them. Over me." My fingers clenched. "You don’t get to act like some self-appointed protector. I can handle myself."

Bucky mumbled something under his breath and stormed out of the gym. I stared at Steve as if I had just seen a ghost.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, you're right. He shouldn't have reacted that way."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Finally, someone’s on my side—only a few months too late."

This strange day had passed so quickly. It was already evening. God, I was so tired. I really needed some sleep.

But I didn’t get enough sleep that night. Why you may ask? Because for the first time, something so weird was about to happen that would turn my world a biiit upside down.

[zeroseuniverse]

Alien On This Earth

Word Count: 1.0K Summary: “You don’t have to figure everything out on your own,” you said softly. “You have me.” Pairing: Han X Reader

Disclaimer: Please be aware that this is apart of the from the ashes series. This series will have aspects of violence, weapons, angst, blood, injuries, killing, and will heavily focus on oppression and segregation of mutants, Look after your mental state if any of these make you uncomfortable please.

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Han Jisung had been on Earth for about three months now. His first few days had been confusing, to say the least. He had crash-landed in the middle of a field with no idea where he was or what had just happened. The sky above him had been full of stars, and as the ship crumpled and buckled around him, the noise of it all—frantic, sharp, and thunderous—had made his head spin.

But then, everything went quiet. Too quiet.

Jisung stood up, dusting himself off, and immediately started hearing the faintest hum under his feet, in the wind, inside his head. His head, which, let’s be honest, had been full of way too many thoughts, but none of them made sense. He could hear the chirp of a bird from miles away, and he could feel the vibration of distant cars, even the soft rustling of leaves in the trees… and it was like the whole world was speaking to him. He couldn’t help but wonder if everyone could hear it.

Spoiler: they couldn’t.

So, that was his first clue that things were going to be very different on Earth.

Jisung tried to blend in. He tried his best to mimic the way humans lived, talk like them, understand the world like they did. But what made it even more difficult was his abilities. He didn’t know where they came from, why he could control sound, or even why everything he touched sometimes vibrated or trembled. Whenever he accidentally made something crack, like a doorframe or a glass cup, he couldn’t understand why everyone else didn’t notice. It felt normal to him, but it was just too normal to the humans around him, and they thought he was just some weird, super-loud weirdo.

That was when he met you.

You had been shopping at the local convenience store, minding your own business, when you heard a strange, low hum. You glanced over and saw Jisung standing near the counter, his fingers twitching as if he were controlling something invisible in the air. He seemed lost, confused even, trying to calm himself as the air buzzed with an unnatural static.

And then, in the most unexpected move, he bumped into you.

“Oh, sorry,” Jisung said, blinking up at you with wide eyes. “I didn’t mean to… um, crash into you.”

You looked at him for a second, still processing the fact that something had vibrated in the air. You smiled, because you were curious, and his awkwardness was endearing. “No worries,” you said, laughing. “It’s just that… you’re, um, kinda vibrating.”

He looked at you, eyes still wide, as if you had spoken in a completely different language. “I am?”

“Yup. A little bit. It’s cool, though,” you reassured him. “I mean, I can’t do it. That’d be weird, right?”

And just like that, your strange connection had been made.

From then on, you found yourself bumping into Jisung more and more—literally and figuratively. It was like he kept running into situations that were just a little too much for him to handle. You’d find him pacing nervously in the corner of a coffee shop, his hands jittering with the hum of sound he couldn’t control, and you’d go up and calmly ask, “Need some help?”

“Yeah… I think so?” Jisung would reply sheepishly, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “I swear I’m not trying to cause trouble. It’s just—this just happens sometimes.”

You smiled, holding out a hand. “Well, I think you’re safe here. I can’t hear what you’re hearing, but I think you’re pretty cool. So, take a breath, and just focus. You’re not alone in this.”

You always made him feel like it was okay. That he wasn’t an alien. That he wasn’t a freak. And maybe it helped that you had a way of seeing the world that others didn’t. After all, who else would hear Jisung’s sound hum like a beautiful melody, even if it did shake the windows a little too much?

One afternoon, while hanging out in the park, you found Jisung struggling again. The whole world felt like it was vibrating around him—louder and more intense than it had ever been before. It was like the noise of the world was pressing in on him, and the confusion was starting to show.

“Jisung,” you called out, grabbing his attention. “Stop for a sec. You’re going to make everything go haywire.”

“I can’t help it!” He groaned, running his hands through his hair. “Everything just feels so loud. Why can’t humans hear it like I do? I just want to talk to someone who gets it!”

You stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “Hey, you’re not alone. Not anymore. And if anyone can understand feeling everything all at once, it’s me. It’s okay. Just let me help.”

For a second, Jisung just stared at you, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. Then, slowly, he exhaled, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “Thanks… I guess I’m still figuring it out.”

“You don’t have to figure everything out on your own,” you said softly. “You have me.”

And somehow, hearing those words felt like the safest place Jisung had ever known.

As the weeks went by, you became his anchor, his sounding board, the one person who didn’t find his abilities strange, but fascinating. You were always there, offering encouragement and protection when the world around him started to close in. No one could understand why the world had started changing, why the oppressive tension had risen so suddenly, but with you by his side, Jisung felt like maybe, just maybe, it would all be okay.

One evening, as the sun set and painted the sky in soft shades of pink, you and Jisung sat side by side on the rooftop of his apartment. You were both silent for a while, taking in the view. The air felt peaceful, but there was still that strange hum under your feet—faint, but persistent.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Jisung whispered, turning to look at you. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smiled at him, nudging him gently. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll always be here, Jisung. I’ll protect you. You’re not alone.”

And in that moment, the hum of the world faded just a little bit, and all that was left was the soft connection between you two—a bond that could never be broken, no matter how loud the world around you became.

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What if N and Lysandre met right after the event of BW1 ?

AU - Lysandre and N collaboration

After acknowledging the real intentions of his former-father Ghetsis , N was thrown out of the castle while Ghetsis would try to groom another person to find the remaining stone for him to use.

N , lost , with barely any time to process what just happened to him , his ideal , stumbled upon a man who swore with passion to get rid of the filth in the present world.

Seeking what he always knew was the truth , he decided to learn more about Lysandre , his stance about humans , and Pokémon alike.

Sure enough , since the timeline in BW2 is similar to the one in X/Y , Lysandre obviously heard about Team Plasma , probably even believed in their cause in the beginning : at the end of the day , he does hate the idea of Pokemon remaining mere tools for humans to use as they wish.

He heard about the downfall , about how Ghetsis lied to everyone before vanishing , letting all his puppets behind and also his son.

He despised the man , but actually praised his ideas.

When N and Lysandre finally interacted , when Lysandre understood where N was coming from , it was only logical for them to unite and share their mutual thoughts.

""I'm sure you understand that Pokémon are not tools for humans to fight each other with."

"And that people who do think that Pokémon are tools are beyond saving, no matter how hard you try." (Lysandre in game (master ex ) quotes)

N wouldn't accept Lysandre ideas of removing Pokemon from the world and letting only a few humans alive to avoid the Pokemon abuse , and wouldn't take much for him to make Lysandre change his mind as well :

N is saying the truth : the only problem is the story are the trainers , not the Pokémon.

They would become allies , joining their ideals , and get lost former-Plasma grunt on their side.

The Ultimate Weapon would be used , but they would have to find a way to make it work as they wanted it too : to eradicate only the very thing that threaten both of their ideals : Humans.

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I was just thinking about it , despite going in totally different ways in their games , if N found Lysandre in his vulnerable state after going through such traumatic experience , he probably would have latched unto this new purpose. For all he knew was that Pokémon were hurt and that Humans were bad.

Would he be scared of Lysandre ? Probably for a moment , but I would think that N can be too trustful , especially when the person in front of him is directly despising the very man that destroyed his self-esteem month prior.

Would Lysandre be manipulating N ? Not on purpose , I think Lysandre would genuinely think of N as a little brother and would actually try to help him but in the wrongest way possible.

It's just an idea , but I do think that if Lysandre met N during the end event of BW1 or even slightly before , it could have had terrible consequences and we know for sure that Lysandre wouldn't mind dying for his ideal.

They would probably try to make the ultimate weapon work by feasting upon human energy ; and not Pokémon.

Sorry I write like shite lol it's 4AM here and my brain is turning off ok

also please save me from the lysandre autism

[sturniololuvz]

Hiii can u do one where the sturniolos underage sister gets drunk at a family gathering and they have to take care of her

i LOVE THIS IDEAAAAA

“A Little Too Much”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : drunk

Family gatherings were always a mix of fun and chaos for the Sturniolo siblings. Their extended family was loud, full of energy, and loved to throw big get-togethers. This one was no different—music played from the speakers, laughter filled the air, and food was spread across multiple tables in their aunt’s backyard.

Y/N wasn’t particularly in the mood for it, though. Maybe it was the stress of school, or maybe she just didn’t feel like being around so many people. Whatever it was, the temptation to make the night a little more interesting got the best of her.

She wasn’t dumb—she knew where the adults kept their drinks. And while she wasn’t technically allowed to have any, it wasn’t hard to sneak a few sips here and there when no one was paying attention. A little bit of wine, a sip of something stronger when an older cousin left their cup unattended—just enough to feel a buzz.

At first, it was fine. She felt loose, lighter, like everything around her was funnier than it should’ve been. But she didn’t realize how much she’d actually had until standing up made the world tilt a little too much.

Chris was the first to notice.

“Yo, Y/N.” He caught her by the arm when she stumbled past him. “You good?”

Y/N giggled. “M’fine, Chris.”

His brows furrowed. He knew her too well, and something was off. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes unfocused, and—was that alcohol on her breath?

“Dude,” he muttered, realization dawning. “Are you drunk?”

Before she could answer, Nick and Matt appeared, sensing something was up.

“What’s going on?” Matt asked, looking between them.

Chris didn’t take his eyes off Y/N. “She’s drunk.”

Nick’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

Y/N groaned, trying to pull away. “Shhh! Don’t tell everyone.”

Matt ran a hand down his face. “How the hell did you even get alcohol?”

Y/N giggled again, but it quickly faded as she swayed slightly. “I dunno.”

Chris sighed. “Okay, we gotta get her out of here before Mom and Dad notice.”

Nick nodded. “Yeah, last thing we need is her getting in trouble—or puking in the middle of the party.”

With little choice, the three of them carefully steered Y/N inside the house and up to one of the guest rooms. She flopped onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, clearly enjoying the attention.

Chris knelt beside her. “How much did you even drink?”

She held up two fingers, then three, then shrugged. “Enough to feel funny.”

Nick crossed his arms. “Yeah, no kidding.”

Matt sat at the foot of the bed. “You know you’re gonna feel like shit in the morning, right?”

Y/N groaned, rolling onto her side. “You guys are so dramatic.”

Chris shook his head, but he couldn’t help the small smirk forming on his lips. “You’re literally drunk off your ass right now.”

Nick sighed, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her. “Drink this.”

She blinked at it. “But I don’t wanna.”

“Too bad.”

Reluctantly, she took a sip, then pouted at them. “You guys suck.”

Matt snorted. “You’re gonna love us when we stop you from getting grounded.”

Chris patted her back. “Just sleep it off, dumbass. We’ll cover for you.”

Y/N blinked up at them, her drunk brain taking an extra second to process what they were saying. “You guys are the best.”

Nick chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Just sleep.”

As she dozed off, the triplets exchanged glances. They’d definitely be giving her hell for this in the morning, but for now, they’d make sure she was okay. That’s what brothers were for.

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[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

zooble x a reader that’s been absolutely war-torn by anxiety?

as in, they get really anxious and insecure at times, and while they’re actively trying not to be a nuisance, they still worry they are anyway.

This anon ate and left no crumbs. Pop off queen.

Zooble x Reader who has anxiety

★ The reader's first moments in the Digital Circus are filled with panic and confusion. Trying to take in the strange place you have been thrust into. But your anxiety spikes, making it hard to process anything.

★ Fortunately Ragata shows up before any lasting mental damage happens. You are still freaking out, just slightly less than before. She's probably the best person to have found you. Thanks to her you start to ground yourself and figure out what's happening.

★ The reader finds Zooble to be a bit intimidating at first. Zooble’s first words to you are meant to be kind but come off wrong. "Uh, hey there. You look like you’re having a hard time. Not sure how to help, but… um, I’m here, I guess." Zooble tried their best, but they are not really good with these things.

★ For the first few days you struggle to adapt, feeling out of place and constantly on edge. Everything is different and nothing makes any sense. Everyone tries to be extra nice, clearly seeing how hard it's been on you.

★ Its certainly not because Ragatha and Zooble are asking everyone to play nice. You clearly have some issues and can barely function in your new body as is. If you were on any medication, you would also be going through withdrawal by now.

★ Jax still messes with you but is slightly less mean, he quickly realizes that their issues run deeper than just being an easy mark. Like how he is usually nicer to Kinger compared to most people.

★ They try to check up on the reader if the reader stays in their room all day long. Zooble doesn't like Caines adventures either, but being alone for that long isn't healthy. Zooble keeps you company throughout the day, even if it's just sitting together in silence.

★ Zooble's approach is honest and direct. "Feeling bad again? Yeah, it happens. Do you need help dealing with it?" Spoken In a softer tone than usual. There's no sugarcoating how you feel, but there's no judgment either.

★ The best coping skill they know is distractions."As much as I hate to admit it, Caine might be right about adventures being a healthy distraction," Hell, Zooble might even join in if you ask them to.

[puppppppppy]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Remember: The burning sensation is part of the process.

[katabay]

PAGLUIB

way back in like. march?? I took a stab at writing some kind of kabitserye type of story but it was a mess: it kept veering off into murder mystery drama territory because I was reading a lot of murder mystery novels around then and it Wasn't Good because I hadn't tried writing mysteries, let alone murder mysteries, before lmao

I did write a handful of short mystery stories since then, so next year I might take a stab at this idea again now that I'm no longer jumping head first into a genre pool I don't know how to swim in :)