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Autism and Maladaptive Daydreaming

If you are autistic, you might also recognize this experience;

You have recently found a new hyperfixation and it's making you so happy to spend time on it. But after an unspecified amount of time, it starts to kind of infiltrate your thoughts even when you're not engaging with it directly.

Whenever you're not engaging with the hyperfixation directly, it still somehow takes over your brain. You imagine yourself doing the thing you hyperfixate on. Or making up whole storylines and fantasy worlds connected to your hyperfixation.

Let's say you, for example... Play a game called Palia. And it's been a month and a half. You've played almost every single day since you started and you even see parts of it in your dreams. And there was this one character, lets give him a stupid fictional name... Teth, and you at first didnt really mind him.

But then you decided to explore the romancing function/storyline with this... Teth. And now, a few weeks and dozens of fanfics later, it is actively causing you to imagine him everywhere, going with you in your day to day life. You came up with a reason why he would be invisable in your life. But you can still sort of imagine him hovering around you at all times. You talk to him when you're alone. Its giving you butterflies thinking about him and listening to his voice lines and reading fanfics, even trying a character ai just to satisfy that craving for a connection with a person who doesnt exist.

And now, it's starting to weigh on you. It's not as fun anymore. The butterflies hurt your stomach and make you anxious, the anxiety is causing you stomach problems. And every chance you get, you imagine different scenarios with him for hours on end, leaving no room or energy for other hobbies or people.

The daydreaming has become maladaptive. It wont leave you alone, you feel like you're always being watched and silently judged, even though you know damn well you are alone in your room eith the curtains closed and the door locked. The pressure to mask and be perfect even when you're alone is slicing your energy in half. Some days are worse than others, but especially at night, the nervousness descends on you as your thoughts obsess over "Teth".

Some part of you likes it, because it's the thrill of a new obsession, a new hyperfixation. But another part wants it to stop, to be able to calm down and unmask when the game is not on and I- I mean you are alone.

This is a real experience for over 45% of autistic people. Making up stories and daydreaming extensively to escape into a world where we might have just a little mote control over life. You might think to yourself "ugh, so creepy" but I implore you to reframe that thought. This often happens involuntarily. Autistics dont often know its gonna be this bad. We think its all in good fun or just feel like chasing that good dopamine for a while. But sometimes, it just gets so out of hand, beyond our control.

Anyway, this was about me and my current experience dealing with Maladaptive Daydreaming. Ive always done it, but it gets worse when Im not completely happy or some needs go unmet. Im obsessed with Palia and that soup-loving, doofus of a man has creeped into my head and is conducting illegal things in there. It's becoming a problem and he needs to skedaddle.

If you have any questions about this though, feel free to ask. (Tho I dont answer rude ones)

To Kiss a Vagrant

No wonder they called it the river of the dead; the area beyond possessed just as much life as a mummy in a tomb.

Not even the blades of grass moved here.

You trudged up a hill; the only sound was your lungs shuddering for breath.

You stopped at the summit of the steep slope you managed to tread atop. You pulled out your Sheikah Slate, noticing the blinking dot on the map now a lot closer than an hour ago.

"Perfect. I should arrive just before the sun sets."

You tucked it back into your knapsack, which had sunk slightly off of your shoulder blades. Hoisting it back up, you pressed forward.

In the far-off distance you could see sharp stone hoardings stabbing the clouds.

That was your destination.

The ruins of the infamous Temple of Time.

As predicted, the sun began to droop beneath the horizon. The mangled ruins of the temple of time had managed to swallow away any of its remaining radiance. As you entered the temple your finger traced against the cobblestones of the doorway, the history tangible against your touch. Ahead, a giant goddess statue stood surveillance.

If your research was correct, beneath it would be treasure. Enough treasure to help your starving family whose fate hate been determined by the advent of the great calamity. There was a reason you chose the ruins of the Temple of Time and not those of Hyrule Castle Town, where you once lived.

First, you knew looters had already picked it over. Second, you couldn't bear to see the shreds of a life you would never live again decimated around your feet.

Well, then there was the fact there were still guardians rumored to be attacking any remaining civilians.

The truth of the matter was that your family could have had it much worse. They made do renting a small room out in a house built by Hudson Constructions in Hateno. But a room was not enough for your aging parents and their flowering, rebellious daughter.

You concocted a plan. Through the many moving mouths of Hateno gossip, there were multiple rumors of treasure throughout the many ramshackles and demolitions that remain throughout Hyrule. The Temple of Time was not only your first choice because of its history throughout the royal family, but the trail through the dueling peaks was less perilous than, say, Eldin or the Gerudo wastelands.

Then there was also the rumor of the hero put into cryonisis somewhere around the plateau.

Truthfully, you never believed that rumor or that the princess was still alive in the castle, holding off the malice from ravaging the rest of the land.

But if the princess had saved her knight and put him into a temporary centennial coma, you couldn't help but wonder—was he cute? Why else would she have gone through all that trouble?

You walked forward, amused by the direction of your thoughts. Calamity Ganon didn't just destroy Hyrulian infrastructure, but he also annihilated all of the hotties that once lived within it. But you didn't have time to fantasize about men and love.

You had bigger goals, and that was to secure a treasure worth enough rupees to build your family their own home. As you approached the goddess statue, your reverie was ruptured by the sound of a snort.

It was the first noise you had heard besides your own footsteps in hours. And very well about to be your last. Before you knew it, you felt your body slam into the unforgiving unevenness of the marble floor. The snorting now penetrating your eardrum accompanied by droplets of plump saliva.

"ACK!"

You looked up to see the predatory gaze of a Bokoblin atop you. Its weight pushed your body hard into the pebbles and stones on the ground, causing painful indents on your skin.

You floundered beneath it, noticing your knapsack, which had slid off and now rested out of reach by your kicking feet.

"NO!" You hollered, your jaw clenched as you did your best to keep the beast from advancing on top of you. A temporary reprieve came as the beast stopped fighting against you. Only to raise its claw and gash the buttons off of your shirt.

My family... they depend on me... please...

The goddess statue looked down at you with no remorse. The Bokoblin lifted its claw ready to strike again. You scrunched your eyes closed, bracing for impact.

Until you heard a confident yet soft voice command, "BEAST! RELEASE HER!"

A streak of muddled brown and beige crossed your vision, and suddenly your body felt light. The bokoblin flew against a wall, its body cascading down, purple blood splattering across some of the fractured columns.

You looked at the dead bokoblin in shock. Then toward the figure standing before its dead body.

He turned and peered at you from over his shoulder. He held a giant stick in his hand, tossing it to the ground before turning around.

His scraggly mess of golden hair was tied in a loose ponytail and the clothes he wore were in worse shape than the body of the dead bokoblin. But none of that really caught your attention like the face wearing those rags.

A really handsome face.

"Maiden? Are you harmed?" He stood, remaining at a safe distance. You became aware of your tattered top that revealed too much skin and quickly gathered it with a slight glow of your cheeks.

"I—um," his cobalt eyes remained aloof, observing you with concern.

"Yes. Thank you. If you hadn't been here... but why are you here?" He walked over to your knapsack and picked it up, handing it to you.

"I should be asking you that question. A young woman should not be roaming these fields alone."

You glanced at the stick he dropped. You felt a lump form in your throat. This man had defeated this creature with a mere stick. If he had possessed a blade, goddess, he would have been formidable. You returned your eyes to his. "A young man with a stick should not be also."

This made him smirk. "What do you call yourself?"

His vernacular was outdated but you managed to understand him somehow. "Y/N. And what do you call yourself?"

It was as if he didn't expect you to ricochet his question back to him. After an awkward long pause, he responded. "I am told I am called Link."

Great. The first cute guy I've met in eons, and he'doesn't even know his name. Still... Your eyes wandered over the way the cheap cotton could not seem to house the generous round bulges of his biceps.

"I should be going. Thank you again, Link."

"Wait!" He gently grabbed your shoulder, halting you. "It's dangerous to go alone! It is nightfall, and many monsters roam. I have a camp not far from here. Please. Stay by my side this evening."

A small satchel swung from his belt loop; he fumbled with releasing it before pulling out a mushroom. "I also possess food. See?" He twirled the mushroom around between his fingers before lifting it to his mouth and taking a huge bite.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! You can't just eat raw mushrooms like that! Where did you come from? Beneath a rock?"

He shook his head. "No, I hail from a shrine."

Suddenly the roles had reversed, and you decided you didn't want to leave Link alone. You sighed. "I have flint. Let's make ourselves a fire, and we can grill those mushrooms. I have some carrot and pumpkin too."

Link walked over to the stick he had used to fight the Bokoblin. Specks of blood dotted the tip. "We can use this."

"Ah-" You grabbed the stick from him. "No, no! It's ok, I have a small pot with me!"

You both began to saunter outside of the temple, the vacant stare of the goddess lingering on your backs. Link stopped, looking back at the statue. "I come to this temple often. It is as though the goddess; she speaks to me."

His tone was empty; his eyes filled with a sorrow you couldn't place. Moonlight filtered through cracks in the temple's walls, and its soft glow baptized him. Much like the destruction of the temple, you could see slits and scars of bygone havoc peeking out beneath the collar of his shirt.

This boy. Is he really just a vagrant? 

Only the goddess knew, and she wasn't talking.

The following hours seeped by with a voracious speed. Before you knew it, the sun broke forth, splashing the great plateau's fields with hues of crimson and citrine.

You had learned absolutely nothing about Link. But in those few short hours, he had learned everything about you. He seemed to digest all of your stories as quickly as he digested the delicious, glazed veggies you cooked for him.

"This village, Hateno, perhaps I shall seek it next." He grabbed his satchel, only instead of a mushroom, he pulled out a Sheikah Slate.

"Link! A Sheikah Slate?" You grabbed it from him, your voice elated. "Here. I'll program it for you so that you can find my village. Please, you must come. I can get you some new clothes!" You bit your lip. "Er, I mean, not that your clothes are bad or—"

He chuckled softly. "No, it is quite alright. Perhaps I do require new garments."

A silence as warm as the new dawn spread between you both. So far, his decorum was nothing but that of a gentleman. A knightly chivalry, almost. But now, as his eyes stared with an overt, lascivious hunger at your lips, it prompted you to react. "Is something wrong?"

He shook his head. "How uncouth. Forgive me."

Despite his apology, his brows remained furrowed as if recalling something.

"Link?" He snapped his head in your direction.

"I am told I am called Link yet it does not sound as though it belongs to me. But when your lips say it, it is shelter, it is home." He stood brushing off his tarnished trousers.

"I shall see you in Hateno. I must attend to matters before I join you again, maiden." His head pointed in a direction absently, as if he was listening to someone or something speak to him. He looked down at you after a moment. "On my troth, I shall join you again. Y/N."

He had finally said your name, and the intimacy it created was indubitable. He held his hand down, allowing you to grab onto it and pull you onto your feet. His hand held onto yours, not releasing it from its clasp. "Maybe next time, you can tell me about yourself?"

His mouth opened, and he fought against a word on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he smiled. "I shall."

You both stood; the empty rolling fields no longer felt barren thanks to the enormity of the presence of Link and all his secrets.

You looked over at the temple, remembering why you had come in the first place.

But there was a greater treasure next to you. And you decided you weren't leaving without it.

"Link?"

"Hm?"

You bounced up on your tippy toes, planting a soft, firm kiss on his lips. His eyes flew open, his Adam's apple ricocheting up and down in his throat as his lips hung in shock. Something had been activated within him. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into him.

He crashed his mouth against yours, his teeth collided with your own as he pushed his tongue past the threshold of your lips. His hands clawed at your face as he held you there, sucking against your tongue. He broke the kiss with the same inhalation of breath as if he had been underwater.

"You don't remember your name, but you remember how to do that?"

He grinned. "My lips know the requirements of your own. Now go forth. Your treasure waits."

Your fingers caught against the thin fabric of his tunic as you pulled him back toward you. "I already found it."

Edited: 5/11/25

i honest to god dont remember drawing this

a post only a single mutual could love

Never kill yourself ever cause good things can happen and there is hope in the world.

Ganondorf's Language in The Wind Waker

I kept threatening to write a post about how gorgeous Ganondorf’s language is in the Japanese version of The Wind Waker, but I didn’t think anyone would be interested. In the end, though, I couldn’t stop myself.

My conclusion is that Ganondorf speaks in terse yet powerful sentences, and his rich vocabulary and slightly archaic grammar give his words a highly lyrical quality, which is localized into the rhetorical flights of fancy of the English version.

Keep reading

Ganondorfs tiered by how loud they snore

Raditz awakens after years in stasis. A reference to Caspar David Friedrich's "The Sea of Ice" (view here).

An illustration for the newly posted chapter of Homeworld Lost. Read here.

man i dunno,, i tried pretty hsrd on this but i just CANT do backgrounds (´；ω；｀)

anyway,, brooke.. i love her so fucking much

Give Goku his bitchass brother back

i ought to post these too

heroes/villains themed adoptables! reblogs appreciated!

each is €18! payment by paypal, dm me if you’re interested!

available: all claimed, thank you!

i also have discounted adopts available here!! :3

"i miss him" says girl about the fictional guy she thinks about every hour of every day

Preparing for battle. 

Remembered I can draw whatever I want

without a doubt this is the strongest indicator that we are swiftly heading to a recession

*fart noise* regerts

-Han Kang - The Vegetarian

:3

Here's a ratchet, low res screencap of a WIP. I have a few things to tweak with coloring, before moving on to shading the non-skin areas, but Krita's colorize mask feature is SO HELPFUL. 10/10, highly recommend Krita

might fuck around and drink the daily recommended amount of water

Raditz: I can’t believe you’re an educator.

Nappa: Eh. My job is really more administrative.

“We can play ‘just the tip’ but remember: if you lose and start to squirm, I’m pinning you down and breeding you deep.”

shut up i’m busy having a fake relationship with a fictional character right now

🐉🟡

YOU don’t have to be perfect to be loved. but I do