#hallucinating
Tientsin Mystic Whump List (2017)
24 Episodes - Watch on: Dramacool
Whumpee: De-you played by Li Xian
De-you (left) works with his friend to investigate crimes. He seems somewhat psychic and sees clues in his mind that are not visible in regular life, he uses smoke to trigger this. It is part of his character that he is very sensitive to certain things which is why smoke has such a strong effect on him. List also refers to the other male lead (right). They both work with the police.
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Episode 1: (39:00) Purposely inhales smoke, goes in his head, collapses, found on the ground unconscious.
Episode 2: (7:00) Wakes up. (other male lead gets knocked out briefly)
Episode 4: (5:00) Smokes again to trigger going into his head. (27:00) Stupidly kicks something then his foot hurts. (maybe I’m just a wimp but at the end of the episode tw an excessive amount of dead bodies. It’s just too many)
Episode 5: (TW continues up until 9 minutes into the episode.) No whump
Episode 6:(13:00) Smoke cloud triggers him, in his head, snaps out of it coughing then faints. Friend does CPR on him, he wakes up startled, breathing heavily.
Episode 7:(13:00) Enters opium den which does not take long to mess him up, he gets dizzy and disoriented, coughing, he sits down as soon as possible. Is unresponsive for a minute. Forced to run away when he can barely stand, friends help him walk. Out of it. This continues until after they’ve left the opium den.
Episode 8: (23:00) Other male lead is drugged and falls asleep.
Episode 12: (22:00) In an explosion, blocked by rubble. His friend gets stabbed, under a lot of pressure to save him. Breathes in smoke to hallucinate, dizzy.
Episode 15: (3:00) Other male lead gets strangely affected by some flowers. All the characters hallucinate.
Episode 20: (9:00) Attacked, strangled.
Episode 21: (34:00) Other male lead hypnotizes himself, hallucinates, and falls asleep.
**Episode 22: Missing
Episode 23: (3:00) In a trance, almost drowns. Seeing things in his head, wakes up and fights to save himself and his friend. (20:00) Emotional argument with friend.
Episode 24: (24:00) Attacked, waterboarded, saved by friend. (other male lead gets hurt periodically in episode) More fighting. Ending unclear.
hey since I just told a friend this and they found it helpful: if you’re having hallucinations and are having trouble distinguishing what’s real and what’s not, use your phone’s camera and take a picture of the thing you might be hallucinating. cameras don’t hallucinate.
hey maybe reblog this for other neurodivergent people to see please?
sometimes ur own hallucinations may show up on camera or on a recording if its an auditory hallucination, so if ur unsure and have someone you trust, you can try sending the picture or recording to them and asking them what they see/hear too!!
I’ve only ever had like three or four instances of visual hallucinations but a friend who has them regularly
says that the way she checks is that she takes off her glasses, and if the image is still in perfect focus, that’s a hallucination
that might not work for everyone, but it might be helpful for some!
When I thought I was hearing a roommate/family member in the next room and thought they were talking to me, and couldn’t tell if they were actually in there or not and if they were actually saying those things (and usually the things they were saying were pretty bizarre and mean), if I put on headphones and blasted music and could still hear them clearly then I could tell it wasn’t them and I was hallucinating (so bascially similar to the eyeglasses post above, but on the auditory side of things). Headphones and music are great for fact-checking or for helping to block the quieter things out.
these r all gr8
I have auditory hallucinations. This seems like an obvious tip, but music helps
Brains are weird and amazing, and sometimes when they’re tricking you you can trick them back
There are surely more reality-check brain hacks in the notes for this post, so do a lil digging and see if you find one that’s a good fit for you.
i know I said I was going to bed but also I just wanted to reblog this cuz it’s useful information and all that.
I don’t have hallucinations but I think these tips are helpful for people who do
Day 15: Feed a Cold, Starve a Fever
CW:Injuries, blood, hallucinations, delirium
Summary:Eleven’s not feeling so good after escaping capture with some pretty bad injuries to show for it.
Word count: 776
Day Two of being lost in the Heliodoran wilderness had gone about as good as Day One, if not a little worse.
For one, Eleven had stopped bleeding, although that did not prevent him from being terrified that he was still going to die.
He had never gone this long without healing magic nor a stable food supply. He guessed that, at his pace, he was making it about ten miles every day when he wanted to be going forty. It didn’t help that he was still pretty badly injured, with little more than the clothing on his back, the waterskin he’d snatched, and any random items he found in the wilderness that he thought might be useful, like berries.
He would have searched for the camp from before if he thought he could find it but backtracking in this snowy weather seemed like a bad idea.
He set out early the next morning, aiming for a leisurely, forgiving pace, although the fresh scars on his face felt like they were going to pop and start bleeding any moment. “Any progress is good progress.” That sounded like something Chalky had said once.
El licked his lips as his knees wobbled. He moved slowly through the underbrush— he was fortunate that most monsters scattered upon first sight of him though he still ached for a sword.
At some point, Eleven’s head began to pitch to one side. He stretched out his arms and caught himself before he’d fallen head-first into the dirt, landing on his knees instead, black spots clouding his vision.
Goddess, he was starting to see things. His eyes blurred and refocused on the foliage in front of him, reading a pair of shoes before they sharpened into browning leaves again.
Eleven rubbed the side of his face and pulled his hand away, seeing blood. His mind raced. Had he hit his head?
He yanked a strip of cloth from his pocket and dabbed at his face. The cloth came out a shock of red.
Panic coursed through him.
Calm down. Calm down. So the scabbing isn’t going so well. It’s fine. You’re still breathing. You’re still bleeding. No, breathing.
He shook his head and kept the cloth pinned to the spot that was bleeding as he walked onward. Now was not the time to be losing hope. He’d just become lunch for a hungry monster if he stayed out here much longer.
His thoughts became more nonsensical the longer he went until eventually he just stared at the brown strip of a dirt path in front of him, all other thoughts having left his mind. He didn’t remember when he’d found the path and didn’t know where the snow went. He just knew his feet inched forward on it and that his side screamed, hot and itchy, possibly of an infected wound.
When a hand tapped his shoulder, he jerked backward and almost fell again. A stranger grabbed him by his shoulders to steady him.
“Goddess! What happened to yourface?”
The stranger’s voice came out garbled, half sensical. Eleven looked up and frowned.
A tall man stood in front of him. He had some facial hair, although it blurred together on his face. Eleven pitched to one side again, leaning on the arms that anchored him.
The man gestured ahead. “Let me help you, ya poor thing!”
Eleven was in no state to refuse, so he bowed his head and followed. He was getting too good at following other people around.
The man had a carriage with one horse and a stack of hay bales in the back. He helped Eleven onto them and gestured for him to lay down, promising they were only a little distance from his home.
Eleven’s head exploded with pain as soon as he lay down, the scratchy hay working underneath his shirt to poke at his wounded side. It felt like a cruelcumber was stabbing him — both there and at his forehead.
The cart started moving, its creaky wooden wheels rolling across dirt. Adrenaline kept Eleven awake even though he was exhausted enough to sleep for days, his eyes fluttering closed as he stared at trees that twisted into figures and heard sounds he knewweren’t really there but still paralyzed him with fear.
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