god is the space between us

don’t argue with or challenge the delusion—attempting to disprove someone’s delusions is not helpful at all and will result in that person not trusting you

assure the delusional person that they are safe; be open and honest at all times

encourage them to verbalize their feelings and offer protection to prevent injury to themselves or, possibly, others

start building a trusting relationship with them rather than acting on a desire to control their symptoms

do not confirm or feed into the delusion by asking questions about it when the person is not experiencing a psychotic episode

what it does not mean:

and it could go either way! i like the ftm pantalone headcanon, but i especially love the mtf pantalone headcanon. in my eyes, pantalone was pushing and burying her identity away, trying to maintain the public image she built, but it gets too much for her. and, as you said in an answer to my previous ask - dottore is the one handling the surgeries, i agree with that fully! nobody else knows pantalone’s body that well (this sounded kinda suggestive😭)

i headcanon mtf pantalone’s name to be fleur. i love her <3

One of my absolute favourite things is Pantalone having SOMETHING they hide and bury to keep a faultless public persona/maintain some idealised image he thinks he must uphold or everything will crumble. And oh my gosh, having that being that he is a woman is heartbreaking.

And of course, best thing is that when Pantalone is internalising something and not being their true self, Dottore is there to come and throw a big old self acceptance blanket over them because Dottore doesn't hold back shit from anyone and will be damned if Pantalone is gonna hide her truth. Dottore tells Pantalone that he will still love her whatever identity she has, and that if people think that a woman is somehow gonna be less capable of running Northland, it'll just be all the funnier to watch as she financially destroys them ~<3

Although admittedly I usually use ftm, you have me thinking about how beautiful mtf Pantalone would be. <3 I am picturing her as being besties with Signora, who teaches her how to put on makeup for the first time and is rather like the 'sister' role in offering support - thoughtful, stern, a bit mean sometimes, but absolutely caring. And Pantalone inheriting some of her style because of that. Anyway here is a quick Regrator Fleur for you as thanks for the free food~

“It’s girls only,” said Sandrone.

“Exactly,” said Dottore

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i once made a post about trans girl Childe being completely unaware that she's a disaster lesbian, but the girls start inviting her to their tea parties to help her realize that she is perhaps maybe Not Cis, and now i'm imagining something like that but with Dottore

do you think they'd see her clearly struggling with dysphoria and envy, even if she herself doesn't realize yet, and take pity on her just a bit?

like "ok we hate this bitch's guts but this is just fucking sad so, we'll invite her once."

and Dottore's like "????? why the hell are they inviting me to a goddamn pajama party????" but she ends up going anyway

— Doctor, you look especially young today

Just a small Drabble about 18 who jerks off so. Fucking. Much.

He’s definitely the most hormonal out of the adult segments, and let’s say this is before Prime gives his segments the green light to have his lover as well.

The segments get a few breaks between experiments, and without fail every time, 18 disappears from the lab entirely. Some assume he’s just getting some fresh air, and others know much better. Once he’s gone from the lab, he’s coming back looking a little more flushed and sweaty than when he left.

He’ll lock himself away in his quarters and fuck his fist to the thought of whatever arousing fantasy happened to overtake his mind that particular day. Sometimes he thought about Prime’s lover. Sometimes Pantalone. Sometimes the other segments.

He’d stroke himself into overstimulation a lot of the time, knowing he wouldn’t really get another chance to do this the rest of the day, just fisting his poor, weeping dick until it stung to touch even slightly.

He had a nasty habit of hiding behind corners when Prime was getting sexy with his love (or, contrarily, the other segments with each other), cover his mouth, and fuck his fist to the sounds of moans and the slaps of skin coming together, imagining himself between whomever was getting him off in that moment. He wanted to fuck and get fucked so badly.

He could see himself on top of Prime’s spouse, watching his cock disappear into their needy hole while pinning their arms down to either side of the bed. At the same time, he wished that Prime would put him in his place and fuck him hard and raw while he was bent all the way over, growling in his ear about how naughty it is to eavesdrop.

His lab boners were endless too. He’d try to hide them away beneath tables or by shifting his position when he was working, but the other segments (delightfully) noticed, exchanging amused glances with one another.

They’d find cracked doors where 18, bottomless, was humping a pillow and drooling on she sheets while he whimpered different names each time, sometimes trying to finger his own hole while stroking his cock with his other hand.

18’s slutty habits were starting to rub off on the other segments, who would moan a little extra loud or fuck a little extra rough if they sensed him nearby, especially if he was eavesdropping and thought he was being slick about it.

Pairs of underwear from segments, prime, and his spouse would randomly go missing too, only to be found in his laundry covered in dried cum. The pervert was sneaking into their rooms too!

no. anyways here's angry sex with dottore

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　ྀིᨯ — content. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, afab! reader -> NO GENDERED PETNAMES/PRONOUNS USED, feel free to request an amab version, hate sex, kind of degrading (no direct terms used), reader and dottore are highkey rivals

having you pinned to the nearest surface was his only goal, dottore found it the most amusing when your voice that told him to ‘fuck off’ earlier is now stuck a whimpering mess.

“mmmnfgh—“ combing his fingers into your scalp before pulling suddenly, your entrance tightening around him suddenly when you felt the pressure. “yeah—ahh, not such a bratty m- mouth now, right?”

having you bent over the uncomfortability of his desk made goosebumps run all over your skin, you could very much stamp the papers below your body with ink based on how rough he was while throwing you down onto the secure wooden table—

"fucking, haah... this body is all mine, isn't it? n- no one else's?"

you couldn't even muster up a reply, i mean, did he really expect a reply from you when he had his fingers shoved inside your mouth, his cock leaving only to angrily grind his shaft back inside to grind inside you.

"if you hate me so much... who's got you moaning like you're theirs." removing his fingers from your mouth, he returns now with both palms on each side of your hip;

you could feel his harsh grip pulling your weak body up and down, it had been hours since he hadn't had his hands all over you, tracing different body parts while describing every single one of them before ramming into your cervix once again.

"nnha— h- hate... y- ouu... i-i haah! hate you s- so much."

your own arms trembled as you struggled to hold up your own weight, only your lower half barely functioning due to dottore's fierce hold on you.

"uhuh? yeah, doll... you hate me s'fuckin' m- much, don't you..." slamming his hips in and out of you again was enough to shut your mouth, you didn't even have the energy to talk properly. let alone carry yourself right now,

the air smelled of distinct metal and sweat that covered your bodies with a thin layer enough to fill the room of musk. your face winces at the obscene sounds coming from behind you, but you really could care less right now,

the same atmosphere now hitting your skin again, cold and mean. even the way he'd whisper things into your ear, it felt endlessly... pleasurable. and it sucked how turned on you'd get each time he'd lean in to say something as sharp as usual.

you've always hated him, him and his tease-tongue, it felt hot when for the first time in forever someone could quite literally get on your level.