#playing therapist for clients is so much fun

[barulf]

wrote 456 (lol) words today in mostly text form for my novel but also a small poem for a project with a friend, which made me hit my stretch goal as well

so let's see how far i can take this until the end of november

tbh work was so bad today that i stared at a wall for like some time and also wandered around aimlessly in my house but at least i got some words in before i checked out mentally

[littlebatgames]

Cowboys + Vampires = yes please

When I first started writing Vampire Therapist, this guy was the player character.

Andromachos is 3000 years old. He's experienced, strong, and intimidatingly good looking. When I started putting him in front of the game's therapy clients, I found that Andromachos was so wise, he sucked all the humor out of the room. Beyond that, I think his clients were a little afraid of disappointing him.

I recast him in the role of mentor, and as an experiment, I recast the therapist as a cowboy, doing a silly voice in my studio. But it stuck. It turns out that a cowboy was just what the Vampire Therapist story needed. Cowboys are more attuned to the earth -- they "touch grass." They're more folksy, much easier to approach than a character like Andromachos. I also needed a character that would learn along with the player, which is how I came up with Sam Walls.

Here are some of our earlier renderings of Sam. Since he's *been through it*, we wanted to show some world weariness and humanity.

He looks great! He's a very handsome fella, crushworthy in his own right. But the core of Vampire Therapist is in compassion and humor, so we needed to lighten up Sam some. If you've played the game, you know he's a pretty lighthearted fella!

These are some of @nomnomroko's first renderings of Sam. You can see her style coming through here, retaining Sam's humanity but with the harder line style that we use on Vampire Therapist to make characters extra characterful and expressive. We decided on a mix of C and D, and got to work on some of the first pose renderings.

You can see the benefits of the Vampire Therapist style coming through already in the highly expressive faces we needed to depict a truly compassionate therapist! Also, @nomnomroko's extraordinary hands.

Costume choices. This was feeling a little formal, and we thought we could play to our strengths even more by showing a bit more skin. After more tweaks and shading, we had our man.

It's incredibly gratifying to see players resonating with Sam's sweetness, patience, and compassion, and his character design really helps reinforce those characteristics. The most common word we get associated with him is "adorable," and although that might make him feel awkward, I guess one can't argue with reality.

Check out our Steam page to learn more about Vampire Therapist! We've made something fun and heartwarming and I'd love for you to wishlist it. If we do well, I've got some crazy ideas and characters planned for the sequel!

[kosije]

hi there! if it is possible could you do a piece where the reader (fem) and iwa/akaashi go to a park to walk the reader's dog, where two kids approach the reader while they are sitting on a bench and ask her to play with them. iwa/akaashi has been planning to propose to the reader for a while and on the way back he asks them their opinion on children and the reader replies with something that convinces them that they are the one.

thank you in advance!

��( ㅤ҉ 🌳 ) puppy love

a/n ★ ׂ first post of 2024! thank you so much anon :) this was fun to write. i tried to see who i wanted to write for more, but i couldn’t! so today i present you a two course meal (^з^) scroll down to read akaashi’s part, but yk i had to put my fav first _(:3 」∠)_

— main masterlist | haikyuu masterlist

c/w ★ ׂ akaashi x fem!reader / iwaizumi x fem,reader, reader has a dog, reader is a physical therapist, reader likes kids, mentions of marriage/proposal, fluff, akaashi’s part does have a make out session (but i did try to make it tasteful)

🌱 choose your character!

player 1 — iwaizumi

you're painted in a golden glow. a star walking beside him as you talk about everything that had happened at work. today was a good day, you say. your patient has had a breakthrough and can now walk without support. her muscle movement is almost fluid and her mood has brightened up tremendously ever since.

your dog seems just as happy as you are. it practically prancing between you and Iwaizumi.

"how was work today? you got off pretty early," you coo, nudging him with your shoulder.

"oh, yeah—" he coughs, suddenly interested in the strap of the bag full of your snacks and dog stuff. "yeah, one of my clients was a no-show so i just closed my availability after i finished."

his stomach does flips, he hates lying. he hates keeping secrets from you, but he can't tell you he's been out looking for engagement rings all day. he hasn't even stepped foot in his gym; he has been planning with his clients to skip today all month.

in reality, while you have been at the hospital, he has been around every jeweler in the area, trying to find the perfect ring for you. he knows what you like. he knows your ring size, your favorite stone, and your favorite metal.

but none of them seemed like the one.

he had come across this hole-in-the-wall shop on his way back. not the cleanest, but not sketchy, but he had no time to look. he had just bookmarked it and drove home.

"that's nice. i'm happy we could do this, we rarely go out on weekdays."

"yeah? been missing me hunny?" he pouts, eyes closed, making mwah noises to you.

you scoff, but mush his face between your hands and plant a big kiss on his lips and he can taste fruit on your lips.

"so so sososososososo much, haji." and you kiss him again on the cheek, then the other, then one last peck on his lips, and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face.

you two walk for a little longer this time with his thump under the waistband of your pants until you reach the benches by the climbing frame.

"wanna rest up?"

you nod to him and plop down together, sighing. you tie the leash to the bench arm, and iwa digs through the bag for the dog bowl and water.

you two cuddle up together. your hands play with the fabric of his shorts, and his arm is stroking your side as you watch children play, people work out with their dogs, and birds fly from tree to tree.

it's peaceful. and it's natural. and he's nervous.

a couple of laughs break him out of his trance, and when he's focused again he sees two kids, a boy and a girl, nervously asking you to play with them.

"we wanna play hide and go seek, but we both wanna hide. and- and- and- my grandma said that we should ask someone to seek for us s-so we don't argue," the girl says, twisting her foot into the dirt as her brother silently plays with your dog.

"yeah?" you look to iwaizumi, and he nods, not in any objection. "where should i count?

ㅤ ㅤ҉ 🌳

you play with the kids for about fifteen minutes. running around — tag, hide and go seek, fetch with your dog, and racing with them. he watches you from the bench, laughing with the kids, and something of a flame ignites within him. his heart squeezes and his face warms more and more just at the sight of you. you're so carefree and happy. the kids are giggling and smiling ear to ear as you pretend to run as fast as you can, only to get tagged back and go back to chasing them. your dog is sitting between his legs as he adds ice cubes to his bowl for him to chew on, and he thinks he's never been happier.

it feels as natural as breathing, seeing you with the kids, and he doesn't even try to stop himself or the drumming of butterflies in his chest, daydreaming of you two at the park with kids of your own. you running around with them and playing. him setting the table for you all. him reading them bedtime stories as you kiss their foreheads and tuck them in, leading him back to your guy's room, hand in hand, with a pretty rock on your ring finger.

he watches as the kids light up at the sight of the older woman walking toward you and smiling brightly. it's no trouble, i had fun, he hears you say. she thanks you again and the kids wave bye to you and him before you walk back to the bench. your face is a little flushed and your baby hairs are sticking to your forehead messily.

"tired?"

"not..really..." you huff with your hands on your hips and head facing the sky.

"i can see why their grandma needed a break. It took you 15 minutes to get sweaty," he laughs, a large hand rubbing your hip.

"good thing when that happens with ours, i'll have you with me," you laugh, plopping down on the bench next to him. he's silent for a little while, can tell that you've noticed it when you turn your head to him.

"baby, you're all flushed." you touch his face to examine it, and he grabs it, bringing your palm to his lip.

"it is a good thing that we'll have each other, isn't it," he mumbles, and there's a boyish smile glued to his face.

you give him a funny look and kiss him softly, and he remembers to check that hole-in-the-wall spot tomorrow

"2 kids max though."

"there are only two of us," he agrees.

player 2 — akaashi

he likes how you look when it's cold. likes how you look bundled up and cozy, how you always rub up against his side. you're always so warm, it feels too good, you always say. how could he ever complain though? he may not say much, but he loves it when you're holding him, touching him somewhere innocuous, like you have to have some sort of physical connection with him at all times. call him clingy, but he'll just tell you he's in love.

your dog seems just as calm as you are, walking close between you and Akaashi.

"how was it with your client today?" you ask, playing with the hem of his cuff.

"unremarkable, feels as if it never even happened," he says and mentally slaps himself for being so literal. you're none the wiser to his lie. or the fact he's been looking for engagement rings all day. how many flower shops he's passed looking for your favorites. how many venues he's bookmarked. so instead, he's asking you how it went with your patient.

"pretty good," you say, smiling into your scarf. it belongs to him, but he the way it looks on you more. "making some real breakthroughs. she'll be running in no time."

"that's good, 'm proud of you both. this means you'll be spending more time at home?"

"just a little. she asks if we do more intensive workouts now—push her to her limits. feels like the home stretch, though."

"can't wait till the discharge, we should celebrate over dinner."

"my favorite?"

he laughs at the way your puppy dog eyes peer up at him. "of course."

and you do a little happy dance, bend down to tell your dog the great, and he's happy. his heart is hung heavy in his chest for you, but it feels as light as a cloud. and despite the sting in his cheeks, he can't stop smiling.

you guys reach a bench by a pond and sit together. you let your dog play in the grass in front of you two as he pulls a book from his satchel and wipes his glasses before putting them back on his face.

"will you read to me?"

and of course, he says yes, because it makes him so happy to entertain you. you compliment his voice, tell him it makes you calm whenever he speaks, tell him it makes reading feel more intimate, hypnotizing almost. god, if only you knew half the things you do to him.

"excuse me," he stops for a second, and you both turn to see a little boy and girl standing in front of you.

he tells them hello, and the boy asks him to read to them too.

"our- we like books a lot. and we can be very quiet," he whispers that last part. "my grandma says it's okay, she's right- right there." he follows the kid's finger to an older woman, quietly sitting by another bench close by, glancing between the kids and the two of you.

he points to himself, and the two kids with a tilt of his head and she nods, hands settling into her lap.

"can i pet your dog?" the girl asks, and you gush.

"of course, sweetheart!"

"can i sit next to you?" the boy asks him, and he nods, holding the book out away from his body, picking the boy with his free hand and letting him settle against the side of his body and reads.

ㅤ ㅤ҉ 🌳

he gets about a chapter deep before the kids fall asleep. the little girl had been settled in your arms just a moment after the boy had asked, as he read.

"your voice is like a lullaby," you muse, nudging his foot with your own.

"or maybe this book is just that boring."

"note even," you whisper through a smile. "you're just a natural."

the kids stir awake moments later, now with their grandma by their sides. she thanks the two of you, tells you how time is catching up with her and she can't do as much for them as she used to.

"it's no problem, ma'am. i can tell that you do so much already."

she thanks you again, cupping your hands as the two kids position themselves next to her, grabbing onto her skirt.

"and might i add, it is so nice seeing a couple so good with kids. tell me, do you have some of your own?"

"no," you laugh, placing your head on his shoulder. "not yet."

and when you wink at the woman, she laughs, putting her fingers up to her lips. "not for long either, i can tell."

and you both giggle at one another as he sits there flushed. not yet. it repeats in his head even as he trails you back to your car. his face is burning. he's not so immature as to be flustered by the thought have having a child with you. but he can't stop the feeling he gets when you say things like that.

not yet.

"earth to keji?"

he jumps slightly, hand sweeping up to cover his mouth.

you look worried. your lips are in a pretty pout and your hand is on his chest. "what's wrong?"

he says nothing, doesn't dare to use his words, and so he kisses you. and it's somewhat feverish and terribly lovesick. his hands are warm on your face, and his glasses are fogging up, but he doesn't care. he is fighting for air in between your moans and he'd be perfectly content with passing out as long as your lips are on his. as long as you are his.

eventually, you guys have to pull back. your lips are plumper and he's sure his area deep shade of pink.

and keji doesn't care about the venue, or date, or anything else, because as long as he can tell you "i do," he knows he'll be the luckiest man on earth.

"i have a different idea as a celebration for when your time with your patient has concluded," he says.

you pout. "so no dinner?" so damn cute.

he kisses your lips one last time before starting the car.

"you'll still get that dinner, hun."

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[ebonysplendor]

Screen Shrink (#1?): Milo Change

**This was written for funsies, strictly for funsies, and only for funsies. This is not meant to be taken seriously or as fact**

Okay, so...changing gears a little bit here from my typical game schpiels, but it's like, we've been hanging out together for a few months now, yeah? Yeah, so it only makes sense that I can share some of these little weird quips of mine.

So, fun fact, I am a mental health therapist~! So that means that I make money by listening to people vent to me about their problems, concerns, traumas, and all of that and helping them work through it. Another thing that I do for money is diagnose them. Kinda cool, huh?

Now, the reason why I shared that with you is because, I involuntarily start diagnosing characters when I watch TV and movies, or read a story or news article, or play video games...or visual novels lol. Anyways, the sole reason of this post being created was because I've been plagued with these thoughts for a while, and no one I know IRL either play or will admit that they play visual novels, so I have no one to share these specific thoughts with.

I may or may not make this a thing on my blog but meh. I just have to get this one in particular out. All of that being said...tell me that (OG) Milo Change doesn't meet the criteria for Adjustment Disorder with Mixed Anxiety and Depressed Mood.

Please let me explain, because this has been burning me for months.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! Okay, so listen... Actually, let me preface this first.

People are very unique and very odd, and because of that, people don't always fit cleanly into a diagnosis. Why did I mention that? Because, sometimes, based on what a client is describing, it can fit the criteria of a certain condition but not meet the exact requirements. It's like when doctors diagnose an illness; you don't have the exact 3 symptoms for the flu, but you have 2 of them, so they diagnose and treat it like the flu until proven otherwise, hence why they say "flu-like" symptoms versus just "the flu".

Okay, so anyways, I said that, because some of you are probably like "Nah, Milo definitely has anxiety", and you wouldn't be wrong! Milo absolutely fits the criteria for Generalized Anxiety Disorder, but remember that thing I mentioned about the "flu-like" symptoms? Therapists do the same thing. We either give a broad/general diagnosis (because we've gotta bill them under something, even if it's just very mild depression, so we can keep seeing them) or we give an extremely specific one; Milo's is -- or appears to be, because again, people are unique and odd, and what I see another therapist may not -- an extremely specific one, which is Adjustment Disorder with Anxiety and Depressed Mood.

In order to meet the criteria of Adjustment Disorder, you pretty much would have had to undergo a big change within the last 3 months, like a divorce, getting out of jail, having people move in, or something of the sort. Now, the "mixed anxiety and depressed mood" are what are known to be "specifiers" and those are pretty much exactly what they sound like -- they make the diagnosis more specific or explain it a bit more.

All that being said, it appears that Milo meets the criteria for Adjustment Disorder with Anxiety and Depressed Mood because:

- He had a major change in scenery from a small town to a bustling, city-based campus (adjustment) - Technically, we could include that he's getting used to being this psycho's someone's significant other...yeah, let's add that as an extra layer (adjustment) - He also has very low self-esteem and self-worth, so that very likely means he struggles with feelings of worthlessness (depression) - He be a touch starved boy (depression) - He has a pretty shitty set of "friends" that frequently mistreat him (depression), and this poor kid is probably trying to do everything in his power not to piss them off, but it's a constant guessing game (anxiety) - But he also opts to have them versus no one at all because it's hard enough putting yourself out there to meet new people to start with. Still though, it's like...damn, to be mistreated or to be lonely (depression and anxiety) - He's pretty jumpy when you speak to him, stutters a lot, (it looks like) he fidgets with his clothing, he's a nail biter, and frequently avoids eye contact (anxiety) - Not to mention that this poor baby has a general mistrust of new people being nice to him since he immediately thinks that they want something from him or playing a joke on him (anxiety)

Like, come on. You cannot TELL ME that that isn't -- likely -- adjustment disorder with anxiety and depressed mood. The man is 100% an anxious wreck, but like, shit, I would be, too, if I left my familiar shitty environment to a totally new shitty environment; I knew what to expect at home, not so much here, ya get me?

Now, would I change this diagnosis down the line? Absolutely, because, if he's still an anxious wreck 6 months down the line, clearly it wasn't the change in environment that had him on edge like that, or rather that's not the thing that's continued to have him on edge like that. Initial visit, though? This is 100% what I would've given him if I did his assessment.

I just had to get this off my chest. I've kept this to myself for MONTHS now, and I just couldn't anymore man! But what do you think? You think another diagnosis would've fit him better? Meh, probably.

Anyways, thanks for letting me share that. I have a lot more characters I have diagnosis for that I'd love to share one day. That honestly may be sooner rather than later since I've broken the seal lol.

Welp, I've met my yap quota for the day...at about 2 in the morning (as of writing this) lmao. Big preesh for getting this far. Remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

**This was written for funsies, strictly for funsies, and only for funsies. This is not meant to be taken seriously or as fact**

[newwayin]

name vicente valdebenito valdivia. nickname vic, vincent, vi. age fifty. date of birth tba. gender agender. sexuality arospec bisexual. pronouns he / him. languages known chilean / mexican spanish, english, casual italian and tagalog. height 6' ( 183 cm ). occupation shopkeeper @ sisters of the moon. face claim pedro pascal.

( + ) insightful, compassionate, patient, efficient, colorful, humorous, gentle, charming, observant, safe. ( - ) intolerant, cautious, odd, secretive, fickle.

hobbies tarot card reading, creating different teas. likes tea, morning walks, his dog. dislikes large crowds of people / populated areas. quirks has his dog with him (almost) wherever he goes. strengths his oddity, strangely enough. weaknesses gets spooked too much for reading between the lines ( not everything is ominous ). aesthetics the hermit card sits there face up and worn from thousands of uses, there's even a tear in the corner; there's a ripped hole where the face should be. an outcast, a recluse and someone who points the finger at to point out he's not the same as everyone else, delusional and weird is what they say. crushed tea leaves that is meant for a reading but instead is opted for a drink, creative and helpful.

THE STORY STARTS HERE ... to be added.

fun facts

always had an interest in astrology / fortune - telling and pursued it in secret.

self - identifies as a ( modern day ) witch.

has a golden retriever named charlie bow wow that definitely wears silly, little hats ( charlie for short, named after charlie xcx because he was feeling silly that day )

his fashion style is that of a middle - aged white tourist visiting hawai'i with far too much sun screen on his nose and wears aloha shirts. also can't forget the socks with sandals. <3

a skyrim enjoyer.

has an ant farm in his room.

likes to paint in his spare time, used as a way to calm himself.

the best time to find him is walking charlie when the sun comes up while grabbing some coffee. you're always welcome to join him on those walks! the more the merrier.

lived in redcreek for 25 years after moving from chile to live on his own, just in time to witness the talbot murder.

sisters of the moon he considers a safe space for those troubled youth / anyone that just needs an ear. anyone is welcomed in with a fresh pot of a tea, always changing given on the mood.

considered one of the "weird" ones in redcreek.

hot - to - go connections

typical friendly / antagonistic / romance??? if that ever comes into play but who would be mean with him ): hes so nice

his adoptive daughter that has moved out of the house but mayhaps perhaps she came back to visit good ol' dad / decided to move back in because her situation didnt work out so well (hes the biggest girl dad anything for her!!!!!!)

those few that hes a father figure to ofc not everyone welcomes it but maybe theres those couple that he thinks needs the guidance for whatever reason / wants sisters of the moon to be a safe space for those that are lost

clients <3 his normal occurrences and hes always happy to see them

ohhhhhh you know u wanna be his walking partner in the morning so bad when afterwards he hits the bakery for a sweet treat and coffee / doggy dates for those that also have some

for the older muses specifically: u wanna do weekly hang outs to catch up and have some tea, maybe gossip whats been happening around the town, maybe gossip about other things (; idk what do older ppl talk about generally

hes not a therapist but maybe painting with a witch will help soothe ur angry / conflicted / anxious soul

i know a bond with his coworkers would also heal his soul too

[totallynots8tan]

Three Caballeros incorrect quotes

Panchito : Pros and cons of dating me.

Panchito : Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Panchito : Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

———

Panchito (about Donald): I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

———

Donald : If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

———

Panchito : Do you ever think? Because I do not.

———

Jose: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

———

Jose: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.

———

Donald : You can't wake up if you never got to sleep.

———

Jose: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something.

Jose: I need my socks.

[chthonic-cassandra]

Recent books, non-fiction -

Samuel Delany, Of Solids and Surds - A compact little book of brief vignettes on the question "why do you write?" This wasn't particularly substantial, but I will read absolutely anything by Delany, and it was sweet and fun. Not a place to start with his non-fiction, but I would recommend it for fellow fans of his work.

Jessi Hempel, The Family Outing - Memoir of Hempel's journey to come out as lesbian alongside the rest of her immediate family also coming out with previously undisclosed pieces of their sexuality orientation, gender identity, or trauma histories. While the premise here might bring Fun Home to mind, this has nothing like that earlier book's wit, sharp gaze, and capacity to hold complexity. I found Hempel's book insipid, flat, and as blandly inoffensive as a self-promotional social media post. Nothing here felt vulnerable, or specific, or complex. Not recommended.

Ethan Mordden, Gays on Broadway - as a teenager I loved Modden's gossipy, encyclopedic series of musical theater history books by decade, so I was excited to see that he'd written this history of queer representation in NYC theater. This was filled with Mordden's typically delightful anecdotes, but it lacked a strong organizing thesis, and its focus frequently felt skewed in random ways (I know Mame is a gay icon, but how many pages do we need on both the play and musical versions of her story?). Only recommended for Mordden completionists, not a great way to learn about the topic.

Vivian Conan, Losing the Atmosphere - DID recovery memoir. Conan talks about having written this book over a period of decades, and you can tell - it's meticulously detailed, sometimes to the point of laboriousness (and she says she cut it down by several hundred pages!), but I did appreciate the rigor in the way she documented her journey; she's a particularly strong narrator of her different therapeutic relationships, and the book is an excellent account of what those arcs can look like. This book gave me a lot to think about, particularly around the intense attachment-focused work she did in her final, and what she considers to be her most successful, therapeutic engagement. While there was violence in Conan's childhood, the main sites of trauma she identifies were less about those experiences and much more around very early neglect and relational misattunement; this means that, though her final therapist seems to use some similar modalities to the ones I've been trained in, their work together and the way she engages with her own dissociation looks different in a couple of significant ways from what I do either for myself or with my clients as a therapist; I need to sit with some of my reactions to parts of that.

W. Scott Poole, Dark Carnivals: Modern Horrors and the Origins of American Empire - horror criticism. I found this extremely uninspired; a lot of critics have made many of these same points more cogently and interestingly.

[softsky-daily]

9/23/2024

Just like looking into the deep ocean.

Positive thing: My PDQ was good.

I was wary getting it just because my friend had gotten food poisoning from there before, but I was craving their zucchini fries and luckily it was good and I didn't die. It was almost nostalgic too since I used to get it all the time after my hell shifts at one of my old jobs. I'm definitely glad I don't work there anymore.

My mood has been all sorts of up and down this month and today was particularly a down. Not for any specific reason I think, but just carrying over from feeling so burnt out the last few months. I had to finish a paper and usually it's not so bad but my brain was resisting it more than it had ever done before. I have another paper due this week too, and I'm seeing career counseling clients on Wednesday by myself for the first time, and thinking about it all is already getting me exhausted.

I tried to keep my mind off all that after I finished my paper and played some Monster Hunter. I wish I could tell if it was fun or not but the tiredness was definitely getting in the way. I haven't been playing much viddy games lately in general. Usually that's a sign I know the depression is getting worse, so that's why I kept playing since doing things you know you usually enjoy even when they're not fun in the moment actually does help get you back into enjoying things again. Hopefully I'll have therapy tomorrow since I could really use it. I missed it last week since my therapist was in the hospital.

Tomorrow... I'll probably sleep in again and just accept that I'll be late to work. I've been doing that a lot lately and don't really know how to stop. I need the sleep. It never feels like enough either way.

[naradivision]

“Merry Christmas,

I wasn’t sure of the things you’d like, but I do know your division’s famous for its deer parks, I thought this might be something you can get behind. Have fun with this little guy.

— Makina Setsukura from Akihabara Division (did you know that? I dunno, maybe you do, maybe you don’t)”

Yuuya Kanata chuckled, shaking his head as he set the little notecard down. He lifted the lid to the present that was delivered to him.

Inside was a somewhat firm stuffed animal in the shape of a deer that was almost half the size of his upper body.

At long last when the reddish haired boy had returned to his home after relaying his Christmas presents to another division due to the ‘Secret Santa’ campaign, it seemed like his turn had come to receive some gift from his secret ‘Santa’ too.

Looking at the big deer plushie while softly chuckling, Yuuya picked up the fluffy stuffed animal from the box he found at his doorstep and took it inside his room.

“Here we go, newcomer. Why not befriend Mr. Greenie over there?”

The boy gently placed his stuffed animal gift beside the dinosaur plushie he received from his graduated senior last year, then he recalled his secret Santa’s name.

Makina Setsukura? Oh, that’s the gamer girl whom he and Hi-chan had sent some birthday presents to previous September. Nice to know that she still remembered him even if he didn’t really interact much with her in person. And if he wasn’t mistaken, she was one of those numerous streamers Takane had befriended online.

Takane was the name of his classmate who, in fact, had an alter online-sona known under the name ‘Aozora’ and was actually Makina’s upperclassman at the academy —Only if she knew his true identity. This low-energy friend of his was also happened to be the regular client of Kiyozaki-san as well since he still had some problems with his insomnia and excessive daytime sleepiness ongoing from past two years. 

But Yuuya was sure his friend didn’t know that one of his online fellows did turn out to be a resident at his therapist’s place too

—Pfft, internet and coincidence were definitely curious things, weren’t them? 

Suddenly, he felt the intense glare from somewhere behind his back.

“Phew. Is it just you, Ojou-chan?” 

Facing off his intensely staring kitten who was now hiding herself in the empty present box, Yuuya gave out a sigh of relief. He was never good with the spooky kind of stuff and that made him wonder how those two streamers could have fun playing some hair-raising horror games even in the middle of night.

“I’m afraid this unfortunately isn’t your new toy. I just got this from one of my friends out there. Uh, so, no scratch on this one please?”

“Meowwrrr.”

“Okay, okay. Aren’t you satisfied with the new toy I got for you last week? Fine, want me to add some more scratching posts to your house?”

“Meowwwrrrrr.”

“This isn’t it? Eh... Then what else can I do…”

Slightly tilting his head as if using his thought, he soon followed the direction of her stare and finally understood why his petite kitten was glared daggers at him.

“—Wait, are you looking at this thing? Hi-chan had made it for me and everyone in the team, so don’t worry, it can neither hurt you nor me.” 

He picked up one end of the weird-looking cat scarf on his neck and hurled it around in the air to show his petite roommate that this lifeless piece of cloth can’t be harmful to anyone.

The Siamese kitten looked at him in disbelief as she gave her final hiss while jumping out of the box. She cautiously stepped back, still eyeing his scarf like some kind of paranoid predator until she thought herself was far enough and ran away.

Even though she was always behaving like a little kid with him, somehow Yuuya felt like his Ojou-chan was a tad bit more understanding than normal cats. 

But, oh well, this funny thought might be nothing but his imagination anyway.

—Thank you for the gifts and Merry Christmas! 🎄

[valleyfthdolls]

I know you have the vaguest idea of what happens in ggy (pretty sure you've read a summary??) but let's say Scott emails you for a once in a life time opportunity where you get to rewrite it for fun, what would you change about it

(Yeah I’ve read a summary, at some point I gotta read the actual story but uhh Not Today)

Discarding the opportunity to simply delete it and walk away, because I want to actually entertain this idea, there are two ways I would go, I think.

One: GGY becomes VNY. Make it a story about Vanny’s corruption to put her back in the spotlight. I made a short fic on my Ao3 I’m not gonna promo here that’s similar to this, but a more in-depth version. Luis would work great as Vanny’s Tony Becker. The story takes place in an office building instead of at school, and VNY is the mysterious hacker revealed to be killing off everyone who gets close to the truth. Princess Quest connections and allegories would be EVERYWHERE. Slowly it begins to eat away at Luis, who becomes paranoid and anxious when handling technology, and eventually even develops a fear of things as simple as rabbits as it just gets deep under his skin. What the replacement for the story that Tony, Greg and Ellis are writing is I’m not sure. Maybe some sort of a tech project Vanny sabotages last second and then she plays upset, is all I’m so sorry Luis I don’t know what happened, I was trying to add my finishing touches and it just seemed like everything I changed made it worse, if you want you could come over to my place and we could talk about how to fix it over dinner and some drinks? and Luis is blindsided by Vanny actually returning his interest and doesn’t even think that he could be getting lured.

Two: Just make some tweaks to the overall plot to make it suck less. Mainly, if GGY is a Glitchtrap follower, make that obvious. Maybe his friends see him talking to things that aren’t there, that kind of thing. Make him more insecure about handling tech because in SB he obviously does not know what he’s doing. Reference something going on with his parents. Maybe they’re dead, maybe they die during the story, idc. I want Gregory to be clearly troubled in some way. Make the therapists actually be therapists because clearly, clearly, Scott Cawthon does not know the difference. Simple guide: therapists work with schools. School counselors also work with schools. However, therapists are therapists who work in other places and school counselors are not. Plus, as I calculated at one point, 79 biweekly therapy sessions would equate to about three years in therapy. Assuming they’re weekly, that would make it like a year and a half. This would require them to be going on outside of school as well. So it makes a lot more sense if it’s actual therapists who have multiple clients attending the school. Would I still hate it? Yeah, but I’d have a much easier time liking it if it was better written and actually fit Gregory’s character instead of trying to warp him into the Patient 46 mold.

Or, a fucked up and sad extra third option that only fits my own AU: imply that Gregory is not actually doing any of this, but is instead intentionally making himself look sinister to muddy the truth about who’s behind the hacking and… murders. Because someone he loves is behind it and he’s trying to protect them. (Specifically, in my AU, this would be Valentine/Vanny. His older sister and one of his only friends. He really, really believes in saving her, and trying to protect her from what she’s doing under this control would be in line with that.)

[not-poignant]

Hey Pia, I hope you’re having a decent day. I have a few questions that I wanted to ask, feel free to take your time getting around to answering them (if you do). Sorry if any of these have been asked before, I’ve been lurking on your tumblr for a little while but not that long.

1) I started reading UtB after FFS. I noticed that UtB borrows a lot of characters from your other stories. I was wondering if there was a specific reason why Arden isn’t in the UtR-verse, or did you feel like he didn’t fit the vibes and didn’t want to write him? (No hate meant, I just like Arden and I’m curious)

2) Somewhere in a post about Constellations (I’m so hyped), you mentioned that Dr Gary most likely won’t be Efnisien’s therapist anymore. Have you put any thought into how their wind-down last session/s before discharge from therapy would go? I imagine that it would be very difficult with a lot of feels all around.

3) I’m a musician, and when re-reading FFS I couldn’t help but notice you have a good amount of knowledge about musical things. Have you ever played an instrument or been interested in music personally, or was this just something you researched for the story? Bonus related question, will Efnisien show an interest in playing piano, singing or music (outside of internet stalking James) in UtB?

4) I feel like this will be a no cause it won’t be the focus and that’s chill, but any chance that Kadek might pop up in Constellations? I feel like Gywn’s first impression of Kadek would be fucking hilarious. I loved the Efnisien/Arden/Kadek dynamic of FFS and I crave more, but I can understand if Constellations isn’t really the place for that.

Anyway thank you very much for your time, I love your writing and the characters you create so much and I appreciate how much interaction you give us fans.

Bye.

Hi hi! Let's get stuck into some questions :D

I was wondering if there was a specific reason why Arden isn’t in the UtR-verse, or did you feel like he didn’t fit the vibes and didn’t want to write him?

You answered the question! He didn't fit the vibes of the dystopian Underline the Black universe, so I decided he just wouldn't be in it at all. For me, I want him to stay as an FFS character, and honestly, it's really not that much fun for me to imagine an Arden without an Efnisien.

Somewhere in a post about Constellations (I’m so hyped), you mentioned that Dr Gary most likely won’t be Efnisien’s therapist anymore. Have you put any thought into how their wind-down last session/s before discharge from therapy would go?

I have, but I have no interest in writing it. I might be looking at writing some of Efnisien's sessions re: Henton down the track, but that's probably it.

I also don't think it would be that difficult. Dr Gary's literal job is to make sure that it's not that difficult, and that it feels like a natural transition, and I honestly think by the time it happens, Efnisien is really ready and the one who suggests it first. If anything, I think while there is some grief, it's mostly filled with a lot of joy, nostalgia, accomplishment and love.

A therapist is honestly pretty bad at their job if therapy comes to a natural end and all a patient feels about it is how hard it is. Like sometimes therapy comes to unnatural ends (therapists move, they pass away, there's a sudden incompatibility etc.) where things can't be transitioned out appropriately. And frankly some therapists specialise in 'short-form' therapy methods (that are honestly not that great but the government often forces it) and then clients are also then transitioned out sometimes too fast, and in a way that's traumatic.

But one of Efnisien's core issues is like... being fundamentally betrayed by a therapist, and as a result Dr Gary is with him until Efnisien realises he's ready to move on, and the winding down process takes months and months, easily over 10 sessions of just working on this subject. It's one of the reasons I'm not super interested in writing it, because the potential for angst is just so much lower overall, and I like to just imagine it as a thing where both of them get to feel quite accomplished and proud imho.

Have you ever played an instrument or been interested in music personally, or was this just something you researched for the story? Bonus related question, will Efnisien show an interest in playing piano, singing or music (outside of internet stalking James) in UtB?

I have played instrument/s before (flute, guitar, voice, piano) and still do sometimes (piano), though not to the degree of proficiency that Efnisien has, so I still had to do a bit of research on some things. And Efnisien has already shown an interest in music in Underline the Black re: enjoying the band that Gary put on, and asking more questions about it. Even before he knew it was James, he was very interested in the music.

But no I don't think he'll ever show an interest in playing a music instrument otherwise. That was very circumstantial in FFS, as in - Crielle forced him to learn as a child, and he learned to love it, but it wasn't necessarily something he'd be naturally drawn to otherwise outside of a hobby. And Efnisien hasn't really been raised to have kind of recognisable hobbies in UtB, and if he picks some up, they might look more like 'going outside for walks / hiking' etc. and again be circumstantial.

I feel like this will be a no cause it won’t be the focus and that’s chill, but any chance that Kadek might pop up in Constellations?

Yeah this is super unlikely.

The only reason any characters other than Gwyn or Efnisien will show up in this story (which is why I'm describing it as a Gwyn + Efnisien reconciliation story, and not a 'sequel' on its own) will be in their capacity to help or listen re: Gwyn and Efnisien becoming family again.

There's zero chance of Gwyn meeting Kadek. Firstly, Kadek wouldn't be interested in that, and then secondly, there's just no reason for it to happen. I don't really want to ruin Kadek's day.

Also Gwyn has met Kadek. He's there in the Forest nightclub, he's known by Kadek, and Kadek literally says in FFS:

So the first impression has happened and been done without Efnisien even being there and we're into like 10th 0r 20th impressions now! In fact, Gwyn and Augus have left such a (negative) impression on Kadek long before Efnisien came into the picture, that he even brings it up in the story:

'...Don’t think we haven’t noticed how rough you play with your partner, or how much you ignore dungeon monitor intervention. Just because you’ve gone to a few of our classes doesn’t make you a goddamn angel. We’ve been keeping an eye on you anyway. The only person I’ve seen attacked and harassed in my club tonight is him [referring to Efnisien being attacked by Augus].’ - Kadek to Augus while Gwyn is listening/in view

Er, so, yeah. Gwyn and Augus have made a terrible impression on Kadek, and Kadek genuinely wouldn't want to see Gwyn or Augus again. Like, let's remember that Kadek then issued a blanket ban to Augus re: all of his clubs after finding out he broke Efnisien's face (literally), and that basically then included Gwyn too.

I think he'd be one of the strongest detractors re: Gwyn and Efnisien reconciling and he could not care less about Gwyn's thoughts about him etc. And I think if Efnisien brought it up Kadek would be like '*forced smile* That's got nothing to do with me, but I know how to kill a guy, and I'm bringing that up for no reason at all! If you ever make me meet them, either of them, you won't like it! I'm not that kind of ride or die, I'm the kind of ride or die that says 'don't fucking see your cousin.''

So out of respect for Kadek, and because I know it wouldn't add to the story, they're not meeting again. Because Kadek would just be like 'so you stayed with the guy that broke your cousin's face. I know Efnisien defends you, but you really are just like his whole-ass family aren't you. At least he changed.'

And that would probably be how that went. Which isn't really fair to either Gwyn or Kadek lmao. They both deserve better than having to deal with each other.

[a-single-tulip]

😏

For the oc ship game...

Dr. Cais Varru x Shaak Ti

AND

Dr. Waylon Vrand x Din Djarin

OC X Canon Shipping Headcanon Ask Game

Ohohohohoho, those are some good ones

Fair warning, I definitely did more than just five little headcanons because I had way too much fun with this and got suuuuuper carried away lmao

Dr. Cais Varru

Alright, for context for those who don't know Cais because I rarely talk about my OCs and oughtta make a post for them, he's my Zabrak therapist OC who practices on Coruscant, with a lot of his clients actually being clone troopers once the war started.

So, he and Shaak Ti likely would've met due to Shaak Ti hearing about him from clone troopers who still kept in touch with her, and it would've piqued her interest to hear about someone who seems to care a lot about the clones just as she does. Someone who is actually helping them work through their inner struggles. So the next time she finds herself on Coruscant, she decides to meet him herself. Upon meeting him, what actually surprises her is the feeling he gives off, one of complete cool, but also warmth at the same time. Like the way a breeze feels in the spring as the sun hits your skin.

It's after that first meeting that neither of them can seem to get the other off their mind. That leads to them finding excuses to speak to one another, and nobody really bats an eye at it. After all, a lot of Cais' clients are clones, and Shaak Ti works closely with clones, so of course she would want to be involved in something like their mental health. The clones know better though, they can clearly see it, the way the two of them stare at each other.

The way Shaak Ti will softly laugh at something Cais said, touching him on the arm, and the way he just smiles at her with a shimmer in his eye. They know that they have to do something to set them up. A few of them, along with the help of some of Cais' friends, manage to set them up on a dinner date. They are both quite surprised, and a little embarrassed, to see that they've been tricked. No wanting to waste such a nice thing that was done for them though, they end up spending the evening together and having a nice time.

Once they do actually settle into a relationship thought, thanks to the clones in their life, it's something that at first not many are even aware of. They both have their jobs first and foremost, and know exactly how to remain professional when in such a setting, along with how to remain focused on their responsibilities.

These two like-minded individuals though have a pretty nice balance when it comes down to their work lives and personal lives. Shaak Ti ends up spending plenty of limited her free time going to visit Cais at his apartment, and whenever they're away she ends up comming him when she can as well. Spending time with him at his apartment typically leads to some cuddling on the couch while watching a movie.

There are parts of Cais that Shaak Ti does learn about, something he tells her at the very start of their relationship because he wants to clarify if she doesn't mind those parts of him.

For one, while it isn't a deal breaker for him if she isn't into it, when it comes to being intimate with another person...he's not the most vanilla. He isn't ashamed of his interests in BDSM, but he wants to be honest with her regarding that sort of thing, and while she's never tried that sort of thing before...she finds herself willing to at least try it with him.

Something to note...Cais is about 6 ft 4, and a particular muscular guy, and it's once they get into this sort of bedroom play that Shaak Ti finds herself truly enamored by his domineering stature. She never thought she would be the type to be into the use of ropes or toys, and yet...Cais makes it quite exhilarating, experiencing something new.

And it wouldn't complete without some improper use of the force, so ofc she would end up using it to help him in getting off, a new experience for him that he finds to be nothing like he's ever experienced before with previous partners.

Something Shaak Ti likes most of all during this is how mindful Cais is of how she's feeling. Despite how dirty the whole ordeal is, with teeth sinking into her skin, nails raking along her thighs, and ropes keeping her from moving...he still looks up at her, flashing that sweet smile of his before asking if she's comfortable, if she needs anything, if she's enjoying herself.

She is definitely enjoying herself, and isn't afraid to let that be known with a few bites of her own.

Dirtiness aside, one of Cais' favorite things to do would be gently placing kisses up and along one of her lekku.

That perfect blend of being sweet and absolutely filthy.

Dr. Waylon Vrand

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Dr. Waylon Vrand is my medic OC who in his primary AU, actually works for the GAR. For the sake of him being paired with Din though, he'll be a doctor who still practices on his home planet of Dosuun! You heard right loves, we got ourselves a space cowboy here

I'd imagine that Din and Waylon likely would've first met on Dosuun, maybe with Din not only having to pick-up supplies, but also get an injury looked at after a job. That's when he first steps into the Vrand family practice where Waylon, his older brother, and his father all act as doctors for the village.

Din and Waylon both have pretty serious personalities on the surface with a sense of dry/sarcastic humor on the side, so it's funny to imagine them meeting and getting along fairly well once they get into talking while Waylon patches him up. Din is surprised to find himself able to actually speak with the young doctor in a way that doesn't feel forced, and Grogu doesn't seem to mind him either, especially since he ended up getting a lollipop from Waylon.

What they think is going to be a one-time meeting ends up with them, surprisingly enough, meeting each other once again off of Dosuun. Waylon reveals to Din that he's just been traveling, having always wanted to explore the galaxy and offer his services wherever they might be needed.

Grogu immediately tries to have a look in Waylon's bag as him and Din are talking, hoping to find any more lollipops, which earns an apology from the Mandalorian.

Waylon only offers that half-smile of his, telling him there's no harm to it before fishing around in his bag and handing a lollipop to the kid, earning a pleased babble in return.

Din doesn't know why he says it...maybe it's because of how nice he is with the kid, maybe it's because of how oddly comfortable he feels around him, but he asks if maybe he would want to possibly travel with them for a little bit.

The question surprises both Waylon and Grogu, who practically looks up at his dad in the most incredulous way.

He's pleased when Waylon agrees.

Din isn't exactly used to regularly traveling with someone other than the kid, so it takes so getting used to having someone else with him who can actually talk. Soon enough, he learns that he missed being able to have banter with someone who could actually keep up with sarcastic remarks of his own.

Waylon on the other hand finds himself intrigued by the pair, especially Din. Maybe it's a little bit to do with never seeing his face that's got some allure to it, but mostly he finds himself wanting to be around him when he can, whether it be sitting beside him when they're going over their supplies or finding himself standing just a little too close to him when they're out someone.

He doesn't know when it starts, but at some point his usual banter slowly shifts into bordering on flirtatious, because he's well aware of how much it gets a rise out of Din who will either sputter something out or lightly shove him away.

Hell, sometimes he'll even quickly press a kiss to the side of Din's helmet, which damn near makes the guy short-circuit. He doesn't know why he does it, he just...like doing it.

He's taken by surprise one day though when he has his back turned, going over some of his medical supplies when he hears Din walks up behind him. Nothing out of the ordinary, so he makes no move at first to turn around. Then...he hears the slide of something, a gasp suddenly leaving him at the sensation of a kiss suddenly being pressed to the back of his neck followed by what he now figures to be the sound of his helmet sliding back down.

Upon turning around, he's once again met with that all too familiar helmet, a blush creeping up his neck as he's left speechless and he can't help but wonder what Din's expression must be after that.

The only thing he gets after that is a, "Finally gotcha' back..." before Din turns around and walks away.

Things get muddled after that, and before they know it, without even really saying it out loud they've sort of settled into a rather affectionate relationship. Leaning into each other without even thinking about it, holding hands, holding on to each other's arms, and of course Waylon pressing kisses to Din's helmet along with Din sneaking a kiss to the back/side of Waylon's neck when he least expects it.

One of Din's favorite things though is catching moments where Waylon and Grogu are spending time together. It's the softest sight he's ever seen, with one such time being when Waylon was reading one of his medical books to Grogu as the kid sat in his lap, little hand pointing at pictures in the book while Waylon explained them to him.

That's probably when Din finds Waylon the most attractive, being so good with the kid.

The first time they're intimate with one another is a night that they somehow manage to get to themselves when Din makes a request of Waylon...asking him if he can kiss him properly, but not before placing a blindfold over his eyes.

He half-expects that to be a dealbreaker, mentally preparing himself, but he's surprised when Waylon complies. Upon him getting the blindfold fitted around his head, he sits there waiting patiently while Din swallows dryly, before gently taking him by the chin and bringing him in for a tender kiss.

What starts off as a gentle kiss soon after shifts to Waylon being pulled into Din's lap as they begin making out rather heatedly while yanking at each other's clothes, with Din ending up having to help Waylon maneuver out of his, what with his eyes being covered.

It's probably some of the most heated sex ever, because with his vision concealed, Waylon other senses are finely attuned to every other thing he's experiencing. Every single touch of his skin, the way he can feel Din's mouth suckle at his neck, kissing down his chest before making his way to his stomach...and then taking him into his mouth, grabbing a fistful of the Mandalorian's hair while crying out in ecstasy at the feeling of his mouth on him, and the way his facial hair scrapes along sensitive skin.

After that night, he definitely doesn't mind having blindfolded sex with him if it means feeling that good.

[hiccupologist]

so about that petplay hubworld au

  “I have a new client coming to visit in a few days. Are you good with that?”

  “Oh.” Simon said, quietly. He laced his fingers and examined the cuffs of his sweater for lint, something Betty recognized as a nervous behavior similar to a housecat grooming itself. He ultimately had no say in what happened, but he could tell her how he felt about it and she would comfort him appropriately, or even take mercy on him and work with the other Simon in one of her outbuildings. Once she made another Betty come and take her Ice King back after only one day because he’d scared her own Simon so badly with his behavioral problems. In short, Simon felt somewhat resigned, but optimistic nonetheless. “What… kind of Simon is he?”

  She sighed and patted her lap, which her husband eagerly took as invitation to snuggle up against her with his head nestled in her arms. She began to softly stroke his hair, following its slight curl. “That’s what I want to talk to you about, actually. So. He still has his crown.” She immediately felt Simon’s muscles stiffen and his heartrate speed up and felt a pang of guilt. As a Betty Grof variant, one of the reasons she was so desirable as a therapist and trainer was the fact that she’d managed to restore her Simon through… largely humane methods. Still, he wasn’t entirely back to his old self. His mind was intact, and she knew that was all either of them really cared about, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she had waited longer, that maybe she could have done things perfectly.

  The crown had left marks on him, even if they weren’t on his memories or the outside of his body. He had trouble processing his sensory input, issues with sleeping, he was certainly a little more emotionally fragile, or perhaps that was just the effects of trauma. He was incredibly uncomfortable with magic, moreso than usual for a mortal Simon, and hardly ever left the house. She decorated a cozy little study for him as a place where he could feel safe, and it immediately became his favorite place when it wasn’t practical to be at her side. One one side of the room was a wide, low slung daybed piled with cushions, soft blankets, and an impressive collection of flightless bird plushies. A shallow, tasteful wicker chest filled with his personal stims and chews peeked out from under the bed frame, hidden securely from the sight of any untrustworthy fellow Simons. The other side was dedicated to a wall of bookshelves and a large desk that could be used for exciting things such as cleaning stones or practicing calligraphy.

  “Well… as long as he isn’t too aggressive…”

  “I’ll be honest, I am going to be treating him for some… interpersonal challenges. But he’s not a regular Ice King. He’s called Winter King and it seems like he can be really friendly. Look, I have a video his Betty sent me. You can watch if you want.”

  She retrieved a gold and tortoiseshell ringed tablet from the pocket of her coat, and Simon brought himself up to a crouch and nuzzled into the side of her neck to watch. Someone was filming a slender, lithe ice elemental in what looked like a Victorian nightgown flailing excitedly on a red velvet sofa, at one point flopping upside down over the edge and addressing the camera with a cheerful, carefully articulated “Hi, Stranger Betty! I’m making an official diplomatic journey to your universe on behalf of the Winter Kingdom and it’s going to be super rad because I’m so much fun and people will actually tell you that!” He did a few dramatic scissor kicks with his bare legs, after which Betty abruptly paused the video and shut the screen off, but not in time to prevent a single, blurry frame from another clip from playing, an erratically posed figure in the same shade of turquoise. Simon was not entirely convinced, but of course, he had no real authority in the situation.

[gargrizzled]

You like Borderlands👀👀👀👀👀 I don't know what you ship but any will doooo

Yesss I've yet to play Tales and only played a little of 3 but!! Hello, Mordecai, Axton and Timothy main here, I'm stupid for the weird Mad Max space world ~

Anyway since it's free game here's a few off the top of my head!

Max Caster x MJF

Questionable ethics of Caster's aggressive flirting aside this is... oddly lovely? I hope they don't abandon it, though it seems like they currently are which I think is why they'redoing us a dirty? It tickles my itch of one-sided pining!

Timothy Lawrence x Mad Moxxi

So fun fact this one is quite literally one of 3 whole ships I would confidently say are my OTPs? Across all my fandoms?

I don't know how. I don't know why. Maybe it's the initial one-sided pining - my kryptonite! Maybe it's that delicious girlboss/malewife vibe. Maybe it's 'oh wow she's even cuter without the makeup' - or the 'I didn't even you fool you a little?' 'Not once' - almost like the masks and characters others see them as doesn't matter to them and they could have the opportunity to be themselves around each other if they ever allowed it - HNNNGHH

In honor of certain mutuals (you know who you are) - Hook x Danhausen

I'll be honest, I never got to see much of them? I started watching AEW again at the buildup to DoN 2022, at the tail end of their fued/friendship. But I would LIKE to see more of it. I also admire the dedication and creativity that the little community surrounding this pair seem to have, and have some fics on a watch later. I can dig it with some coercion.

And for the wild card... Christian x Diamond Dallas Page (They had a program for like 5 minutes in 2002 and I'm... a lil obsessed atm)

They are HILLARIOUS to me. There's only like, 3 ever segments of them! But their dynamic was gold! Therapist tries to save his doucebag client from going off the deep end, with the power of positivity, smiling, and yoga? They could've kept this going for way longer! There is a single fic of them, and it's one I can't even read?

Well not for long, mark my words

[aspenforestsystem]

Intro post!

We've been here a while and over the course of time this has become an DID/System and Alterhuman/Otherkin blog. So this is what this blog is about now, lol. Sorry to anyone who followed us for the moss or goblincore stuff, it's okay if you unfollow. Edit: Also blog about multiple mental/physical disabilities.

We are part of a Dissociative Identity Disorder System. We currently have a working Diagnosis with a therapist and will be seeing a new therapist soon who specializes in dissociative disorders and works with other DID clients.

Some of us within the system are non-human and have found much comfort in the Alterhuman or Otherkin community. So we are going to collectively share this Blog.

Edit: We are also Undiagnosed Autistic with PDA Type (again we've done extended research). We're also Hard of Hearing. And Physically disabled with Thoracic Degenerative Disc Disease and from undiagnosed/unknown conditions.

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About Us:

Abysmal (Abyss for short) They/Them. Polymorphic Shadowkin. Is ageless/age slider. Minor Forest Deity. Favorite colors are Green, Brown, and Black. Loves Bread, Moss, Slugs, and Isopods. Has inner world / headspace memories. Role is emotional protector.

AN (pronounced Ann) TW: Death and Car Accidents. She/They. Ghostkin. Is 19+ years old. Split / died from when the body was in a very bad car accident we should have died from. Favorite colors are Black, White, and Pastels. Loves candles/incense, the attic, singing, and bread (too). Has memories from before dying we think. Role is Trauma Holder for Car/Driving PTSD.

Rosemary, She/Her. Vampire/Succubus kin. Ageless/Forever-Young (is old AF lol). Favorite colors are Red, Black, and Pink. Likes interior design, chocolate covered cherries, Love-Poems, flowers. Doesn't really have past memories as far as we know. Role is Sexual Protector.

Edit because there are more of us who want to post:

Petunia, She/Her. Dogkin/AussiePom. Age slider. Favorite colors, All the colors! Likes Food and head pats and play and and and!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doesn't like bad humans! And being told I'm bad girl! (I'm not bad girl, you are!) Role? *Tries to roll over*

Sassy, She/Her. Catkin/Maine coon. Age slider. Favorite colors, idk. Likes naps, watching the birds, and basking in the sun. Dislikes loud noises, the over excitement of others. Role, not really sure.

Mäwsea, They/Them. Changeling/Fae/Creature/Cryptid kin-thingy. No age. Favorite colors, green, brown, red, yellow, orange. Likes the forest, mud, food, creeks, clay. Dislikes mean peoples who hurt forest. Role, pretty sure to escape reality, to make body feel good, to make us have fun again.

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DNI: MAP/Pedo, Nazi, KKK, Racist, Anti-POC, Anti-LGBT+, Anti-Kin, Anti-System, Anti-Furry, Anti-Agere, Ableist, ProLife, Propolice, MAGA (I Will Block You)

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I’ve been doing NMR “sessions” with a client who has a fairly severe lifelong scoliosis.  She is also a Sikh and a lifelong practitioner of Kundalini Yoga. She has been to all the “big Name” therapists who do Egoscue and Pilates and yoga and advanced bodywork etc.  I initially told her that I really wasn’t sure I could do much to help her but if she was game we would explore the possibilities of NMR and how that approach might put a different light on her situation. 

I’ve done 4 or 5 sessions with her, each has been utterly different and each session has involved and in-depth conversation about life, philosophy, experience, hardship etc.  We are both intense and word-y people so the convos are very interesting to both of us.

After the first few sessions I noticed that her hips were much more consistently level and without torque. Thus the musculature of her legs was more congruent right to left.  

In our dialogue we talk about what we are doing. Sometimes I start with flexors/extensors, other times I’m following spiral patterns from hip to opposite shoulder to neck and back down.  I’m pointing out movement vectors to her. Most clients might have a difficult time following what I am telling her but she is with me and because of her movement and meditation background, we can go into the implications of those vectors. That is, the twist from the right QL inhibiting the left QL becomes the L. sacrum overpowering and twisting the right sacrum and on up or down the line. 

At the end of today’s session [we were pursuing a rotational pattern beginning at the sacrum and ending at the right mastoid process] our conversation became one of “What is this work showing us?” My impression is that we are following movement patterns, i.e. imagining her body as it moves and compensates for a life long scoliosis.  We are imagining or modeling the ways her structure has “solved” the challenges of torsional stress and then following the various fulcrums that that imaginative exercise has set in motion. It’s very much using a body-in-motion set of ideas rather than a static model. 

For example, part of our conversation was her childhood, young adulthood spent playing piano at an intense level. So as she talked about this, i had the image of psoas and the scalenes having a reciprocal relationship.  We could call this my “intuition.” We could also hypothesize that as she talked about playing piano, the physical patterns used to play piano in the past were now “up” on the screen of her “mindfield” and I might take a peek if I were able.  

As I was tracking the conversation, the muscle testing and the feedback she gave me re: where we were in the body, ideas and a mental image of lines and vectors [like ley lines in the body] would overlay her body for me. This is not an unusual thing to happen in a session.  I rely a great deal on intuitive “hunches” in my sessions and it is one of the things that makes the session fun.

A lot of my clients are more defended, closed, difficult to read, take a lot of work to “open” them so to speak, so working with a wide open client is a real joy.

I am continuing to think about the idea of working “as if” the body is in motion. This is kind of an Alexander Technique idea where you have hands on a person as they are walking sitting dancing etc. In this case the body/person isn’t physically moving [except for small coached movement and movement associated with the muscle testing] but the work is looking for patterns that were set in place by motion.  The Rolfing image of blocks stacked on top of each other seems a partial truth about structure.  Yes we are looking at the person in stillness, but the patterns were put in place and held in place by motion and the arrested motion.  Acknowledgment of this seems to be valuable and a key to restoring a fluidity and ease that at some point was lost. 

It has long fascinated me that so many of my clients really enjoy NMR and gain benefit from it because of the interactive quality.  We are in a sense, dancing together.  They are being consulted.  Most people enjoy talking about themselves, and have come to us for feedback and help in seeing something that they may have missed.  So, like psychotherapy, our insights and the communication of those insights through our work have a lot of value for our clients.

The client I’ve been describing has said she sees lasting difference in her body and feels less “locked in” to patterns.  She feels she has greater choice in movement.  I submit that much of the benefit of body work is this sense of freedom, of greater choice, of being less locked into the past.