#schizophrenic character

[canon-disabledcharacteroftheday]

The canon disabled character of the day is Alex from Made You Up by Francesca Zappia who has schizophrenia.

[trillin09]

THE USUAL SUSPECT FOR DOODLING

Jason Penner, sometimes gets shortened to Jase

Jason is an ENVOY of Splendorman, he doesn’t know that’s what it’s called or how that relates to the scar on his arm or his eyes going purple or why his pupils flick white and glow when everything feels like static, but he’s doing his best.

Jason also has Paranoid Schizophrenia and is on the autism spectrum (low to mild support needs). Most would characterize him as being jumpy and nervous constantly, but also being very sincere and caring. Jason is the protagonist of THE ENVOY and an active party member in @bloodsongrpg.

Envoys are young persons who had been rescued from a terrible fate due to violent acts in the forests by Splendorman. All of which are returned to human settlements around a week or so after the incident, as Splendorman does his best to ensure their wellbeing in mind and body, most are taken back to their homes or to a place they feel safest.

However, Jason’s never felt safe anywhere, his parents did not care for his experiences and his home was barely safe when it was him left alone so often… Meeting Splendorman changed his whole world forever, and unlike how all of the good in his life eventually left him, Jason wasn’t going to let Splendorman leave his life.

During Jason’s time with Splendorman, he had never felt so cared for before. Never had anyone listened and held him close when Jason’s mind swirled with fear, no one but him would even think to acknowledge his struggles like Splendorman did. At first Jason was rightfully scared of such a strange man, fearing for his life at every turn… only after he panicked and vented his fear and his feelings of unworthiness of the unconditional care Jason had revived did he realize how much someone could care.

When Jason eventually entered the dark forest once again, now horrified at the thought of abandonment and danger lurking within, he was found once again by the strange man. Splendorman had lingered in the forest far longer than he would, for he worried deeply for the fate of the young man who turned from great fear to wishing to escape with him into the wilderness. All at once, Jason’s cries and pleading became audible to the strange man.

. . .

“You’re so brave… You’re so kind and you’re so sweet” My mind was racing but for once I wasn’t scared of it, “I was so afraid for you, I- I didn’t see this happening at all… but I’m so glad you’re safe, no matter what brought you back to me… Jason”. 

    Splendorman raised me up, I was off the ground and back in his arms. I closed my eyes, my face stung with the cold of the air before ebbing into the warmth around me now. It felt… weird. I didn’t think there’d ever have the moment of feeling safe in someone’s arms. For once I wished I could stay in this moment forever, for once I wasn’t fearing for my life.

He held me close for a while. For a moment I could feel the rocking of his body as if he was crying too. I remember how Splendorman told me how he feels people’s emotions like they’re his own, though I can’t tell if he’s crying because I am or because he is crying. Before I knew it, Splendorman rose to stand up, his mask and hat hovered over me, “I… am unsure what lies ahead now”. His voice looked me in the eyes with a devoted smile, “Yet, no matter what will come of it. You will never be alone in what may come of it”.

I couldn’t find the right words, “I- I .. I’m so sorry..”. The sudden dread of acceptance rushed into every single place. “I.. I must’ve ruined everything yo-you wanted to do.. I don’t.. I — I’m so sorry” My body shuddered at the thought of it, I started to cry all over again.

“Jason…” Splendorman’s words were gentle with a saddened smile, one of his fingers carefully brushed the hair from my face. “You are a gift I never thought I would receive, I couldn’t have imagined I would meet anyone who would come back for me.” Splendorman raised me closer to his mask, in its glass I could barely see my own reflection. “There is nothing you could ever do to cause me ruin. All I ever want for children like you is to be happy and loved in a place they feel the most safe.” He took a deep breath before an earnest smile followed his voice, “I never imagined that I would become the safest place for you to be. I never imagined anyone would ever consider such a thing to be true, but you… you believe it so.”. “You have been through so much pain and loneliness to be where you are now. Your persistence and strength to fight for what you believe in astounds me. You are a gift, sweeting, a person who deserves to be at peace for all you’ve suffered through.” His words softly smiled as they stared into my eyes. “Your mind may frighten you in ways I can never imagine, the world can be a scary and unpredictable place and even if it were to end and I cannot be by your side, I will always be there. I will do all I can with all my power to keep you safe, Jason. From now on, you are not alone in your worries and strife, not anymore and never again.” He held me close again, his voice barely holding in the tears. “I will be there, I will carry you to the ends of the Earth, I will never let you go. No matter what will happen, I will always fight for you. Nothing you will ever do will keep me from holding you close to my heart, and if you fear or if you forget I will always remind you every day and every hour. I promise you, Jason”.

I hugged him tighter, hugged him tighter even though my arms felt weak. I didn’t know what to say but it didn’t matter, I knew that he knew how much those words meant to me. I knew deep down, I’d do everything to do the same, even if that’s not enough to give him what he’s given me.

     “Th…. Thank you” I whimpered, my face flushed with warm tears as the soft crunches of footsteps carried me into the woods again. Is this what people feel when they feel at home? Home wasn’t ever a place where I felt safe… but if home can be something like a feeling and that can be a person.

I think I finally know what it’s like, to finally come home.

CONNECTED CHARACTERS: SPLENDORMAN, LILITH, CASSANDRA ANDREWS, QUINCY B JOHNAS

[faellyndrael]

[TFCaQ] Drabble #1 - 'Carriage'

The Cacophony clambered into the front seat of the stolen carriage, skirts flaring, laughter bubbling.

"I want a turn!" she declared, reaching for the reins.

The Specter didn’t look at her, simply shifted them out of reach with calm precision, one gloved hand pressing lightly against her forehead to push her back into her seat. Undeterred, the Cacophony whined and squirmed, heels banging against the carriage frame as they barreled down a smoking hill.

"You’re no fun!" she huffed.

The Specter said nothing.

The carriage rolled over a body with a violent jolt.

The Cacophony grinned.

"Okay, fine. You’re fun."

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today's disabled character of the day is Harrow Nonagesimus from Harrow the Ninth, who has schizophrenia

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a woman with short black hair and grey eyes. She has black and white face paint that mimics a skull. Her face paint covers her entire face, except her ears, and extends down her neck. She is wearing a long sleeved body suit with white bone like armor of the chest. She also is wearing a white scarf, white claw shaped earrings, and black leather gloves. Around her our skeletons and bone shards. A black handle of a weapon is shown over her left shoulder.]

[whumpsmith-participates]

AI-less Whumptober 2024

Day 11 - Hallucinations

Tags/CW: schizophrenic character, ladywhump,

Chaos Ecker had always wanted a quiet life. However, despite having reality-altering powers, things just never quite went his way. His quiet life was frequently interrupted when he got caught up in other's people drama, his sidekicks trying to kill themselves, the IRS, his cousins wreaking havoc, or his girlfriend.

To be honest, that last one he did to himself. He refused to kick her out. After all, it wasn't her fault. She was just ill, and he had no right to judge her for it. Besides, most days they did fine together. She helped him run the little cafe he took over from his father when he became too ill to run it, and she helped him to care for his father, and sometimes even his sidekicks.

On bad days, however...

Alice Hargreaves loved her routine. It helped her stay grounded and it got her through the day when Chaos was out. She wasn't always sure where he was. Sometimes he'd tell her, sometimes he wouldn't, and sometimes she'd simply forget what he told her.

It didn't matter though. She woke up from her alarm, did some yoga and meditating, had breakfast, did her hair and makeup, and picked a cute outfit. Finding joy in dressing up made it easier to leave the apartment and face the day, so she always put extra effort in.

Something baby blue, her favourite colour, with white accessoires, sometimes a bit of pink, and a pair of heels. Not the most ideal for running a cafe, but it did make it easier to reach the top storage shelves if she had to, and on quiet days she could sit down to give her feet some rest if necessary.

It was still early though, and people weren't exactly lined up outside the door as she turned the sign to open, giving her plenty of time to get the background music working and put the first pastries into the oven.

"You're not fooling anyone..."

Alice whipped around, only to find the shop still empty. Of course it was still empty. The bell by the door would have rang if someone had walked in. She decided she just imagined it as she turned back to set the oven timer, only to find a familiar woman sitting on top.

She wore a black outfit with some dark purple accents, her dark brown hair had purple-coloured streaks in them, and the lower half of her face was covered with a black mask.

"Cheshire?"

Alice tilted her head, wondering why her old friend didn't just walk in and say hi normally. Meanwhile Cheshire hopped off of the oven and looked around, whistling beneath her mask.

"Not bad," she said, "you got away nicely...for now."

"What are you talking about?" Alice asked, furrowing her brows in confusion.

"Got yourself a job, a place to stay, a boyfriend~" Cheshire continued, "Aren't you worried what'll happen when they find out what you did?"

"I-I need to make a phone call," Alice said, backing away a bit as she pulled out her phone, keeping an eye on Cheshire before diving into the break room behind the counter.

She feverishly unlocked her phone and opened her contacts page. Chaos was at the top, so it only took two more taps to call him, before she listened anxiously for the dial tone to stop and for him to start talking. But it just kept going, and going, and going...

"Did you really think they wouldn't find out what you did?"

Alice yelped as she whipped around again. Cheshire was leaning against the closed door now. Peering at her with dark eyes.

"What you did with Hatter," she said, "and for Wendigo...what you did to those poor little wabbits~"

"No!" Alice shrieked, throwing her phone at Cheshire. But she simply dodged, and the device broke as it smashed against the door instead. Cheshire giggled as they both looked at the cracked screen.

"How very fitting~" she said, "breaking everything you touch..."

"Shut up!" Alice shouted, before darting through the door with a large 'NO ENTRY' sign.

Behind that door were the stairs that led back up to the apartment. Her safe place, with her routines and reminders to stay sane. With the cabinet in the bathroom that had a small bottle of pills with her name on it. The pills that made her so sleepy she preferred to take them in the evening, but sometimes she was forced to take them earlier in the day.

However, when she opened the sliding door to the bathroom, she found Cheshire leaning against the sink, blocking her access to the cabinet.

"Still running away from your problems, huh?" she said.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Alice shrieked, tearing a towel off of the rack by the door and throwing it at Cheshire. She dodged again, giggling sinisterly as she hopped onto the edge of the bathtub, sticking her arms out for balance as she walked across it.

"Do you want a battered hide, or scratches to your face applied~?" she said.

Alice covered her ears with her hands in an attempt to block the woman out, but her voice still rang clearly in her head as she continued.

"Sister, sister, go to bed! Go and rest your weary head~"

Alice screamed, trying to drown out the sound of her voice instead. She screamed her lungs out, then took a deep breath and continued screaming, squeezing her eyes shut and dropping down to her knees. Another deep breath, and more screaming, yet still, she could hear her voice.

"Sister, do not raise my wrath. I'd make you into mutton broth~"

She had no idea how much time passed. It could be seconds, it could be hours. It could even be days. Either way when she came to her senses she was still screaming. Or screaming again. Her hands were pressed against her ears so tight, her earrings were digging into her skin, whilst her fingers were clenched tightly around her hair.

Hands were grabbing at her wrists, to which she began thrashing violently, screaming and kicking and shaking her head...until her head hit something hard, and one of her hands dislodged from her ear, pulling a painful amount of hair off of her scalp.

"Alice!! Alice, baby, open your eyes, it's me! It's me!"

Alice reluctantly opened her eyes while gasping desperately for air. The black, blurry figure before her let go of her wrists, grabbing onto her face instead.

"No!" she shrieked, clawing at his hands to get him to let go, but his grip didn't loosen.

"Easy!" he said, through gritted teeth as her nails broke the skin on his hands, "Take it easy, baby, you'll hurt yourself."

Another desperate gasp for air as she tried to push him off, but to no avail. The screams devolved into hoarse sobs, her vision clearing up a bit as the tears left her eyes, the black blur now bearing a familiar face, peering at her with concern.

"That's it," he said, "take it easy. I've got you."

"Chaos..."

She croaked weakly, her throat raw from the screaming. She tried to look around to see if Cheshire was still there, but Chaos continued to hold her head still, so she could only look at him.

"I got you," he said, "just breathe with me, okay?"

Alice nodded with a sob, trying to slow down to match his breathing. After a moment or two, Chaos let go of her head and hugged her instead.

"You're okay," he said, brushing her hair, "whenever you're ready, just tell me what you need."

"C-cold..."

"You're cold?" Chaos asked, letting go so he could look her in the eye. Alice could barely bring herself to nod, before anxiously peering around. There was no sign of Cheshire. Only some towels strewn about.

"Let's get you cleaned up and warmed up in one go," Chaos suggested.

Alice just nodded and went along. She let him help her to her feet, walking her to the bathtub and running some warm water before plugging the drain. Whilst it slowly filled up, he helped her undress, making sure she was looking away so she wouldn't see the blood on her dress and earrings.

Then he rolled up his sleeves and his trouser legs, before taking off his boots and socks. He set one foot in the bath, steadying himself so he could help her climb in, before sitting on the edge and grabbing the shower head, redirecting the water with the knob and gently running the warm water over her head and through her hair.

Alice just hugged her knees, occasionally sniffling while Chaos took care of her. The warm water and the scents from the soap helped her calm down further and ground herself, trying to process what had happened.

"I-I need to see the doctor..."

"I'll make an appointment for you." Chaos said, "Do you need anything else?"

"...conditioner," Alice said quietly, "without it gets tangled."

"You forget conditioner once and she never shuts up about it..." Chaos grumbled, eliciting a small, tired smile from Alice.

@ailesswhumptober

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Mah baby Alice, and my bad boy Chaos being an absolute softy for her.

[colorsofveraldwiz-official]

I remember seeing this in an English class and I finally found it again. I've been thinking of the Three again (they need a cool name like The Golden Trio or KT3) and their conflicts.

They all have a few different conflicts going on, as they are human (or at least a race similar enough to count as human), and while Veraldwiz is postmodern, it still reflects some modern and classical conflicts.

Sep is primarily Man vs Reality, however, it's the warped version of reality he's subconsciously created for himself, so one could argue it's Man vs Self

Reagan is Man vs Society (with a sprinkle of Man vs. Self)

Ky is Man vs Self, while he's battling his anxiety and the arc of save vs. unhappy and unsafe vs. happy

[brownshouto]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sero Hanta & Todoroki Shouto Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Sero Hanta, Iida Tenya Additional Tags: Schizophrenic Todoroki, Psychosis, psychotic character, Schizophrenic Character Written by Schizophrenic Author, Hallucinations Summary:

Todoroki knew that if his mom had a mental illness in the schizo-spectrum, there was a chance he could have one too. However, he didn't think he would develop one because he totally didn't have one now. His grip on reality couldn't be better. He always knew what was and what wasn't. He'd never had an instance of unreality that he knew of, of course, there was the possibility that he didn't realise and thought everything was real and okay when in reality his mind had built up everything, but those thoughts were for other sleepless nights.

[theocannibalistic]

I’m an alien among the human beings