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pttwice · 7 months

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n!d twice hc (3/3 dachaetzu)

to the anon who requested a nd!twice hc, i have tried my best! if there's anything else you would want to see or something else like this just send a request my way and i'll try my best :)

nd!dahyun (1)

dahyun has ocd and it usually presents itself in checking and intrusive thoughts

sometimes even if she's early to get somewhere, she'll still be late because she spent 10 minutes checking and rechecking that she turned all the lights off and unplugged anything dangerous

even though they're quite annoying and make her brain hurt, sometimes she has funny intrusive thoughts like "what if i just ate a whole bag of cheese" until she ate a little bit of cheese

most of the time her intrusive thoughts aren't as friendly. she tells momo since her brain has justified that she’s the most trustworthy — all the girls are trustworthy but her brain is just picking momo — and so momo tells her that (for example) touching the burning hot stove really isn't good and it would hurt a lot

dahyun can have very hard days to get through when her checking and intrusive thoughts overlap. it could be something like if she doesn't check if the stove is off (despite not using it the whole day) then her whole family will get hurt

the members are all really patient with dahyun if they need to leave somewhere but dahyun has to go back and check things a few times. they've learned to add in extra time just so dahyun can comfortably check things

nd!chaeyoung

chaeyoung has add and although she really really struggled with it when she was little, she does a lot better with it now, especially since her members are all really patient with her and always willing to help her

she worries a lot about what people think of her and her unnies have to remind her that she's lovely in every way. sometimes all it takes is a little pep talk and she's feeling better, but sometimes a member sits with her and just holds her until she feels okay

she loves making her art, but since the v live whenever they were first starting out, she still feels a little self conscious of it. she's afraid that people won't like it or think that she's not a fun person

even though they can be complete opposites, nayeon is chaeyoung's favorite to talk to whenever she's having a hard day. she thinks her unnie listens really well and always offers really good advice and good hugs

whenever she's stressed out, it's really hard for chaeyoung to focus on anything. practice is especially hard. her unnies are there for her though to gently encourage her so she can make it through a whole song before taking a break

she has trouble focusing on little details with the dances, but after a few on the side lessons with momo, she slowly makes it through them. with her art though, she's able to add in fine details even if she can only draw for a few minutes before moving on to the next thing

nd!tzuyu (1, 2, 3)

tzuyu is autistic! and she also absolutely adores her mamas nayeon and jeongyeon when she's little (she loves them when she's big as well)

tzuyu is like a little puppy who needs a little extra special care. she can be very talkative and happy about her special interests but gets overwhelmed really easily

whenever she's in front of cameras, she's not very talkative because she's afraid she's going to mess up and embarrass herself and this usually leads to a meltdown because she overthinks

tzuyu loves soft things. her blanket, her sutffed puppy Poppy, and especially her weighted blanket. whenever she's big, tzuyu uses a 20 pound weighted blanket. whenever she's little she only uses a 10 pound weighted blanket because her mamas want to make sure the pressure and weight isn't too much

her special interests are dogs, bread, and pokémon! she could go on for hours about dogs especially if you let her because they're cute and soft and cool and... just perfect

her meltdowns range from mild to severe. if it's a mild one, it's fairly easy for any of the members to help her calm down. if her meltdown is more severe and she's hurting herself by hitting her head on the floor or biting herself, 2yeon have to step in

little autistic!tzuyu absolutely adores her mamas. they always love and cuddle her and make her feel safe. they call her sweet names and even though she's not supposed to, jeongyeon gives her ice cream before bed (an extra one for tzu because she has a special place in my heart)

#nd!twice hc #joon writes hcs 🦖

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oberthinkin · 1 year

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I know the other littles aren’t going to be upset that you’re little now, you did a very good job in taking care of all of them, but you gotta take care of yourself too. I’m sorry your baba hasn’t been delivered. You know what might help? Grabbing any and all stuffies in arm’s reach and giving them a big squeeze. I’m sure if your daddies could they’d be rubbing warm lotion on your back to help soothe your aches and pains. Grab your paci and put on some nice music or cartoons or even a nice baby stim/sensory video.

I can’t find my favourite stuffie… :’{{

I dunno where he is… I’m cuddlin my others stuffies but I miss him >n< TAT

I’m doin the other stuff… :’c

Listenjn to music and paci and cuddling sutfes with hot pad so back doesn hurt.

Thank you

#neg regression #negative regression #my stuffies #bruno my stuffie

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leopopudding · 5 years

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plush support system

#hes my sutffed animal in my last self drawing #doodles #eyestrain #digital #painting

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theyshapedlikefriends · 2 years

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this is less ofa request and more of a statement . octopus stuffed animals are my favourite thing on earth i have the huge sized odell jellycat octopus im obsessed with it even though its too big for me to hug. im trying to start an octopus sutffed animal collection. i have 9 of them and i hope to be buried in octopus someday

Awesome! I personally want to be buried in crab plushies myself

I just love this animal... the crap...

#ask

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minhynug · 7 years

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#ohy my fuckigng god i sjut went thru my mark dttag tryign 2 calm myself down 1st of all it ddidnt work #2nd of all ............i rly hhope none f yall read my tags oh ym fucjgng god i cant. icant shut up can i #i rly become s o soft 4 mark nd say the DUMBEst sutf pBLEase hwy havent half of u blocked me #n ewayz im gna. go prepare for the sat now but like. reminder i love mark so much .thts all bye #tbd

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sincerelysamedt · 4 years

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hiii dropping in to share that i stumbled upon a super cute kiss prompt list & now i’m thinking of pre-relationship killugon where they’re roommates (omg they were /roommates/) & Gon’s in a rush one morning, running late for something, & Killua casually reminds him not to forget his lunch & as he hands it to him Gon pauses just long enough to take it, absently thank him, & then gives him a quick kiss—like it’s the most Natural Thing—before running out the door & Killua just. combusts lol

Hang on, my brain just rebooted. MIAH. JUST. THIS IS SO CUUTE?? Gon rushing through shit bcos he is a disaster three-quarters of the time, plucking the same jacket Killua hates, sutffing hus backpack haphazardly, oh no he's going to be late, he's going to be late, maybe to meet Mito or maybe for a class, and Killua just goes, "Oi, dumbass, lunch." and Gon grins, life-saving Killua, grabs the pack, and kisses Killua on the cheek before running off. He realizes what he did as he gets on his bike and almost crashes into a tree. He frantically texts Killua to apologize but Killua is too busy burning alive to even read them. "I- You- You just- Did you?" "I- I might have- I didn't mean- I'm so sorry." "Do-Don't apologize." Gon thinks Killua has forgiven him. He's relieved but also a little embarrasssed. He has to have better control, he can't slip up like that with Killua again, no matter how much he- Warm lips press against his mouth, fast and fleeting. Killua pulls back and smiles. "Welcome home, dumbass." (ROOMMATE CONTENT ROOMMATE CONTENT PINING ROOMMATE CONTENT SHENANIGANS~ Thank you for the Ask, Miah~)

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imjustasmith · 2 years

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Now will I end, that do imagine I talk still with you, and therefore loathly say farewell ôô, though ever I pray God bless you from all harm, and save you from all foes with my millions of legion of thanks for all your pains and cares.

As you know, ever the same, E.R.

#elizabeth i #robert dudley #queen elizabeth i #earl of leicester #elizabeth tudor #becomingelizabethedit #becoming elizabeth #i could write poesy with their letters #we know they loved colors but they even matched in black and for their wedding/breakout portrairs #my sutf #k:centuries

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treetopsabove · 3 years

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i love how me and d are quite alike but also im like waaaaa gwagwa sutf amil look at me with my teddy bear and golden retriever beanie baby and hes like................. so mature idk

#doppio post #age regressed #d post?#d post #idk hes mentioned may as well #when im fronting hes usually co #and vice versa #did/osdd #baby talk #typing quirk #IS TYPING LIKE A LITTLE BABY A TYPING QUIRK

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yugyeomish · 7 years

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look at his sweater paws!!!!!!!!

#KJANSFK kiNG OF SWEATER PAWS!!!#honestly hes already giant in k clothing sizes and #yet they still always have him in oversized sutf im akjsnfdka #my soft puppy!!!!#yugyeom

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adamsnowflakeofficial · 4 years

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I swear I’ll always love you Mia Carter....

#lgbt #saftey pins on my ankles #compulsive ink #diyonsus frost #my sutf #indie #music

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spn-rewrites · 5 years

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01x10 (part 3)

Season One Episode Ten: Asylum

Summary: a fake phone call, a stupid decision and an unexpected ending

Word Count: 2.3k

The four of you walked the halls, looking for an exit but all of them were sealed shut the same way that the door was sealed shut when Kat was inside the exam room. Sam tugged and pushed on all of the doors and eventually, you decided to go to the doors you guys came in through. Those doors were a guaranteed exit, right?

“So Y/N said you guys know about all this ghost stuff because it’s your job, right?” Kat asked as you walked the quiet halls.

“Yeah,” Sam confirmed.

“Why would you want a job like that?” She asked the same question you asked yourself every time you ended up in a place like this.

“I had a crappy guidance counselor,” Sam joked but his voice was emotionless and focused.

“And Dean, is he your boss?” She asked, directed towards Sam. You had to laugh at her question, getting a glare from Sam.

“No,” Sam said.

“Yes,” you said, getting another glare but it was well worth it. Sam shook his head at you as you finally got to the doors you came in through and Sam pushed and pulled on those ones just as he did the other ones and still, no luck. He sighed.

“We have a problem,” Sam mumbled.

“Let’s just break it down,” Gavin suggested.

“That’s not going to work,” you told him. You knew that it wasn’t just a coincidence that all the doors were sealed shut and no amount of strength would open them.

“Then a window,” Gavin said.

“They’re barred,” you reminded him, shooting down his ideas once again.

“Then how are we supposed to get out?”

“That’s the point,” Sam finally said. He was quiet, thinking. “We’re not. There’s something in here. It doesn’t want us to leave,” he said.

“The patients?” Kat asked, referring to the ones that you saw earlier.

“No, something else,” Sam said, a sinister tone to his voice that gave you the chills and you knew in your gut that he meant the spirits that were causing all those deaths. Whatever was in that room Dean was looking for, was going to help you stop them. “There’s no other way out,” Sam said.

“What the hell are we going to do?” Gavin asked, frantic and looking around the place like maybe he could find an exit you and Sam couldn’t.

“Well, we’re not going to panic,” you told him just as Sam’s phone started to ring. “We’re gonna figure out what’s in room 137 and stop whatever is keeping us here, okay?” You tried to keep them calm but you could hear Dean’s voice on the other end of the phone, competely not calm. He was yelling for Sam to come to the room. He said he could see it. He said it was coming after him.

“I’m on my way,” Sam said and hung up the phone with Dean. “Y/n, take the shotgun, If anything comes near you three, shoot. Okay?” Sam said, taking the gun off his back and handing it to you. You nodded at him, taking the gun. The adrenaline you felt earlier was completley gone now and your hands were shaking until Sam’s brushed against them. “Be careful,” he said.

“Duh, you too,” you tried to joke through your heart racing and you gave him a fake

smile. His eyes lingered on yours for a moment before taking off down the hall. You stood in front of Kat and Gavin like a body gaurd, ready to shoot anything that would come near them.

“What is that going to do?” Kat asked.

“It’s filled with rock salt. It’ll stop the spirits for a while. Won’t kill them but it’ll keep them away from us,” you explained to her. Kat nodded and curled into herself and you could tell they were scared so you had to be less scared. For them.

Gavin started pacing back and forth and Kat sat down on the ground, couching so if she had to get up to run, she could. It was quiet and there wasn’t much going on which was good for them but it made you wonder if that meant there was a lot going on in the basement where Sam went.

“Hey Gavin, he we make it out of here alive, we are so breaking up,” Kat said to her boyfriend, making you chuckle a little bit until there was a loud bang. You brought the gun up, ready to shoot at whatever it was but it was just Dean.

“What are you guys still doing here? Where’s Sam?” He asked as you lowered the gun down. He was walking towards you, eyes jumping from each person looking for his brother.

“He got a call from you a few minutes ago? You said he needed to come to the basement because you saw the thing that was making everyone crazy? He left to go find you,” you told him, slowly becoming more worried by the second because if Dean didn’t call him, who did?

“I didn’t call him,” Dean said.

“He said it was you, Dean,” you emphasized. Dean sighed and grabbed the gun from your hands.

“Keep an eye on them, y/n. I’ll go get him.” Dean nodded towards you and then turn to go the way he came,

“I want to go with you!” You called out for him but Dean sent you a look over his shoulder that you knew all too well.

“You’ve gotta stay here. They need you. I’ll get him, I promise,” Dean said as he kept walking and rounded the corner and disappeared. You sighed, clenching your jaw.

“So I got it wrong when I said Dean was your boyfriend, huh? It’s Sam,” Kat said, smiling at you depsite the curcumstances.

“Neither of them are my boyfriend, okay?” You whispered to her, leaning against the dirty wall with your fingers in your hair. The feeling you had now, of helplessness and worry and sheer panic was the exact reason you made Dean start taking you on hunts instead of leaving you at the hotel room.

You would sit on the bed, rocking back and forth and changing the channel every two seconds. You would open and shut the same magazine twenty times, not reading a single word all because you were too worried about what was happening to him.

Then he would come home, bruised and bloody and you would freak out even more until he smiled at you with blood on his teeth and make you feel better. The panic you were feeling now, though, was different than that. It was harder and scarier.

“Okay, um, you guys stay here,” you finally stood up and pointed towards Kat and Gavin. You were going to go find Sam yourself because you can’t just sit here and wait.

“What? You can’t leave us!” Gavin argued.

“Yes, I can. Stay put,” you ordered. You ran down the hallway and all the hallways after that until you found the basement stairs. The stairs echoed as you trotted down them, watching your step because at the pace you were going you could easily miss one and fall.

You heard grunting and muffled voices and you followed them. You heard a thud and Dean’s voice and then nothing. You saw a light shining and then Dean. “Hey, where’s Sam?” You asked, causing him to jump and shine the light in your face.

“I could have shot you, you know!” Dean hissed at you. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t just sit up there! Where is he?” You asked as Dean motioned you to come to his side and you did. He grabbed your elbow and pulled you close to him as he looked around frantically.

“I found Ellicott’s journals. Apparently, he was expirementing on his patients. Making them as angry as they could be, thinking that it would then go away and they’d be cured or whatever from their homocidal tendacies. It only made things worse and that’s why they rioted and I think that it’s Ellicott’s spirit that’s causing these deaths. He’s making these people so angry they kill,” Dean explained as he walked. “I think Ellicott got to Sammy. He tried to kill me,” he said.

“What?” You exclaimed.

“I knocked him out, he’s over there,” Dean pointed the light towards the corner where Sam’s body was propped up against the wall, his eyes closed and head hanging down. Dean looked at the angry, shocked, worried expression on your face and shrugged. “He was going to shoot me,” he defended.

“So what are we looking for? His body?” You asked.

“Yeah, this room was some sort of secret exam room where he did the expirments. I think it’s where the patients took his body and hid it. Probably did some really messed up things to him, too,” Dean said, raising his eyebrows. “You really shouldn’t be done here,” he said.

“I know.”

“He could have gotten you, too,” Dean said as he moved old, stained curtains out of the way with his gun. You nodded and looked around at the tables. You looked for anywhere they could have sutffed a body and that’s when you saw the cabinets.

“There,” you pointed. Dean nodded and kneeled down on the ground, hesitating for a moment to open it. You sighed and grabbed the handle yourself and whipped it open, only to be hit with the rancid smell of a decaying body. You and Dean coughed, covering your nose and mouth. “Well, there he is,” you joked, your voice muffled from your arm covering it. The smell was enough to make you vomit.

“That’s just gross,” Dean said. You opened up the bag, grabbing the lighter fluid and handing it to Dean. He opened it and started covering the body with it. “Can’t believe they stuffed him in a cabinet,” he said.

“They were psycho’s,” you deadpanned. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the dead body and the only reason you did was because an exam table flew across the room, knocking Dean on his back.

Ellicott’s body crawled on top of Dean’s, his fingers on his temple. “Don’t be afraid, I’m going to help you,” the spirit said as Dean groaned out in pain. Snap out of it, you thought to yourself as your eyes were glued to Dean and Ellicott. You thought of the body. The body covered with lighter fluid and then your eyes landed on the match. You lit it, throwing it on Ellicott’s body.

He removed himself from Dean, stood up, and then combusted. You covered your eyes as he went up in flames and then, nothing. Dean pushed himself up against the wall and you ran to him. “Are you okay?” You asked. He nodded, rubbing his side where the exam table hit.

“Sam,” he mumbled. You turned to the corner where Dean propped Sam’s body. He was awake and looking around dazed and confused. “You’re not gonna try and kill me again, are you?” Dean asked him, chuckling. He tried to get up but groaned out in pain.

“Let me help,” you offered. He put his arm in your hands and you pulled him up off the ground.

“No,” Sam said.

“Good, that would be awkward,” Dean joked.

The doors were no longer sealed shut and you three made your way to Kat and Gavin and then outside without a problem. After you bid your goodbyes to the kids, Sam turned to Dean and offered an apology. “I said some really awful things back there,” he said.

You didn’t know what happened before you showed up and you didn’t want to know. Sam had a lot of built up anger towards his brother and father and maybe even towards you and you wanted nothing to do with it.

“You remember it?” Dean sounded shocked. Like how a person doesn’t remember what they do while being possessed but Sam wasn’t possessed. All his anger just came flooding to the surface. It was him.

“Yeah but I couldn’t control it. I didn’t mean any of it,” Sam said.

“You didn’t, huh?”

“Of course not,” Sam said, shocked that Dean would ever think otherwise but if what Dean said was true about what Ellicott was doing then he must have meant some of it, deep down. Whatever it was. “Do we need to talk about this?” Sam asked.

“No. I’m not really in the sharing and caring kin dof mood,” Dean said, getting into the Impala. You let out a sigh and prepared for another car ride filled with tension and arguing. You wished that they could just let out all the things that were making them upset and be over it because you were done playing referee.

The ride to the hotel was quiet and quick and Dean fell asleep with no problem but Sam was tossing and turning in bed next to you, also keeping you awake. “Sam, stop it,” you cried, turning your back to him.

“Look at me,” he whispered. You sighed and did what he asked. Your faces only inches apart but you tried to ignore that and ignore his sleepy eyes and husky voice and messy hair. “You really think Dean thinks I meant that stuff I said?” He sounded sad.

“I don’t know what you said, Sam. So I can’t really say,” you admitted.

“I don’t want to get into it,” he sighed, laying on his back and looking up to the ceiling. “I just hate fighting with him. I hate all the awkwardness.”

“Me too,” you chuckled. Sam smiled and looked at you, his chin resting on his shoulder.

“Thanks,” he whispered. “For everything.” You nodded and Sam licked his lips and you guys were still so close and his head leaned down a little bit, getting closer and closer to you and his eyes were dancing from your eyes to your lips and this was it, you screaming in your head. He was going to kiss you. His lips were almost touching yours when the phone rang and you jumped and Sam turned to look at his brother, who was dead asleep.

“Get it,” you said. Sam grabbed the phone off of the nightstand. “Hello?” You couldn’t hear what was happening on the other line but Sam shot straight up. “Dad?”

tagged: @matchamendes @stuckupstucky @sillydecoy @jessewa26 @kaelyn-lobrutto24@liztorr1212 @icanreadbookstoo rachael-mae

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laurasroyalblog · 5 years

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I don't know if this will make sense because it's not something I like talking about as it makes me unwell but this talk about awareness made me think about how we're actively encouraged to find coping mechanisms that make us feel good and how my way of coping was an eating disorder. This is how I was affected, there's infinite ways one can suffer because of it and if you're not well your brain won't recognize that your coping mechanism isn't good. I don't know what people want.

I wasn’t well. I wanted to stop hearing the things I heard and I was desperate to find a way to put up with stuff, I kept hearing about coping and all that motivational stuff and my brain’s answer was to starve myself and that’s what I did. To most people it’s obviously stupid and dangerous but to me it worked so well, there was no way what I was doing to myself was bad. I don’t know how to explain, that’s just what happened, that’s what we deal with. Just writing this has me shaking.

So when we say these comments are hurtful because they make us look like weak idiots who can’t see the obvious truth and because we know someone out there will interpret them the way we did, we aren’t making stuff up. I just…I don’t know. Do they think we like getting triggered by people sutffing their face with food? That’s what happens to me. As I said I don’t know if this makes sense, feel free to ignore if it doesn’t I don’t want to read it again, but I hope you’ll understand.

First of all, wow. I’m so humbled that you shared this so candidly. I’m honored that you trust me, and I think it’s so brave that you did.

I don’t have the same coping mechanisms that you did, but I think people sometimes forget how important word choice is with mental illness. Until I went to therapy, I’d never heard that my cutting wasn’t the issue. I was told just to hold on and things would get better eventually. I was told to try things like snapping a rubber band. I’m not saying that to certain people in certain situations this wouldn’t help, but for me it was so detrimental and it sounds like you had a similar experience.

The underlying condition is a reality we have. Through therapy and/or medication we can develop better coping skills for our reality, but it’s our reality. I think people don’t understand how Harry’s past comments have affected some of us, and they don’t see the little wording choices in the Instagram caption that are worrisome and problematic.

I understand that some people are more open to this than I am and are taking a more wait and see approach. What I don’t understand are people dismissing our concerns, ignoring/distorting what we said, or are flat out being hateful.

I just want to reiterate again how humbled i am that you sent this to me. I am so sorry that you are enduring all of this. It’s so brave of you to bare your experiences here. I think it’s important that you did because it shows another experience and perspective. I can imagine that it might’ve been nerve wracking to share all this, but I’m so so glad you did.

#answered #tw eating problems #tw eating disorder #royal #royals #british royal family #prince harry #duke of sussex #mental health #mental illness

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