[starts thinking about how for over 10+ years yuri was constantly pushing himself to grow up faster and to exceed others' expectations like when he was a literal infant he just kept telling his grandpa he could do better and he was fine without his mom and as a teenager he told lilia he would give her his entire soul and body to win but even that required him doing routines that he didn't necessarily enjoy and otabek is the only person who's never made him feel like he has to prove himself or be anyone other than who he is bc from the very start he's always viewed him as an equal and fully respected him so yuri can finally act his age and do what he wants to do and canonically otabek and yuri have a loving, supportive friendship that could one day set the grounds for a healthy relationship]
Disclaimer: These are based on my own experiences and what I’ve read of other people’s experiences. I am not a doctor, nor do I represent anyone but myself who experiences dissociation/depersonalization/derealization. Some of these points may assume an abled body, as that is the type of body I have and am familiar with. Tier 0 also assumes no other mental/neurological disorders, which is untrue to my own brain but used for simplicity’s sake. Very simplistic list in general, mainly due to it being a list.
No brain fog.
No visual fog.
Senses are generally clear.
Reflection is recognizable.
Friends and family are recognizable.
When you touch something, you feel it immediately.
Everything is the correct distance away.
You can walk easily.
You can speak and easily understand yourself.
You can easily understand others when they speak.
You can multitask.
You are not detached from the world in any way.
Memory is mostly consistent.
Mild brain fog.
Visual fog is minimal or nonexistent.
Some other senses may be dulled, such as smell.
You know your reflection is your reflection, but you may not have a connection to it.
You can recognize your friends and family, but you might have to think about it.
Sense of touch may have minimal lag.
The floor may seem closer or further than normal.
The world in general may seem too close or too far, but not debilitatingly so.
Walking may require some focus.
Voice may feel thick in your mouth, but no one else seems concerned.
Other people’s voices may seem far away or too loud.
Multitasking is difficult, but doable.
You’re slightly detached from the world.
Memories are harder to hold on to.
Moderate brain fog; thinking is becoming difficult.
The world may seem significantly grayer or fuzzier.
Other senses are dulled to some degree.
You cognitively know your reflection is supposed to be you, but it doesn’t seem right.
You can’t immediately recognize your friends and family. They could be who you think they are, but you aren’t sure.
When you touch something, a lag of about a second or more occurs before you recognize any feeling, or even that you touched anything at all.
All distances are wrong. The floor is wrong, objects are wrong, other people are wrong, etc.
You need to focus to get one place to another.
Other people may notice differences in your speech. You might not be able to.
You aren’t always sure people are speaking the same language as any you know. You might ask them to repeat themselves more than once.
You can do one task at most without extreme difficulty and/or slowness.
You feel as though you and the world are on separate planes.
You can’t remember much from these points in time. You might even have “lost time.”
You’ve lost all memory of this point.
Friends say you acted off, but that’s all you know.
People always ask why I like Frisk so much and I just ???? How do ppl NOT like Frisk ? They’re all-in-one and its too tempting to resist.
On one hand they’re anything any player could mold and shape - 100% ambiguous. They have no specific number for an age attached to them and their gender is never specified. Their expression is blank in a way that doesn’t showcase many specific features like a nose or eye color. They’re the perfect blank slate. They can be tall, short, medium, skinny, fat, nonbinary, female, male, child, teen, adult, tomboyish, girly… And they’re still Frisk. How incredible? Its like the fandom has 1 huge shareable OC !! Frisk can be completely different from you or your reflection, anything goes!
On the other hand they’re not the player but their own character. Act menu selections are very vague but Frisk’s choice of action isn’t. Wiggling their hips with moldsmals ? Taking 5 minutes to cook ramen propperly even in the middle of a battle? Patient smiles? Flirting with your mom? Making constant expressions that other characters describe? Frisk is INTERESTING.
Moldsmal: *sexy wiggle*
Frisk: why not
How is that not interesting. How is that boring. How is that not lovable.
Frisk, to me, is perfect. They’re the right amount of blank to fit any headcanon appearance or backstory but they’re also the right amount of “protag” to where their personality is laid out as a base and proves to be INVOLVED and cute and I just…
Frisk is for the people. For me, and i’m flattered that they are. I love them and I love other people’s Frisks as much as my own… Pls, no more “boring” labels. There’s just unexplored potential and nothing less.
some songs to listen 2 if ur close to having an anxiety attack
i’ve always had issues w/ anxiety attacks and if available, i love to listen to music to calm me down - so i wanted to put a tiny list of songs together that chill me out when i feel overwhelmed and upset.
feel free to add any songs that make you feel good if u wanna!!!
that Izuku never stopped taking notes and filling notebook after notebook with
information about the heroes he encounters. Even though he may be an aspiring
hero now, it’s a habit, born out of his natural curiosity and his life-long
longing to become like his heroes.
classmates notice how Izuku can often be seen bent over his notes, scribbling
away furiously while muttering to himself. But when they ask him what he’s
doing, Izuku just blushes, covers his notes with both hands or stuffs them into
his bag, mumbling a hasty excuse and changes the subject.
they live together at the dorms now, its inevitable that the children learn
more about each other. Little secrets, habits… Like Kouda owning a pet bunny,
Iida keeping spare glasses and Tokoyami’s true edginess.
one day, Izuku leaves one of his notebooks lying around where the others find
course, a few of the children are far too curious for their own good. Finally,
they have the chance to learn a bit more about Midoriya - because even though
Izuku is a great friend and a little sunshine, he doesn’t talk much about
though a few - like Uraraka and Yayorozu - protest, the others decide to read
through the notebook.
initial excitement vanishes as they skim through the first pages. A few pages
later, all of class 1-A have gathered around the notebook, looking over each
other’s shoulders to see.
had taken notes about them. Detailed notes about each of his classmates and his
children are speechless about it. Normally, it would be strange or unsettling
when someone takes detailed notes about a person without that person knowing.
But this notebook… There is so much work and love put into it. The sketches
tell of love for the detail and great observation skills, while the notes next
to those sketches speak about the adoration and admiration Izuku holds for his
classmates and his teacher.
children are not unsettled or angry because of the notebook.
are touched by it.
Tsuyu who points out that there is one hero that is not to be found in the
the class 1-A decides that they have to finish the notebook.
takes them a few days. They are not as used or skilled at this as Izuku, and
they are twenty people who first have to agree on what they do before they
actually do it.
after discussing about it, the children let their teacher in on it, too.
Might spits blood and almost cries at the sight of the notebook, while Aizawa
just stares at it, trying not to show any emotion.
of them agree to help.
all the while, is distressed because he can’t find his precious notes. The
other try to calm him down, promising to help him look for it before they
their work is done, the whole class gathers in the living room one morning.
They drag Toshinori - who insists that they did the most work and he did next
to nothing so they should do this without him - and Aizawa with them. Izuku is
out, doing his laps around the house like he does every morning.
he comes back, he startles at the sight of twenty-two people waiting in the
living room. He greets them with a crooked smile, intending to walk past them
and to the bathroom to take a shower, but his friends call him back because
they want to show him something.
Izuku shuffles into the room, his friends instantly push the long-missed
notebook into his hands, grinning excitedly at him.
blinks in confusion, then realization. In quick succession, he goes from
embarrassment that his notebook had been seen by them all over to confusion as
to why they had hidden it from him the last few days.
classmates grin at each other, before Kirishima explains, “We had to add
something in there.”
you added something to my notes?!” Izuku doesn’t know if he should be shocked
or even a bit angry. He skims through the pages, trying to find the changes his
friends had made.
he reaches the last few pages of the book, all breath leaves him. He stares,
and stares, unable to understand what he sees there in front of him.
big, bold letters, the title of the pages reads Midoriya Izuku.
and continuing on the next pages, there are crooked sketches – not as good as
his, but done with love – of Izuku in different positions and outfits. A few
photo had been added – Izuku recognizes the ones All Might had taken of him
during their ten months of training.
there are notes, notes over notes, observations they others had made while with
him, comments of what they think about him. All of it is detailed and entirely
positive, telling stories of how high their meaning of Izuku is.
is still staring silently, his brain had shut down at some point, screeched to
an abrupt halt.
is some shuffling, whispering and nudging, and finally, Toshinori speaks up –
pressured by the children and Aizawa to do so. He clears his throat and
explains, “Your friends… no, we figured
that your notes were, in fact, incomplete.”
looks up at him, eyes wide and unbelieving.
smiles at him, a beaming smile that even surpasses that of his All Might-persona.
“You forgot one of the greatest heroes. We couldn’t just leave it like that,
the moment where Izuku breaks down and starts crying. Tears of happiness stream
down his face as he clutches the notebook to his chest and says “Thank you,
thank you so much” over and over, not knowing at whom he should address his thanks
first out of all of them.
is some shouting and then laughter as his friends surge forward to try and calm
Izuku down, patting him on the back, hanging onto his arms and pulling him into
tight hugs. Ruffling his hair and telling him that it’s okay, they had fun
cry,” they tell him, soothingly.
smile for us, Izuku.”
does, still sniffling and teary-eyed and the notebook almost crumpling in his
tight grip, but he beams at them in that unique way that makes everyone smile
most likely the best present they could have ever given him.