#is this going to get me more mean anons? probably

[ipushhimback]

would you be able to write oscah fluff after china win?

there you go, anon!! it is not too long but i hope you like it <3

shut up and give me a hug

pairing: oscar piastri x reader warnings: none words: ca. 800

The whole last week Oscar had been in a bad mood thanks to everything that had happened at his home race in Australia. Not even the fact that he had secured his first pole position in qualifying made him feel better. 

Now you were standing next to Oscar, who was getting ready for the race in China. 

“Listen, baby. You will go out there and you’ll fucking win this race, ok? Don’t think about anything than winning. You can do it. I know that you’ll win, the fans believe in your win.”, you said as you moved to stand in front of your boyfriend to look him in the eyes. “Did you understand? You’ll win.”

Oscar looked down at you and nodded. “Of course. I’ll try my best.” He leaned down to you and pressed a kiss to your lips before grinning down at you. “But I want a reward”, he said smirking. 

“Yeah yeah, sure. Now go”, you said and placed his helmet on his head. He gave you a thumbs up before getting in the car. 

***

He won. Oscar really won the Grand Prix. To be honest you were a little scared after his start but then he crossed the line first, making you tick another cube on your bingo card. Yes, you did have a bingo card because you need something to keep you interested in the races when they become boring.

Your boyfriend got out of the car and he looked… like always. Oscar has never been one to show his emotions after a win. That didn’t mean he wasn't happy to be first. Just that he liked it better to celebrate with you.

After the interviews and the podium, where you cried but… no one has seen that, he went over to you still smelling like champagne and sweat. 

“I hate to break it to you, babe, but you really need a shower”, you greeted him. 

“Shut up and give me a hug”, Oscar mumbled as he stepped forward to wrap his arms around you. 

“Yes, you big baby”, you said hugging him back and patting his back over the race suit which was drenched in champagne. 

You scrunched you nose. “Osc. I really really love you but can you please take a shower and change? You are smelly. And wet. And I know the champagne is amazing bc you know you won but it is also just gross…”

”Okayyy…”, Oscar sighed. “But remember my reward, yeah?”

You nodded and gave him another pat to his back to get him to leave for a shower. He left you standing there wondering what you could reward him with. You knew he would be happy with a night full of sex but you wanted to give him something else. Something more meaningful. You just had no idea what. Until it hit you. Something simple. But you were excited to see his face when you would give it to him. 

You sprinted to a small stand where the fans could buy merch and other stuff. You bought what you were looking for before running back to wait for Oscar in front of his driver’s room. 

Only a couple minutes later the door opened and Oscar, now in jeans and a McLaren hoodie, was standing in front of you.

”So? You got my reward?”, he asked, smirking as he leaned down to kiss you.

”Yes. I do. Close your eyes.”, you demanded. 

Oscar looked confused for a second before doing as you told him. You grabbed his hand and slipped something on his wrist. Oscar furrowed his brows trying to make out what it was.

”Ok, you can open your eyes again”, you said nervously. What if he thought it was stupid? What if he didn’t like it? But before you could overthink it Oscar opened his eyes and looked down at his wrist. 

An orange hair tie with a small charm of the chinese gp on it. 

“I’m sorry it is only something small and probably a little silly but you know when people are a couple and the girl gives her boyfriend a hair tie? We haven’t done that yet and I thought it might be cute like from now on you can just add the charms of races you won or so but if you don’t like it it is ok as well or-“

Oscar interrupted you by pressing a kiss on your lips.

”Shut up. It’s amazing, babe. Thank you”, he told you as you blushed. “Now to the reward I actually meant before…”

a/n: loved writing this and i hope you like it! pls continue sending requests i already got a few and am so happy about all of them <3 tags: @strawberryy-kiwii / @a-distantdreamer / @requiemforthepoets / @martygraciesversion381 / @l-vroom4 / @comicqlivy / @sid-is-gr8 / @picklesbuddy93 / @sadiemack9 / @f1fantasys / @cloud-55 / @sunny44 / @widow-cevans / @gigicisneros / @mbioooo0000 / @sinfully-yoursss / @bravo-delta-eccho / @rue-t / @mayax2o07 / @alexanderachillesisgay / @maviesamour / @suhchenjun / @pippyth3hippy / @sweate-r-weathe-r / @joannaln4 / @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy / @aleatorio1234 / @anayaverse 

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDS React to a Reader with a Skin Condition

Request: Anon- Would you be comfortable writing headcanons about how the boys would react to you having skin problems? Like acne and eczema. I get really self conscious about my skin and I just feel like they’d know just what to say.Whether or not you choose to write this thank you for taking the time to read this. I really appreciate all you do, you’re an incredibly talented writer and you’re such a wonderful part of this community. 💕

AN: Hi anon, thanks for requesting! As someone with psoriasis this is close to home. I hope you like this >< evil laughter because I changed the OG reaction order

Pairing: LaDS boys x fem reader

Ingredients: 90% comfort, 10% sulking

My Fav: None. I felt writer's block writing this :(

Caleb:

He’d seen you grow up with psoriasis.

He remembers the way you never let go of your long sleeves. The way your friends’ eyes lingered in the summer, glancing at your covered arms with quiet curiosity. The way your smile would dim when someone’s gaze lingered too long.

Hell, he was the one who held you when you sobbed, terrified before every new school year. The one who sat with you in silence while you rubbed at your sleeves until the fabric thinned.

But he had also seen you change. Watched as long sleeves were traded for shorter ones. Saw how you learned to love your skin through the endless cycle of steroids, topicals, and shots.

Flare-up or not, you were strong. You became more than the spots on your skin. And he was proud.

The person he once comforted no longer needed saving. You had learned to love yourself.

But even now, if you stumbled, if you slipped, he’d still be there. Not because you needed him. But because he never stopped wanting to stand beside you.

And when you catch him watching you, when you raise an eyebrow and say “What?” he just smiles.

"Nothing." He wraps his arms around you, his hands mapping your arms with utmost focus. He watches the way you don’t flinch anymore. The way you let him touch you without hesitation.

"You’re just beautiful."

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks flush. He sees the quiet pleasure in the smile on your lips.

"I mean it." His pulls you closer, against his chest, burying his face in your shoulder.

Zayne:

He held your hands, applying the topical carefully. His fingers moved slowly, brushing over the irritated skin with quiet precision. Your fingers twitched in his grasp, skin red and peeling. It looked painful.

Just a night out had done this. The restaurant soap had reacted poorly.

And now here you both were.

"I'm sorry, Zayne. I was stupid." You whisper, trying to pull your hands back. "I ruined our plans."

His grip tightens slightly, keeping you from slipping away. His breath steadies as he rests his forehead against yours. Warm. Soft. Familiar.

"You have nothing to apologize for." His arms circle around you, pulling you carefully into his lap. His hand slides to your wrist, thumb brushing over the curve of your pulse.

He blows gently over the drying cream on your skin. His breath ghosts over your fingers, the warmth easing the sting.

"I prefer this." His lips brush your temple. "How else do I get to hold you like this?"

Your breath hitches. His mouth curves faintly against your cheek.

"And kiss you however much I want?"

You laugh weakly. "You’re ridiculous."

"Probably." His lips trail down the side of your face, soft and deliberate. His touch light and careful as he smooths over the cream.

"But you think too much." His forehead presses against yours. "You didn’t ruin anything."

"Zayne, it was your time off in so long, and we-"

His fingers lace between yours. His thumb strokes along your palm, calm, steady. "I’d rather be here with you, holding you, than anywhere else."

You close your eyes, breath slowing beneath the weight of him.

"So stop apologizing." His voice drops to a whisper. His mouth hovers over yours. "You’re already giving me exactly what I want."

Rafayel:

He finds you crouched in the closet. Crying. Clothes scattered around you in every direction.

"I look awful." You look at him tearfully. "Everything looks terrible with the breakout. I can't go to your exhibition, Rafayel."

Your face crumples, eyes red and swollen. Your period isn’t helping, it makes you even more susceptible to unwarranted emotional breakdowns every passing hour. You bury your face in a dress and sob like a kicked puppy.

Rafayel stands there for a second, his brow furrowing. Then he sighs and sinks down beside you, his knees brushing against yours.

His hands rise to your face, caressing your cheek with care. "My bodyguard always looks the most beautiful." He tilts your chin to kiss the tears away.

"Don't kiss me, I feel gross." You try to pull away. "And look at all this acne. How can you even...?"

"I'm not kissing the acne." Rafayel smiles faintly. His eyes soften as he takes in the sight in front of him. "I'm kissing you, you dummy."

"And right now?" His grin sharpens as he leans back slightly. "You look adorable."

"I can’t go to the exhibit, Rafayel." You whine annoyed by the sound of your own voice as overstimulation crowed your senses.

"Good." His voice is lazy, his arms sliding beneath your legs. Without warning, he lifts you effortlessly, adjusting you against his chest like you weigh nothing.

"Rafayel this is ridiculous." You bury your face in his chest.

"Shhh." He silences your protests with a peck to your lips. His arms tighten around you, carrying you toward the bed.

"You know how much I hate those things." His tone is light, but his hand slips beneath the curve of your knee, holding you securely. His mouth skims the side of your temple. "Honestly, you just gave me the best excuse to skip."

"But..."

"Nope." He sets you down on the bed, brushing your hair back from your face. "We’re staying in."

He slides in beside you, one arm looping beneath your shoulders. His hand splays low across your back, pulling you closer.

"If you feel awful, the least you can do is suffer with me." His mouth tilts against your temple. "And if you think this breakout makes you less beautiful, I guess I’m going to have to kiss you until you figure out how wrong you are."

"Starting now." He pulls you into an onslaught of kisses.

Sylus:

You drag another air purifier into the room, sneezing hard enough to make your head spin.

"God, this sucks." You flop onto the floor between the circle of purifiers, rubbing at the irritated skin of your neck. "How did natural selection fail this badly?"

Your breath hitches, throat burning. You close your eyes. Maybe if you just stay here, the purifiers will summon clean air or a new respiratory system.

That’s when you feel him.

"Did I interrupt your ritual, darling?"

You crack an eye open. Sylus stands above you, arms crossed, looking thoroughly amused.

"This is serious." You sniff, voice wrecked.

"Sure it is." He crouches down, invading your circle of air purifiers. "Should I sacrifice a goat or something?"

"You could bring me a tissue."

Sylus grins. "Or…" His hands slip beneath your arms, lifting you effortlessly. "I could just kidnap you and nurse you back to health myself."

"Sylus, what are you...?"

Without a word, he drops you onto the couch, pressing his hand against your forehead. His eyes narrow. "Hm. You might not survive the night."

"Stop it,"

"I’ll have to keep you in bed." His mouth curves wickedly. "For observation."

"Sylus!" You protest, trying to get up.

"No talking. Doctor’s orders."

His lips press against your burning cheek. His hand slides through your hair, nuzzling into you. His smile softens at the sound of your stuffy breath.

"Just relax." His voice lowers. "I’ve got you."

Xavier:

"You don’t have to stay." You reason trying to get your boyfriend out of your misery cave. "You’re tired. You’ve been running around all day."

"So?" His voice is quiet.

You glance at him through swollen eyes. Your skin is blotchy from the allergic reaction, red patches climbing up your neck and across your cheeks. You feel gross.

"So you don’t have to deal with this."

Xavier sinks down onto the floor beside you, resting his head on the bed where you lay draped. His gaze drops to the irritated skin on your throat.

"I’m not here because I have to." His hand lifts, hesitates, then curls gently around your hand. His thumb traces the tender skin of your palm.

"You look uncomfortable." You wince, voice thin.

"Yeah. I am." His smile is faint, almost fragile. "Because I hate seeing you like this."

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off.

"Not because of how you look." His hand rises to your neck, cupping it carefully. His thumb brushes over a reddened patch of skin. His eyes darken. "Because I hate not knowing how to make it better."

"It’s just allergies."

"I know." His breath steadies. His eyes soften. "But I still wish I could fix it."

"You’re not going to scare me off." His voice drops lower. "You don’t have to look perfect for me to stay."

"But I feel—"

"I know." His thumb brushes your cheekbone. His breath catches as your gaze meets his. "Stay with me anyway."

[7ndipity]

Greedy

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi's craving your attention, but you're not there to help him out. Maybe your pillow will do instead?

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, slight dom/sub dynamics, pillow humping, handjob, overstimulation, Yoongi’s a needy boi, reader’s a lil bit of a mean dom but not really, Yoongi’s called a slut but it’s in his own fantasy, swearing 

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This has sat in my inbox for wayy too long, but I hope you still like it!

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It was late as Yoongi quietly entered your shared apartment, dropping his bag by the door and kicking his shoes off without much regard, his mind in a tired haze. He’d had a day that felt more like three days rolled into one, and the only thing on his mind was falling into your arms and going to bed.

However, as he padded through the house, he was slightly dismayed to find you nowhere in sight. He knew you had made plans fro that evening with a few of your friends, but he was hoping you would have been home by now.

Making his way to the bedroom, he settled wearily on the edge of the bed, glancing at the clock as he fished his phone out of his pocket, quickly tapping on your name in his recent messages.

‘Babyy, what time do you think you’ll be home?’ He typed out, silently praying you wouldn’t leave him on sent for long.

Much to his delight, you wrote back almost immediately,

‘Idk, probably another hour, maybe two.’ You replied. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Yeah, just checking.’ He typed, hesitating for a moment before adding ‘I miss you’.

‘You miss me or are you just horny?’ You replied. He could practically hear the smirk in your reply. You knew him far too well.

Yoongi liked to believe that he was a person with a reasonable sense of willpower and self discipline, but when it came to you, all of that went flying out the window. With you, he was a needy, clingy mess, constantly craving your touch and attention in the most desperate and intimate ways.

During the earlier stages in your relationship, he’d been too shy and embarrassed to admit just how much of a hold you had over him, but over time, you had quickly caught on as it had begun to bleed through in his actions. It certainly didn’t take a genius to notice the way he seemed to compulsively touch you, especially whenever he was stressed or tired, or how quiet and whiney he got whenever you took a more dominant role over him in the bedroom. 

Which was why now, after having had as long and shitty of a day as he’d had, he felt the familiar desire to just let his brain shut off; no thoughts, no worries, just float away and let you take care of him.

The only problem with that plan being that you weren’t there, a fact that was becoming increasingly bothersome to Yoongi.

‘Both.’ He replied to your question honestly. ‘Is there any way I could convince you to come home sooner?’

‘We’re almost done baby, just be patient. I’ll be home soon enough.’ You replied. He could almost hear the knowing smirk as you typed, knowing fully well that he was in a needy mood and would be waiting impatiently for you to return.

He groaned, flopping back on the bed with a thump, his phone bouncing next to him on the mattress.

He sucked in a slow breath, trying to calm his tired mind. He knew it wasn’t a big deal, he could wait for you to get home, it was only a couple hours max, he wasn’t that desperate. Right? 

After a few minutes, he sat back up, deciding to at least make use of part of the time by showering and putting on some more comfortable clothes, knowing that washing off his awful day would help make him feel a bit better.

Once clean and dressed in pajamas, he returned to bed, falling back down against the softness of the mattress with a soft groan.

Feeling his eyelid growing heavy, he decided he would try to take a nap while he waited for you to come home, curling up on his side and wrapping his arms around your pillow in order to make himself comfortable. He’d grown accustomed to holding you while he slept, so if he couldn’t hug you, your pillow would have to do for now.

As his eyes drifted closed, his senses were filled with your comforting and familiar scent, causing his body to relax almost instinctively, and his mind to return to its earlier train of thought.

He imagined what you would be doing if you were here with him right now, the way you would softly kiss him and ghost your hands over his body, your touch always so gentle as if he were something precious and fragile. He imagined the way you would tease him, trailing your hands lower, narrowly avoiding the places he needed you the most, making him whiney and desperate under you…

His heart rate picked up, feeling his cock stirring in his shorts as he recalled the way you felt when he pulled you close, the way you fit in his arms, the sound of your breathless words in his ear as you finally gave him what he wanted and pushed the both of you towards release.

He shifted restlessly in the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position, accidentally grinding slightly against your pillow as he did, sending a shot of pleasure through his system and making him freeze for a second.

Curiously, he repeated the action, shifting the pillow lower so that it pressed against him more firmly, letting out a soft sigh of relief at the gentle, but delicious friction it created against his aching cock.

Letting his instincts take over, he slowly began to rut his hips steadily against the pillow, letting out quiet sighs and grunts of pleasure at the sensation. 

After a minute, he shoved off his pajama bottoms, shifting up onto his knees, positioning your pillow so that he was fully straddling it, imagining it was your soft warm body instead, your thick lush thighs, anything that helped push him closer towards that sweet relief he was aching for, grinding against it faster and harder now, letting out a few quiet moans and grunts of your name.

He could feel his cheeks flush slightly in embarrassment as he suddenly thought about what you would say or do if you saw him like this, so needy and desperate for you that he was humping your pillow like a dog in heat, but it just felt soo fucking good that he couldn’t quite bring himself to care.

He imagined what you would do if you were there, if you caught him fucking you pillow, how you would call him such a desperate little slut for you, how you might punish him for not listening to your instruction.

He wasn’t even bothering to keep quiet now, groaning out loudly in pleasure as he gave a few particularly harsh thrusts against the pillow, feeling his orgasm quickly beginning to approach.

He was so lost in his own little fantasies that he didn’t realize just how close they were to coming true, not hearing as you let yourself into the apartment.

You had decided to excuse yourself a bit early from dinner and drinks with your friends, feeling a bit tired and realizing that you’d rather be at home helping out your poor, sweet, horny boyfriend.

The same boyfriend who you now found half naked on your bed, face screwed up in pleasure, eyes closed tight, fucking into your poor pillow like there was no tommorrow while he grunted and whined so pathetically it had heat pooling in you core almost immediately.

“Now just what do you think you’re doing. Baby?” You asked smoothly, the sudden sound of your voice making him jump in surprise, falling over himself as he halted his movements.

“Y-y/n!’ He stammered out, trying to cover himself in embarrassment. “I-I thought-, you said-”

“I know what I said” You shushed him, your smooth, low tone making a shiver go up his spine, sensing what’s to come. “You really couldn’t wait for me?”

You came over to sit on your side of the bed, eyeing him almost hungrily.

“Don’t stop now, baby.” You told him as you leaned back against the headboard, crossing your arms, not missing the way his cock twitched and leaked when he noticed your eyes on him.

He stared at you for a long moment, not sure if you were serious or not, before slowly beginning to rock his hips again, watching your face as he began to work himself back up, not holding back his sounds as he chased after his ruined orgasm, rutting against the material of your pillow with growing desperation.

You could tell he was getting close, watching the way his eyes fall shut and his voice hitched higher, losing himself in the pleasure.

Right as he could feel himself teetering on the edge, about to cum, he felt your hands on his hips, forcing him to stop 

“Wha-? Why?!?” He whined, yelping in surprise when you pinched his sensitive sides.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you get away that easily, did you?” You purred dangerously in his ear, making his heart leap.

You pushed him back on the bed, pushing his legs apart so you could sit comfortably between them, running your hands up his thighs teasingly.

“If you wanna cum, it’s gonna be on my terms.” You said, taking his leaking red cock in your hand, squeezing him tightly to earn another sharp whine from Yoongi before beginning to pump him, setting a harsh and merciless pace.

He let out an almost pained whine, hips twitching and bucking under your ministrations, but you paid him no mind, pushing him towards release at an unforgiving pace.

“Fuck, Y/n, I- ahh!” He came with a sharp cry of your name, body twitching and going stiff from the intensity of it.

You let him come down, sucking a deep breath as he tried to get his bearings, only to tighten your grip again, stroking his twitching, oversensitive length, making him jolt and curse.

“Fffuck Y/n, don’t, please!” He begged, hands scrambling to grip at your wrist to stop your movements.

You paused, looking up at him with mild concern.

“Safeword?” You asked cautiously, wanting to be clear on what he was feeling.

He hesitated for a moment, panting heavily before shaking his head, not wanting you to stop even in spite of his words.

Giving him no time to breathe, you resumed your previous actions, jerking him harshly as he twitched and whined beneath you.

He came almost alarmingly fast the second time, letting out a choked sob before falling limply against the sheets, breathing in harsh pants.

You wiped your hand off on his discarded shorts, watching the way he shuddered and gasped as he slowly came down, before crawling up the bed to lay next to him, pulling the covers up over the two of you as you drew him close, kissing his face and running your hands over his back and shoulders softly to help soothe him, speaking to him in a gentle tone as he recovered.

“There we are.” You cooed softly as he opened his eyes, running your fingers through his hair. “You did so well, my sweet boy.”

“Hmm…” He hummed, leaning into your touch weakly.

“Are you okay, love?” You asked softly.

“Mhm, ‘m great.” He said tiredly, letting his eyes drift back closed. “ ‘m sorry I couldn’t wait for you…”

“Shh, it’s okay.” You kissed his lips to quiet him. “Honestly, I like when you’re needy for me.”

“Mmh.” He nodded in agreement.

“Though the pillow was a new addition.” You commented, smirking down at him.

“Mmm, shuttup.” He groaned, hiding his face against you.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, my needy greedy boy.” You couldn’t help but tease him just a little, kissing his forehead. “Although, I can’t help but notice that you got to come twice, and I haven’t got to come at all.”

He blinked up at you, a sleepy smirk spreading across his face.

“Oh, I can fix that.” He said gruffly, eyes twinkling with mischief before he ducked his head under the covers.

It was gonna be a long night…

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[cripplecharacters]

Hi, I hope you're having a good day! I have a schizophrenic OC and have some questions about psychosis:

What are moments of clarity in the middle of an episode like, as in realizing a delusion isn't true? Can a moment of clarity fully take you out of an episode on its own, or would you just spiral again without intervention?

If you get closer to where a hallucination is "coming from" in physical space, does the sound get closer?

What would it be like if you tried to physically interact with a visual hallucination? -Anon 🐝

Anon 🐝 here again with more questions about psychosis: How common is it to hallucinate (visually or auditorily) people you know in real life? Can you have consistently positive experiences with a recurring hallucination? Thanks so much for everything you do!

Hey!

I have psychosis but not schizophrenia, so please keep this in mind. I'll also say that psychotic symptoms and experiences are extremely individualized, and these answers are based on my own experience, they're by no means universal.

Can a moment of clarity fully take you out of an episode on its own, or would you just spiral again without intervention?

This will depend on a few factors, I think. If someone is in general aware that they have a psychosis spectrum disorder, go into a psychotic episode, and realize "oh I'm Actively Having a Psychotic Episode" then that might take them right out of it, or do so gradually, or at least help them stop freaking out. If someone has the insight of knowing what is happening to them, there's a higher chance they will go back to "normal" faster.

On the other hand, if someone is unaware that they are in psychosis, or what is going on, there's a higher chance they will go back to it. But there are no hard rules - someone who is normally extremely self-aware of their psychotic episodes might spiral into it over and over if they're under more stress than usual, for example.

Another thing is whether the hallucination/delusion is "bizarre" (fantastical, literally couldn't happen, not understandable even in the person's religious/cultural context) or "non-bizarre" (possible, even if highly unusual/improbable). If someone is aware they could be in psychosis, it's much easier to clock something as fake if it's of the bizarre variety (since having an alien in your bedroom is weirder and raises more questions than someone knocking at your doors a lot). That can provide that moment of clarity if you have enough self awareness to go "but aliens aren't real, I must be in psychosis" - though it's not a guarantee by any means ("what if I'm the first person to discover aliens?" -> starts spiraling all over again).

The same above goes for "simple"/"complex" visual hallucinations - if you realize that the "person" is actually just a vaguely person-shaped blob of color, it could just take you out of it, since well, that's not very convincing after you notice that.

There are also ways to "solidify" that clarity. A really common trick I know is to take a photo of the hallucination; if it's not here then you know it's not there either. Some people also take off their glasses and check if there's a mismatch in how the hallucination should look like if it was real vs if it's made up by the brain (if it suddenly looks like an interactive object in a 2000s video game or looks weirdly HD, it's probably a hallucination), though this one never worked for me personally.

What would it be like if you tried to physically interact with a visual hallucination?

I only ever tried to do this while I was fully unaware that I was in a psychotic episode, so keep that in mind.

Looking at it now, I didn't "feel the hallucination" at all. I was hallucinating thing A, and touching real existing thing B (that I thought A was on/under), and I felt exactly what I would if it was just the real physical object B. But because I was hallucinating, I didn't pay attention to that fact, and it certainly didn't "take me out of the hallucination" that the hallucination didn't feel how it should. It obviously depends on the person, but if someone is trying to touch the hallucination and expecting it to feel like the thing, they probably won't notice even if it doesn't feel like it at all. You could be hallucinating a dog and be touching a chair, and it wouldn't feel out of the ordinary.

As for the hallucination touching the person - again, can only speak for myself - tactile hallucinations can be extremely real. Mine felt 100% how they would (if they could logically happen, since mine were of the "bizarre" variety), even looking back at it now.

If you get closer to where a hallucination is "coming from" in physical space, does the sound get closer?

A lot of the points from the answer above will be true for this one too. If someone is completely "in" that hallucination, they might not notice/care even if the sound doesn't get any closer despite them getting closer. But yes, some people can have very realistic hallucinations and be able to tell exactly where its sounds are coming from according to them. If it's a static hallucination that e.g. only shows up in a specific area, they might avoid going anywhere near there.

Also: not all hallucinations that should logically produce sounds actually do. Another thing that the brain might ignore and not question for some people, and take someone else out of the hallucination entirely.

How common is it to hallucinate (visually or auditorily) people you know in real life?

I think media makes it seem way more common than it actually is, but it does happen. This could also be affected by the person's life events, e.g. if a psychotic person has recently experienced something major regarding a certain person, there's a higher chance they could be hallucinating them - because it's Recent and Traumatic. Some people will be hallucinating people they know 24/7 nonstop, others will literally never have it, and a big portion will have a few of those throughout their life.

It is also fairly common to hallucinate recently lost loved ones after their death for people who aren't (long-term) psychotic as well. It's basically a trauma response to high stress, and can happen to anyone.

I'll say, you can hallucinate all sorts of real people: they sure could be your closest loved ones, but they could also be your classmates, your annoying coworker, the cashier at your local grocery store, a religious figure, etc.

Can you have consistently positive experiences with a recurring hallucination?

You can, though I personally never did. I'll leave this question to mods who have more experience with it, though I'll say that you can especially have a positive hallucination if it's a hallucination of something you already like (like a friend, for example).

For the end I'll also mention that there are many more types of hallucinations than just visual and auditory; olfactory (smell), tactile, sexual, somatic (e.g. pain, or feeling like you're moving when you aren't), and command ("the voices telling you to do something", it's usually categorized differently from auditory ones).

Hope this helps,

mod Sasza

Hello!

I have schizoaffective with depression and only have a few things to add because Sasza put everything so well! :)

There's a concept in psychosis you'll hear a lot called double bookkeeping. It's the idea that you both know something is delusional or part of psychosis but believe it anyways. This is something that I experience during early episodes or in the beginning that goes away as my episode gets longer. Some people do not have this at all, some people this is the only way their psychosis shows up. But a lot of how strong a hallucination or delusion is will depend on if you're truly believing it without question or double bookkeeping, or how "in" the hallucination or delusion you are, as Sasza said.

Personally, it's harder to have a "moment of insight" when I am double bookkeeping because I already know what I'm believing or doing is unrealistic or bizarre but I still keep doing it. When I am fully in the delusion, it's easier for something to pull me out (one time a very well timed text message from a friend made me start to question a very dangerous delusion) and for me to go to the double bookkeeping mindset.

As for hallucinations and where they are physically located, I've mainly had hallucinations that feel like they are anchored in place but the opposite is also possible!

I sometimes hallucinate real people, but those times have often been related to strong emotion or trauma, like mentioned. I more often see strangers.

It is possible to have a positive hallucination or delusion, or to have a hallucination that is regularly positive! I have a British voice that brought me a lot of comfort in my last serious episode. He would say very positive things compared to the other meaner voices. I actually miss him sometimes, although I am glad to no longer be hearing voices.

Last little bit I'll add is please remember schizophrenia and schizoaffective involve at least 2 of 5 components, only one of which have to be hallucinations, disorganized speech, or delusions! The others are abnormal movements/catatonia and negative symptoms (asociality, anhedonia, avolition, alogia, and (blunt) affect, the beautiful five As).

Happy writing!

Mod Bert

[et-unum]

hey ! im loving your content sm (💔) and i can't stop thinking about giving them head 😵‍💫 (specially jiho and ky)

giving head is one of my favourite things to do, anon (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) also giving ky head has been killing me lately tysm for this ask!! i only did the two mentioned, but please tell me if you'd like the other members i write for as well </33

im a big supporter of munch!jiho if you can't tell fhdjksal, to quote ashnikko's 'no brainer' - "he's a ride or die, i ride his face forever"

also huge shoutout to kambun for unintentionally putting me on the "kyrell is hung" agenda i can't stop thinking about that (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

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✦─ giving head to jiho is never a one-way street-- if he's anything he's a giver, so if you want to suck him off you better prepare to get the life sucked out of you as well. like, don't even bother getting on your knees unless you're on the bed bc there's no way you're getting through this without having him just as covered in your cum as you are in his!!!

besides that i think he's so sensitive tbh. hips jerking slightly every time you take him as far as you can, head falling back with a groan when you pull away to catch your breath- hand twisting around him with a couple strings of spit still connecting you to him?? oh he's insane. ( =ノωヽ=) i don't think it'd take long for him to cum seeing you like that, which is probably why he prefers to focus on you instead of watching.

he's also so loud. he doesn't mean to be, and you can't even tell what he's saying half the time, but he's always mumbling something between the little gasps and groans.

if you do manage to put all of the attention on jiho, he'd still be all. over. you. hands in your hair, holding your face, gripping your roots when you focus on his tip, twirling your tongue around it before sucking ever so softly bc he's so sensitive, cupping your throat when you take him all the way, not to choke you but to feel your neck expand the further down he goes. his hands would literally never leave you. he's not even guiding you, just letting you do whatever you want with him, but he has to have his hands on you. I feel like he's the biggest fan of eye contact in general day-to-day, especially when he's teasing you, but the second your mouth is on him he cannot look at you. i honestly think he'd bust as soon as you lock eyes with him, your lashes wet from the exertion and eyes so teary and sparkly??

he's gone.

✦─ kyrell's a bit of a wild card when it comes to giving him head... but i can think of maybe two situations you'd be in.

him laying on the couch, hips off the cushion just enough to give you space to work and his arms up- hands holding the back of the couch. he's so fine with letting you do whatever you want, gaze hot as he watches you kiss and lick at his length. you've got full control of him. not necessarily in a dominant way, but he's not gonna stop you from setting your own pace or teasing him as much as you'd like.

on the flip side, he'd be a bit like jiho- his hands never leaving you, but more of a guiding way. just the thought of you going completely slack with his hands in your hair, throat fully relaxed and just letting him fuck your throat until he cums is enough to get him hard in almost any situation. he'd probably never vocalize this to you unless you brought it up first- especially if you struggle to take him all the way when you do blow him, but once that conversation has been had it'll be all he can think about.

either way, kyrell's mouth never stops going; surprisingly clear compliments of how pretty you look taking him like that, how good you make him feel, and little curses when you suck just right are constantly filling your ears. he's a little fascinated that you can look so cute while doing something dirty like this, and he honestly wouldn't be able to get enough of it.

i feel like he is a little bigger/thicker than average, and he knows the power that comes with that, so he’s not gonna be aggressive or anything. he may be a little too afraid of accidentally hurting you- especially somewhere so fragile- so he’d mostly let you take it at your own speed, and if you ask him to fuck your throat he’d still be more gentle that he really wants to (・_・;)

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minors DNI

[joostabernichtklein]

hey guys, I looked at your rules and I like the fact you write for gn reader!

what about a drabble about joost and gn reader who go to a cat café? (｡♥‿♥｡)

-thx, also, could I be 🪼 anon?

Hiii, of course, you're a #🪼anon ‹𝟹

-enjoy! ≽^•⩊•^≼

Cutie paw (joost klein x gn! reader)

-enjoy₊˚⊹♡

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It was a sunny, spring morning. The air was filled with the remaining coldness of February, yet at the same time, the sweet scent of growing petals and greens.

You were sitting down at your desk, trying your best to somehow tame your hair, getting so desperate that you used half a bottle of hair spray.

Your [e/c] eyes met with the simple, yet cute outfit you picked out yesterday night. Memories of your breakdown, because in your words "you've got nothing to wear", filled your mind, making you feel quite embarrassed even if nobody's present.

After all, today marked the two week anniversary (if you could call it that) of talking to Joost, the sweetest man you've ever met. Honestly, you guys were still stuck in the talking stage, meaning your so called 'relationship' wasn't that serious. But who cares? You still wanted to dress nicely for him, even if you two would later decide to be just friends.

A loud *buzz* sound has woken you up from your deep awkward thoughts. It was normal for your friends to send your random stuff,so you weren't anxious because of that.

Though there was a chance the text message was from Joost, and you couldn't help but feel nervous- What if Joost couldn't make it today?

You sighed, rolling your eyes at your teenage like behaviour, as you grabbed your phone, reading a message from him.

[Joost•⩊•]: Be ready in 15 mins

You sighed out in relief, thankful that the date wouldn't be cancelled. Joost told you many times it's hard for him to ballance his private life and work, and some of your dates were cancelled before. Though Joost has always made sure to tell you in advance and he even bought you flowers as an apology- such a gentleman(๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝*.

The next fifteen minutes felt like hours, why did you get nervous anyway? You've seen him before, you two would just go for a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, nothing more and nothing less.

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The drive to the cat café made you feel more like yourself, you and Joost having the usual small talk, with questions like 'how was your week?' 'how did you sleep?' and 'how was work?'

It made you realize that after all, Joost was a normal person with normal hobbies. Being a prodigy in the music industry was more of a fun fact.

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The Café itself was a small building, trashed on the outside, cozy on the inside, with a few sofas and dozens of four-legged furballs, waiting to be cuddled.

You almost couldn't take it, your brain experiencing an overwhelming feeling of cute aggression, which Joost found cute.

You sat down on a sofa, which stood proudly away from the front door, away from those prying eyes of the customers, who could recognize Joost and who could share some lies about you two. Or maybe (probably) you weren't used to going out with a famous person, which made you a bit paranoid.

Once the smilling owner came to you to write down your orders, Joost ordered a macha laté with heavy cream of top (if you haven't tried that one i highly recommend it), you weren't sure at first, but you decided for [your favourite drink].

"That's a good one,' Joost pointed out while petting a small kitten that had crawled to his lap. You nodded, talking about your drink preferences while smiling. The sight was so cute after all.

Suddenly, you felt a heavy pair of paws gently clawing at your thighs, making biscuits. It was one of the older cats, or atleast looked like one. it was white, it's fur beatiful and shiny. The colour was very close to the colour of Joost¨s hair, what a coincidence.

'That cat looks like me almost, can i take a pic?" Joost asked, already holding his phone in the right position.

"Sure, why not?" you snickered, smiling at his phone camera.

"Done, you look amazing as always." The blonde teased, licking off some of the cream from his spoon, before bringing it to your lips.

"Come on, try it. It's delicious." You couldn't help but blush lightly, taking the spoon into your mouth. The cream was homemade- you could tell by it's more bland than sweet flavour.

Your head nodded in agreement, before you took another lick. Though you felt bad for eating Joost's heavy cream, but he assured you, saying he's happy that you like it that much.

For another hour and half you two sat on the comfy sofa, enjoying each other's company. While the blonde kept talking to you and petting the cats, you were mostly listening, trying your best to remember his beatiful features like a poem.

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When it came to paying for the laté and [your drink], Joost surprised you with a gentle gesture- he payed for your drink! Now, you could 100% say he's a gentleman.

"You didn't have to, I don't want you to think I only care about your money or somethin-" Joost's hand, which he placed on your shoulder was the thing that made you shut up.

"It's polite for me to pay, [your name], don't think too much about it." He explained in a calm voice, giving the owner the cash with a tip.

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If Joost wouldn't have picked you up in his car, you're sure you two would walk home, since the weather got even better. Not too cold, but also not too warm, ideal for wearing a hoodie.

And then it struck you- a warm feeling pooling in your belly as you looked at Joost, whose hand held yours gently.

"Is this okay?" He asked, waiting for your reply, since he didn't wantr to make you uncomfortable.

You could only nod weakly, your palm already sweating up, but not that much for him to notice.

'For fucksake, [your name] get yourself together!' you said in your head, trying your best to act like nothing's wrong, like you aren't reacting as a teenager would.

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The car ride to your flat was quiet for once, you focusing too much on Joost's hand in yours. It made you feel a bit dizzy, but not in the wrong sence!

"You got quiet," the blonde said all of a sudden, before looking at you,"did you like the date?"

You sighed once again, before adding carefully,"Yeah, i did enjoy it. I'm just not used to some handsome man holding my hand."

The teasing end of the sentence made him smirk, chuckling out a response."Oh really? Not used to that, huh? Are you perchance used to being kissed by that handsome man?"

WHAT?!

Now you were definitely as red as a tomato. What was he saying..

But after all, you liked him a lot. A little kiss wouldn't hurt, right?

"Maybe I am, maybe I am not. Find out." you whispered, closing your eyes as you felt his cologne getting closer to your figure.

And then your lips connected in a sweet, short kiss. It maybe wasn't the most romantic one you've ever had, but it was still beatiful in it's own way.

This meant that there was something more between you two. That maybe, just maybe you could call Joost your boyfriend soon.

All of this ended when Joost quickly turned back, his blue eyes paying attention once more to the road before you both, it wasn't the best idea to kiss while driving.

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Joost gave you a not so friendly smile (more like i-really-like-you smile hehe) when his car parked infront of the apartment building you lived in.

"Have a nice rest of the day, I'm glad I could spend some time with you again," he said in a loving tone, as if you were the only thing that mattered in his life.

Then you said your goodbyes and you watched with a sad face as he drove off.

But one thing was sure- your friends would be hearing about this the whole next week.

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-that's all guys! I really tried my best to write something nice ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ꕤ*.ﾟ. This was actually the first ever FF I've ever written in english, yay!

-there might be some grammatical errors in this 'drabble', I'll try to correct them later, so yeah :3

[numberonetacostan]

you got any Plural Taco (II) headcanons?

idk how to sign these asks but it is the same anon who'd previously voiced my concerns about One (BFDI:TPOT)

Hi there, uh, hmm. This is a tough one. Uh, you're going to be Onesy. One for your previous ask, and the -s to make it plural for this one. Welcome back, and thank you for sending in your request!! :]

Ask and you shall receive, plural Taco headcanons! Apologies if I misrepresent anything, get something wrong, etc. Please kindly let me know and I will correct it!

I tend to think, with plural Taco, Silly Taco tends to only front in low-stress, safe situations/environments, yeah? Serious Taco handles the rest. She fronted during the finale because it was high-stress, and with the stress and danger of being outcasted and living in the woods, she stays fronting. Silly Taco is dormant for some time. She'd probably come out more after the finale, but I'd see a possibility of her peeking out when Taco's with Mepad, actually. He's a safe person for her, and he helps her talk out a lot of her issues and feel better yeah? Might be a signal to Silly Taco that it's safe to come out.

Since Silly hasn't fronted in so long, she ends up having a lot to catch up on once she starts fronting more! She adores Mic. Absolutely loves her. Not only is she one of the most friendly to Silly, but she picks her up and carries her around!! She loves to be carried!!

Speaking of Mic, she'd probably be the first person Serious Taco ends up telling about the situation. I mean, they all think it was an act rather than an alter, yeah? And since Serious Taco feels safe with Mic, she'd probably be the first (again, other than Mepad, rip king you would have loved tpot 16) to be told the truth.

Silly gives everyone heart attacks on a near-daily basis, I think. They can't find her for hours? She went to go stock up on lemons. They can't find where a mysterious noise is coming from? You better bet Silly has made her way into the walls. She's vibing, lol. Shares the same skill for sneaking around as Serious, though uses it for fun purposes.

Pickle. Yeah, that's going to be a tough one. Silly is going to be very upset and not understand why he doesn't want to be around her whatsoever. I'm not sure if they'd pick things up where they'd left off, or if it would be too much for him. Things would certainly be even more tense for him and Serious, yeah?

[andy-wm]

Didn’t they already live together in 2020/2021? I’d say that’s why they knew so well after moving out of dorms that they knew they could live together in MS? Too many shared references to things they do at home. Jimin saying the best thing these days is waking up to seeing Jungkook and the members booing. Etc etc

I don’t see why they wouldn’t do it again. Isn’t doing life with someone one of the best parts of it all?

If they did it back then too with most Army not being away, only jikookers, they could do so again as long as the lives are restricted. In fact the only reason I think Jimin went live at his house on Jungkook’s birthday and showed us around a bit then, and in the documentary, was because he wasn’t going to be staying back there full time! He might keep it though just to use, still an Investment if nothing else. It always struck me though how plain his house was, to the point even his dad said something about it, where as RMs is beautifully done, having now seen it in mmm and the documentary, Tae’s too is full of character, and Jimins was bare and kinda messy, as was Jungkook’s . Always struck me as odd. 🤔 Where was all their stuff? Their books or photos or art or decoration, or music? There was hardly anything between the two apartments. Very strange to me.

Hi Anon,

I'm probably one of the few people who isn't convinced they lived together when they left the dorm. That doesn't mean they didn't bounce between the two homes together, but their schedules are hectic and i think after living in a dorm with 6 other guys for over a decade, they'd want their own space to some extent.

We will really never know - not until JK tells us outright at some point at least!

In terms of aspirations, doing life with someone is awesome but it doesn't have to involve sharing a house. Being able to get together when you want to see each other, but being able to have time to yourself, is the best of both worlds.

If money was no object i think more lovers would opt to keep a place of their own.

Intentionally living apart might have been part of their plan. Maybe after living in the dorm for so long they moved into their own homes so they could decide if they really wanted to live together. So that they could make a concrete decision to share a home as opposed to just continuing to live together but without the other 5.

I totally agree about the apartments having few personal touches, they did both look empty (although Jimin's furniture is beautiful). Maybe it was part of the long game they have been playing, to eventually build the house and live together and they were treading water before that.

[sandsorghum]

The tumblr tagging system is a disgrace for not making me the masterpiece that is this yandere nanami fic 🤧 There's a lot of yandere potential in JJK and ofc I just love seeing my fav portrayed in a darker light. Your writing perfectly conveyed the kind of character Nanami is, he's full of restraint in a tight office suit until his desires and wants are bursting at the seams. Reading the fic felt like a movie or show script that delivered on the psychological horror of it all.

I feel like the scariest part of it all was how realistic and fitting the portrayal of his character and the situation he's forced unto darling was. He isn't too sadistic or or out of character, he isn't just doing it because he's some horny daddy dom, there's merit, explanation and attraction to the reader from his actions. You think he's alright and composed until he isn't. He infantalizes the reader, but it's subtle enough it isn't too cringy or OOC for him. I also like the portrayal of the reader. Like you can kinda get why Nanami fell for her in the first place. She has a playful energy but she's still serious and tactful enough when she's handling him in their horrible situation. She mourns her past but there's still enough chemistry between them that it causes her to slowly have Stockholm syndrome.

Some of the parts I also liked was the mention of mads mikkelsen alluding to Nanami's mix of Danish ancestry and these juicy lines:

- "boa constrictor snug around your waist"

- “You gotta realise there are just some things you can’t exert influence over.” Nanami’s eyes narrow. “I’m not going to give up.”

Based on the few last lines, it implied of the possibility of reader getting pregnant. How's Nanami going to deal with the aftermath of that? Especially since bringing a whole child to this arrangement is going to be tricky?

Hiya Anon! Thank you so much for your generous response and taking the time to read Mise En Place! And NICE CATCH with Mads! Apart from his appearance and ethnicity, I I was also going for a tonal tie in re: some psychological horror, manipulation and obsession that his titular character has in spades in Hannibal.

If the reader got pregnant that opens up A LOT of possibilities, depending on all the involved parties' emotional states. I think this reader could see a future involving starting a family with Nanami back when things were good between them but as with so much else in her current circumstances, motherhood would be less something she's entering into with complete agency, and more a complicated situation to adapt to. I'll roughly outline what I think they'd have to contend with below

TW: Discussions about abortion/possible domestic abuse

Scenario A: They Don't Keep The Child

Nanami would very much want to be a father, but I don't think he's enough of a villain here to override her bodily autonomy, if reader determines she doesn't want to have the child. In the case of a clear and outright rejection that probably means scheduling an abortion. For the first time in a long while he'd have to reckon with what prioritising the reader's emotional+mental (and not just physical) well-being over his own desires means; and he'll either have to face up to the horror of what he's done to her or he will turn away from it.

On the reader's end, Nanami ultimately giving her this choice, may make her think there's room for redemption and earning back a measure of freedom for herself, maybe a kind of self-delusion or complacency about how total the control Nanami exerts over her is, clinging to this one exception he's made for her and not seeing the long-term patterns he's trapped her in.

Also, even if Nanami was a good, non-Yandere partner, this type of situation can still be a harrowing or emotional ordeal which will make her feel more attached to Nanami; and even if she doesn't feel guilty about giving up the child per se, there is no one else who can mourn the loss alongside her in quite the same way and they will seek solace in each other - so to her detriment, I think the bonds between her and Nanami will only get more entrenched.

Both of them probably realise to different degrees how toxic their codependency is, but neither of them would be able to summon the clarity or courage to give up such a twisted "Love". At least, it's far less likely to come from Nanami.

Scenario B: They Keep The Child

If the Reader is undecided about parenthood, Nanami would of course do everything in his power to influence and align their desires, a child would be one more way to tether the reader to him, to exert his control. He might not think of it this way consciously at the start, I think he'd be more caught up in a kind of well-intentioned cautious optimism, but this is reality dictated by their present power dynamic.

Reader on the other hand I think would be wary/weary of conceiving this kid as a bargaining chip, and would feel immensely guilty of thinking about her kid as collateral - but she has to be practical too.

For some folks, preserving life is more of a priority than the actual quality of life, eg the kind of circumstances a kid is born into. A lot of these moral assessments are influenced by culture, upbringing, personal beliefs etc.

I think being susceptible to and given a very real stake in this debate on such existential terms would make Reader empathise with Nanami, especially if she's in the former camp, she'd also have to struggle with her own hypocrisy. There are parallels to Nanami's justifications of how he's making his value judgments about her life, and their representational worth in his. Having endured what she has, how can she subject another person to an existence of captivity? But it's a conflict she has to live with if she won't give up the principle of life being inherently sacred above all else.

So let's say ultimately she decides to have the child. Depending on how far gone she is with the Stockholm's Syndrome, she may choose to make the best of her circumstances, be resigned to her fate being permanently entwined with Nanami's forever. Marriage and all that, a lifetime of fragile delusions.

I think he'd strive to be a decent co-parent in spite of all this, and how awful he was as a partner. She could of course also hold over Nanami the true nature of her relationship with him, threatening to reveal it to their child at a certain age - but this would also hurt her kid and ruin the family forever, so it's not something easily exposed and isn't that much of a trump card, more of a nuclear option.

Alternatively maybe Reader goes with the less passive route, tries to claw back some kind of autonomy from Nanami, even if she isn't going to attempt an outright escape. Maybe she drops a lot of the pretenses, tells him how she really feels, that it's a Love-Hate situation and it's the latter more often than not. Nanami probably reacts badly and tries to keep an even tighter leash on her but even he eventually realises he can't force her to love him back. Cue a lot of grovelling. But this doesn't mean anything if he doesn't change his ways, or let her go.

If he does, he'd be right to assume he's lost her forever and he would end up in a heavy, depressive spiral; a whirlpool the reader may not be strong enough to avoid being sucked into. She still cares for Nanami deeply, and he's the father of her child after all so she'd be immensely conflicted and tempted to return to his side to support him or stop him from doing anything reckless. I'm not sure how they would navigate a healthy dynamic from there, but a period of separation would definitely be necessary. Nanami would have to demonstrate his contrition and control by maintaining those boundaries and gradually earning back her trust - but even that might not be enough. It's plausible that she never wants to be romantically involved with him ever again. Maybe he just becomes some guy who sends the checks. Or maybe they go to counseling and therapy and try to figure things out. Redemption, forgiveness and healing is not entirely impossible, but it will be a long, laborious road for them both.

The most dramatic but in some ways, also reasonable, alternative is she makes a clean break from Nanami. Logistically it's not feasible for Nanami to keep her under lock and key 24/7, so maybe at some medical appointment she figures out a way to signal for help and gets rescued. She'd probably get a restraining order against Nanami or better yet, move out of Tokyo, surviving albeit with profound emotional scars.

I'm afraid they're all rather bleak scenarios and unfortunately this is still the reality for a lot of women or people in unequal partnerships, combined with certain societal expectations. The oppression and control manifests in a variety of ways, some even more extreme than the sort portrayed here. But I hope the more grounded approach I took with this story serves as a sombre reminder of why that oppression must be resisted, and how to look out for others in similar situations. Thanks for reading.

[egophiliac]

I have a question about the jp server pickups, since I really want knight Sebek, but I’m trying to save gems for bloom malleus + the 3rd tsum event that’s gonna show up sooner or later. Iirc, after knight Sebek, the next story update’s pickup had all of the previous story cards (ie cerberus Ortho, general Lilia, and knight Sebek). Is this true, and if it is, did it include a token system like the dorm pickups where you can just do 100 pulls and then buy the specific card you want directly? Because if that is how it works, then I can wait until then and be sure I won’t have to go to 200 for him.

we did indeed get a second chance at those three when 7-7 came out! I'm pretty sure there was not a token system -- though admittedly I don't 100% remember, sorry! 🙇 I took a quick search through some past posts/videos from people who tend to include the gacha and news stuff, but I didn't see any mention of it, so I'm inclined to think there really wasn't one. :( they were all separate pickups with their own pull counts rather than a combined one, if that info helps at all.

speaking as a strict f2p who hoards keys/gems like the lovechild of a dragon and a magpie, given the choice between saving for a story card and a birthday card, I'd go for story -- it does require a lot of patience, but there are way more opportunities to get past birthday cards, both from the anniversary events and the rerun pickups! tsums is a bit harder to say anything on because Eng doesn't follow the same event schedule, but it's a longish event and those pickups let you have a free 10-roll, so I think they're also a bit easier to save up for.

(ALSO speaking of free rolls, starting with the fifth round of birthdays -- the kutsurogi my room ones -- the birthday boy/union jacket/bloom cards have had a separate pickup that you can get two free 10-pulls at by doing missions! I got a bloom Jade from it a couple weeks ago. :D meanwhile general Lilia is the only story card I've ever managed to pull, so...I'm probably kinda biased. whoops.)

[peaches2217]

WOOOOOOOOOO

I GOT A HATEFUL MESSAGE ON ANON AND I IMMEDIATELY DELETED IT WITHOUT GIVING THEM THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT

I am FLOURISHING!

[supercantaloupe]

wish i could give you a hug about your migraines and medication struggles. you deserve to be cared about accommodated

thank you <3 to be clear so far i haven't encountered anyone who's been uncaring or unaccommodating about it. i'm mostly just frustrated at...not necessarily myself, i guess, but at the mere fact of experiencing new existential challenges in my daily life. it's hard and scary to admit that i'm struggling, it's hard to ask for help, and it's hard to do so with the knowledge that most people have very little real way to help other than going "that's rough, buddy"

[velvetwyrme]

Welcome back! I love transformers! Which continuity are you interested in? Any favorite characters in particular? Do you have any oc’s? (No pressure if you don’t I’m just curious) <3

Thank you, it's good to be back abfjdbdk! and HECK YEAH TRANSFORMERS 🤝!!!

Thank you for providing me with the opportunity to Talk About Transformers, I will take it graciously and with extreme amounts of vigour and rambling!

Under the cut because of the aforementioned vigour and rambling.

To answer your first question: I'm largely into the IDW (2005) comics, Animated, and Aligned (TFP) continuities! I've also started watching the original G1 cartoon and Cyberverse which has been really fun!! (I'm absorbing so much information. I'm also idly keeping up with the new Skybound comics, which have me yelling screaming crying etc.)

As for characters... I would say I have no favourite/s except I do also own 1 (one) Transformer and well. for something that basically turns into a brick, he gives me immense amounts of joy.

But yes, other than Soundwave, (who has charmed me in every continuity I've seen so far!!) it's a constantly rotating roster because there are SO many characters to think about (which differ from continuity to continuity!!) and I am having the time of my LIIIIFE!!!

It's so funny going from UT/UTMV to TF because UT fans have a lot of focus on Versions of Literally The Same Two Guys, whereas TF has an overabundance of options to pick and choose from (I love both!!! I just think it's very funny in comparison whfjfbek)

Anyway, I am a big fan of a lot of characters from IDW and particularly MTMTE because they're all a bunch of little FREAKS and I love them. But! If I had to pick a few from there, I'm particularly fond of (in no particular order) Drift, Whirl, First Aid, Ratchet, Swerve, Brainstorm, ALSO NAUTICA I love her dearly!!!!

I'm also a Tarn girlie at heart u_u I am not immune to "big bad dude with a mask and a sexy voice just so many problems". Also I have a special place in my heart for Spinister and Pipes rhfjfbejfbk (I love the Scavengers [similarly, a bunch of little freaks] and Pipes makes me SO SAD. WAIT- ANOTHER CHARACTER THAT MAKES ME VERY SAD: IDW SUNSTREAKER. (He was my first taste of the Horrors of the IDW comics and that STUCK with me)

Similarly, I think the Constructicons (+Prowl in IDW) and Combaticons have SUCH fascinating dynamics hjsjkhksjdfh,, combiners got me going crazy... I NEED to find out more about the other combiner teams. It's a fascinating concept.

As for other continuities... Animated has me sick over Blurr, Shockwave and Swindle, and... well, Optimus has intensely kissable lips in this series. Why did they make him like that. I'm also very fond of TFA!Starscream- he was my favorite back when I watched the series as a kid and it was very fun seeing him with fresh eyes LMAO

Fun fact: TFP was a large part of what got me to actually sit down and check out Transformers but... I actually still haven't watched the series itself (つω⊂* ) I just saw TFP!Soundwave and went "OH okay, I love him and need to find out more" which quickly expanded into me going on a deep dive into Transformers, and resurfacing about a month later having read all the IDW 2005 comics and about an equal amount of fanfic for various continuities whfjgbjrbfk,, BUT even though I haven't watched it yet- TFP already has me hooked on Knockout, Ratchet (and Soundwave ofc LMAO)

And the last answer; unfortunately I don't have any TF OCs (ᴗ_ ᴗ。)........

.........YET.

I have many Thoughts but haven't put together any designs because I want to get better at drawin mechs before I jump into making my own! Hopefully that way I have a better idea of how to put em together LMAO. That being said, I Am in fact plagued with ideas!! Like!!! I'd loooove to take a crack at trying to put together a sailplane/glider OC!

(LOOK AT THEM STUPID LONG WINGS...)

Or!! A pair of mechs, one whos an imaging satellite and the other a telescope! (Real starcrossed lovers type deal... both meant to only watch from afar, both longing to be in the other's place/by their side)

I also have a tradition of making sonas that have wings but can't fly, so I kinda want to make a TF sona with a similar concept- either just with good ol doorwings, or maybe a flier with a messed up gyro which causes problems staying upright in the air 🤔

Anyway!!! This is really long again! Oops but not oops because we all knew this would happen. Thank you again for the ask!! (and the excuse to yell about Transformers shfngbekbgm) Now I will return to my daily schedule of listening to. eurobeat and the Transformers Devastation soundtrack. Bye

[lover-of-mine]

Different timeline anon, but I agree with the writers generally losing track or attention to detail on dates and timeframes. I also agree with the Eddie and Buck age gap discrepancy. Honestly what I suspect happened there is someone noted "Shannon was 30," and whoever had to make or give direction on the headstone didn't math correctly and forgot to subtract the 30 from 2019 instead of 2023 lol.

Imma be honest with you, I never understood the insistence that Eddie was a solid 5 years older than Buck, I remember starting to read fanfiction and everyone going with 5 years specifically and all the old man jokes and going "wait did I miss something?" because I always saw Eddie as someone who got his highschool girlfriend pregnant, so given Chris' age, he couldn't be that much older, at least in my head, even more with the way we know Eddie enlisted because Shannon got pregnant and he also talks about enlisting to avoid college applications, and while I have no idea how the us enlisting system works or college applications for that matter, I always saw that happening before he was 20 in a very vague sense, so I put Buck at 26 in under pressure and Eddie maybe at 28, if I'm pushing to the edge there. But I do agree they didn't think about the implications of Shannon's birthday on Eddie's. I don't think they thought that we would actually read that tombstone and start questioning Eddie's age. Or maybe they narratively need Eddie to be seen as younger than he has been and it's gonna come into play later. But I don't know.

[rosicheeks]

i have been following you for a couple of years now, mostly silently. you are so beautiful, inside and out! the few times i have seen your face uncensored have made me swooon! the even fewer times i have heard you sing, my heart overfilled with such joy!

your honesty about your struggles and how you keep going are simply inspiring. thank you for sharing.

i am manifesting love and joy for you! 💕

[goldensunset]

did you get the surf team yet in bw?? if you go back to your hometown area there’s a river area you can swim through that’s leads to a secret area. you can also find an npc there who you give you a rare egg of a pokemon you can only catch once. have fun!

i’m assuming you meant to say surf hm? i only have one hm so far i think which is kinda surprising. do i actually get surf soon? i only just reached castelia city