#the recovery method

[miss-mossball]

tangles

[hoaxghost]

How resistent are your angels?

Could a human gun hurt them

Or only magic stuff?

Anything can be used to hurt them as long as they are on the same plane of existence but I should probably elaborate on that- to preface this is a big major element of my world building I've had since for a decade now so buckle up.

In my story, there are several 'planes of existence' that make up a universe. Earth, and well everything we are physically aware of and can touch/see is the Physical Realm (P.R), aka the tangible zone where spiritual,dream, liminal influence is minimal.

The opposite of the P.R is the Plane of Pure-Existence where everything that cannot exist within the physical resides. It's where angels, demons, souls, ghosts, deities, entities, Heaven+Hell is and has several 'levels' of separation from the P.R.

The closer a layer is to the P.R, the more effect the souls (angels, demons, etc) inhabiting that layer can have on it. For example:

Layer one: A soul can possess a tangible body, move some physical igniting flammable material, conjure tangible elemental threats, communicate with tangible beings. (Think poltergeists)

Layer five: A soul can only communicate with faint elemental influences like a timely breeze.

Movement between the layers is very possible yet the more powerful/large an entity is, the more difficulty it has getting closer to the P.R. This is why guardian angels look the way they do so they are able to be close to humans with relative ease. It's also why The Admin isn't making frequent appearances to humans.

So I guess to answer your question: A human gun cannot harm an angel cause angels typically exist on an entirely different plane. But if they were in the P.R then yes a gun could be used against them. Though that then would beg the question if it would 'hurt' em or well...even inconvenience them

[unwelcome-ozian]

DARVO

DARVO is an acronym that stands for Deny, Attack, and Reverse Victim and Offender. It describes a manipulative tactic often used by abusers to avoid taking responsibility for their actions and shift the blame onto their victims.

Deny. By engaging in a calculated act of denial, the perpetrator refuses to acknowledge their actions or the consequences thereof. They may adamantly negate any responsibility for their behavior, often employing tactics of minimization or outright dismissal. By denying the validity of the victim’s claims or the impact of their actions, the perpetrator effectively undermines the victim’s experiences and gaslights them into questioning their own reality.

Attack. Following the denial stage, the perpetrator will attempt to assault the victim’s character and credibility. This attack can take various forms—from subtle undermining remarks to overt accusations and blame-shifting. By casting doubt on the victim’s integrity, motivations or mental state, the perpetrator seeks to discredit their claims and deflect attention away from their own misconduct. Through targeted attacks, the perpetrator further erodes the victim’s confidence and reinforces their sense of powerlessness.

Reverse Victim and Offender. In the final stage, the perpetrator skillfully manipulates the narrative to cast themselves as the victim and the actual victim as the offender. This tactic involves a strategic inversion of roles, where the perpetrator portrays themselves as unfairly treated or harmed, while painting the victim as the instigator or aggressor. Through this inversion of reality, the perpetrator not only absolves themselves of guilt but also further victimizes their target, leaving them feeling isolated and discredited.

[snapcracklepop-myjoints]

local tumblr user forms parasocial relationship with random ass addict, places undue importance on their continued sobriety: more at 11

[crimeronan]

back to thinking about that worst timeline princess AU concept where luz and hunter end up with camila in the human realm when camila hasn't met vee and doesn't know about the isles. & so camila thinks that the two of them have just been held captive together for years.

i'm mainly thinking about my 100% certainty that luz would develop a Crippling case of agoraphobia for..... very obvious reasons. double-checked the definition just now because i was like "i'm pretty sure it's no longer referred to as a fear of being outside??" and yeah -- it's a fear of being in environments where you'll be helpless or unable to escape if something goes wrong. which. well. you guys know what she's gone thru.

that combined with the general confusion and sensory overload of the human world.... i think luz would get Very Very Very Upset if she was forced to leave the house. and going anywhere without hunter especially is a non-starter. like one of u guys said a few days ago, the sheer LEVELS that her separation anxiety would ratchet up to.... she's basically following him to the bathroom whenever he gets up and sitting outside the door like a lonely cat. i don't even want to CONSIDER the kind of breakdown she'd have if she was made to go out with camila to, like, a completely normal therapy appointment.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

FEBUWHUMP | HELPLESS | WC: 594

“Your student’s sleeping off an injury you gave him,” Chiyo said icily. “Get out of my office and go brood somewhere else.”

Slumped back in one of her most uncomfortable chairs, arms crossed and legs propped up on young Yagi’s cot, Recovery Girl’s biggest pain in her ass made a thoroughly unattractive grunt. His hair was in disarray (normal), and he was unmasked (not normal). He was still in his flight suit and cape.

She went up to his seat and knocked her syringe against a plastic leg. “I’m not telling you again.”

“Is what you said last time,” Torino finally rasped. When Chiyo glanced down to check his expression, it was schooled back into an impassive, intimidating stare at his student’s--intern? ward?--unconscious body. There was a disconcerting redness to the corners of his eyes though.

Chiyo opted not to point this out. Guilt wouldn’t stop Torino from his relentless drive to condition Yagi into a close-combat nightmare; if anything, guilt was the reason behind it. “Well, I mean it right now. He’s not going to want to see you first thing.”

His jaw worked in silence. Yagi’s chest rose and fell in a reassuringly normal rhythm.

“One of these days, this boy’s going to blow up at you,” Chiyo predicted. “You can’t keep thrashing him in the name of the greater good and expect perfect obedience. He’s not a soldier. He’s a kid.”

“This kid chose to take the Quirk,” Torino said. “You think Shimura asked him to get a permission slip signed? No. She offered One for All and told him of all the strings attached, and he still took it. He knows what he’s in for.”

“Somehow, I don’t think he expected his guardian to be the one giving him a concussion.”

“I’m his trainer,” he said flatly.

“You’re also listed as his foster parent,” Chiyo shot back. “You know where this road leads? Total estrangement, at best. An attempt on your life at worst, if Yagi-kun would rather break than bend to your stupid idea of survival training.”

Torino pushed himself to his feet, and he whirled on Chiyo, lips pulling back to bare his teeth. She’d faced meaner, so she stood her ground and met him glare for glare. “I don’t see you doing anything to help him,” he snarled. “You’re healing him. You’re not stopping me. See the difference?”

The words burned, because they were true. Recovery Girl had more than enough proof to put a stop to Torino’s treatment of Yagi, and even wrestle Torino’s teaching credentials and pro-hero license away from the asshole. She had an ethical, moral duty to protect the students of U.A.. To heal any injury, and report any potential abuse of power.

Regardless of Yagi’s earnest pleading to excuse Torino’s behavior, Chiyo should have gone straight to the Commission. And she didn’t.

She couldn’t, even now.

Chiyo chewed furiously over the concession that Gran Torino was, unfortunately, the best person to make sure that Yagi survived his first year out of U.A.. Like hell she’d give Gran Torino the satisfaction. She jabbed a finger towards the door and waited.

It took him a few seconds to register her meaning, but once he did, Gran Torino’s seething faltered and sputtered out. He looked caught off-guard by the blatant dismissal. And for a second, he checked on Yagi, who remained blissfully, ignorantly asleep. There was something desperate, something wounded in the lines of his frown--but that wasn’t Chiyo’s problem.

��Visiting hours are over,” she said, finally.

He nodded, mute, and left.

[sleepymccoy]

I've spent my morning reading my own fics cos I know I follow up the hurt with comfort!! So here's a link

Oh, Crowley

Includes what is now canon level miscommunications and disasters. Lots of talking badly and being sad. Here's a (highly edited to keep it short) snippet from the start of the fic to whet your appetite

"I don't have a chance with you, do I?" Aziraphale asked. His eyes were wide. He stood a step above Crowley, closer to the door, protected from the few brave and errant drops by Crowley. Crowley's back grew wet for it.

Crowley's heart thumped. "What?"

Aziraphale's fingertips brushed Crowley's cheek, then pressed hesitantly against his jaw. Aziraphale's thumb, soft but worked enough by book pages to have hints of use in its pad, touched Crowley's lower lip and dragged gently, shaking.

Then Aziraphale withdrew.

"Angel," Crowley croaked, although he had no idea what to say, how to discuss anything any more, "are you- ?"

Regret flashed across Aziraphale's face, then settled into place there. His lips trembled in something more like sorrow, but that didn't stick around. The regret remained. "I apologise, dear boy," Aziraphale whispered. "A bit too much champagne, I think. Makes everything a little rose-hued, don't you find?"

Aziraphale looked down, shuffled his feet, adjusted his cuffs, then turned to the door. "Let me know when next suits you for dinner."

The door opened quickly, but closed gently, leaving Crowley alone in the rain.

[ailaghast]

I (think I) AM MAKING PROGRESS

[pencilofawesomeness]

Hey pencil, how are you doing? are you still burned out? I just miss your HTRYDS because it is a refreshing take on FT that addresses things that are overlooked? eg Jellal getting proper help and having a life and relationships outside his past.

Hi! Thanks for checking in! I'm alive, and my writing mojo took a longer vacation than I would have liked, but it started coming back in the last couple of months. Unfortunately, for the wrong things, but I have long since learned that I have to let the happy brain chemicals do their thing on whatever project(s) gave the random inspiration burst before I can reign them in.

I am working on the next chapter of Runaways, and it is coming along, but I'm probably going to wait until I have at least two or three chapters done before I start posting again. To keep the rest of the arc's update time consistent, hopefully. (And if I don't come back with Runaways soon, I absolutely plan on getting out a side story or two for @ft-platonicweek because I have ideas~ :3)

And awwww thank you anon! I'm glad over people enjoy me picking out details of FT I find interesting and under utilized and going ham lol. Like with Jellal—he's such an interesting character, and even more so when he can be relatively stable and not a sad boi incarnate. Not that he's not prime sad boi stick target material but... I digress XD

[mumpsetc]

Object Show Team Thats Functionally a Death Cult. Every Episode They Try to Die in a Way That Completely and Totally Obliterates Them No Chance of Recovery Only to Be Forcefully Wrenched Back Into The Mortal Coil. The Anti Death Pact.

[daz4i]

why is my life only doctor appointments. i hate it here

[system-of-a-feather]

Honestly at this point 85% or more of the time I am fused with XIV to be, well XIV (2.5, 3.0 potentially pending) and thats how I like it cause we like it that way, but what with our decision to throw the idea of fusion / split permanency out the window and say fuck that, we unfuse every now and again

And today Im just taking the body for a "joyride" (Chunn definition means getting a drink and finding a nice place to sit and look at trees and clouds) + therapy cause the body is having post-vaccination under the weather and Rikus super sensitice to being sick

However, XIV can't (he *can* but its harder for him to stick to the front and not recommended) front when we are sick cause hes prone to not realizing the body's limits and pushing it as hes a pretty extreme/intense guy especially when we arent fused.

But you know who can? Me, Chunn. So its one of those moments where we actually are stronger seperate and I go "... aight Ill operate on my own for the first time in like 3 or 4 weeks lol"

It's a good time and honestly we love the lack of permanency in all the fusion splitting crap

"Final fusion isnt worth it cause you can just split again"

Yeah bitch thats the point.

-Chunn

[unwelcome-ozian]

Trauma bonding/trauma bond: A type of attachment that one can feel toward someone who’s causing them trauma. It may include simultaneous feelings of sympathy, compassion and love, as well as confusion. It often traps a survivor with an abuser indefinitely because, while it feels like genuine feelings of compassion, it’s actually manipulation on the part of the abuser that’s causing the survivor to stay attached or leave and then return again.

[bardicbird]

i love it when the recommended treatment for specific brand of my mental disorder is just to stop having the disorder 👍 thanks ill try my best.

[arnold-layne]

lost a file with a complete test task for an agency…. it just disappeared. it isnt even in my downloads even though i vividly remember editing it so How isnt it in there????

[wonder-worker]

that feeling when you want to write a long post ranting discussing something you feel especially strongly about but you're just. too Tired to actually sit down and do it