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How having a "favorite person" if you have ASPD/NPD can look like.

What I read in cluster B spaces is that many people seem to have the opinion that a "favorite person" is just a BPD thing.

To understand why it's not just something for BPD, someone has to think about what an FP even is. To simplify it, just so everyone knows where I'm coming from - "favorite person" is basically just someone you have a VERY unhealthy attachment towards, and everyone with a cluster B disorder is capable of having that.

Fuck, most mentally ill people who have childhood trauma are capable of having that. It is just very common for BPD, so common that it's in the diagnosis criteria. It tends to also be more intense for people with BPD, but the concept on its own is not that rare.

I will explain it a bit how it looks like for me. I am diagnosed with ASPD and NPD, and I got forensically assessed as a psychopath when I went to prison.

I will talk about the second one first, as this is the most similar to the typical "FP" someone associates with BPD.

An unhealthy attachment can show for me in two ways. One is very subtle, the other one is full force and hits me straight into the face.

A few months ago, I met a man who is around 15 years older than me. He is wonderful, but I won't go into details here about that. Regardless, as the friendship developed, I noticed that I got very attached to him. It started slow for me, but it ended with me being upset and angry because he did not give me as much attention as I wanted to. He did not listen to me enough, he did not include me enough, he did not spend enough time with me, he did not do this or that enough. He was not enough.

I would get unreasonably pissed off if I saw him spending time with someone else. I would feel abandoned if I would see him online and he did not text me immediately. Or, even worse, he would text in a discord server we share but not respond to my DMs. That felt like straight up betrayal, and I was so unbelievably angry. I developed a black and white thinking, I thought he hates me - until he texted me, and everything was fine again. I was so incredibly possessive about him. He was mine. Don't even think about befriending him, because he belongs to me.

At the same time, all I wanted was his approval. If he even hinted on not approving of something I do, I would ping pong between a fight and a fawn response. I want to submit, he has to like me, but also how dare he not approve, but I have to make him like me no matter what it takes, but also fuck him for that and I'm too good for him anyways.

The second one was way more subtle. I noticed that this happens most of the time when someone with BPD has me as their FP, or if someone is attached to me in the way I mentioned before and I give a shit about them. At the moment, I have that sort of attachment to my boyfriend, but also to a very good friend of mine, whose FP I am.

It was a constant inner battle. I never showed him a lot of that, or at least I tried to. I talked about it with him at some point, and the thing he was the most worried about is that he may not notice when I need his approval (bless him). Over all that time, I snapped at him once because I felt like he did not approve of something I do. I had to forcefully remove myself from the situation to calm down and get my fight/fawn response under control.

I did not even notice that the second one is an unhealthy attachment until my therapist pointed it out, and explained what's happening here.

In those scenarios, I start to feel responsible for the wellbeing of the other person. I want them to be well, and I would do what I can so they feel good and are happy. It goes to the point of me completely neglecting my own wellbeing for them, but it's so subconscious that I usually don't even notice it until it's too late.

I try to explain it a little. For me, it's all about starting to subconsciously see my friends as my parent (friend A), or to see myself as the parent to them (friend B). Medical grade daddy issues.

The first one always seemed very logical to me, and my therapist (and my boyfriend who provided me with many resources, mwah) guided me through the entire process. I started to subconsciously push my friend into the role of a father, which I thankfully notice very fast.

A parent is supposed to care for their child 24/7. They provide guidance, approval, leading the kid into the right direction, are always there for the child, comfort the child when they cry, provide food, water and love. And that's something I wanted my friend to fulfill, as both my parents could not fulfill that (no shame to my father, he's a good man but his best was just not enough, and that is okay). But my friend is not my father, and that's where the problems start.

But the second one was, and still is, very difficult for me to handle. Instead of pushing my friend into the role of my father, I push myself into that role. Subconsciously, I try to be the father I never had.

The second scenario might end well with someone who does not have an unhealthy attachment towards me. My boyfriend is a great example - while I am his FP, he was in therapy for years and can handle this very well. He does not let me have that responsibility. But it will never end well if that unhealthy attachment is unmanaged. If friend A would have "given in" to my attachment, or if I would have let him, then this would spiral until the friendship breaks apart.

Friend B is incredibly well attuned with others, he is very sensible and has a good feeling for what his symptoms are, even though he was never really in therapy. But due to that, he obviously shows way more symptoms than my boyfriend does, which makes it very easy for me to fall into that "I'm responsible for his feelings" mindset.

This sort of attachment issue I have does also synergize with my ASPD. My therapist explained it to me very well.

People usually have empathy. They feel someone else's pain, and they know that this is enough to show support. That pain they feel makes it easier to attune to the situation and know what is needed to help that person in that moment. For me, this process is cognitive, while the process for people with empathy is emotional. I see they are in pain. I don't feel that pain, but I know they must be distressed. I see that they are distressed. So I try to find ways to help them, so they are not in pain anymore. I don't feel that natural stop people with empathy do. I don't know what is enough. I know people talk about that just listening is good - but it does not feel like that for me. It's not enough, they are still hurt. I must do more. What I do is not enough. I am not enough.

I have the same standards on myself as I have on the people I put into a parental role. And I know that it would happen so easily for the other person to fuel that, if they put me into the parental role.

And then, the downward spiral starts.

I will most likely make a post on how I deal with both of those attachments so the relationship between me and my friends is as healthy as it can be. But I'm 10h into a 12h nightshift at the moment and I can't be arsed to parrot what my therapist told me, so this needs to happen whenever I feel bored enough for it.

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Free People: Spring Style

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wings

so I was trying to draw something, as I so often do. this time it happened to be wings. I tried and the results are like. okay. but then one of my online friends told me I should look closely at diagrams and draw them. so I did that, and now present to you: FP's Stolen wing guide.

apologies for the bad image.

Angel - Sweetpea

Sweetpea x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 957

Summary: Y/n’s close with pretty much everyone in her little group. Jughead and she haven’t officially met. Well, they do now and Jugheads in for a surprise.

Authors Note: Maybe a series done like this imagine? What do ya’ll think? Leave a comment

Masterlist

Riverdale Masterlist

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“Hey, Angel!” Sweet Pea waved over Y/n once he saw her enter the Wyrm. Y/n headed to her friends with a smile forming on her face. Sweet Pea immediately pulled her into a big hug, squeezing her tight.

“You made it.” Toni greet her with a smile and the two hugged once Sweet Pea let go of the y/h/c-ed girl.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss hanging out with you guys for the world.” She smiled letting go of Toni to also hug Fangs.

“Angel?” Jughead questioned after watching the mystery girl greet the group of young Serpents.

“That’s what they call me.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders with a bashful smile on her face. Obviously a little shy about the name.

“Angel, can I have a minute?” FP asked coming up to them, Y/n nodded to the older man and walked over to him. FP placed a hand across her lower back, leading her over to a more secluded spot to talk Serpent business.

“Sure. Sweet’s, when I get back pool?” Y/n called over her shoulder with a smile.

“You’re on.” Sweet Pea smirked her way before continuing on with his game of pool against Fangs.

“What’s up, Jones?” Toni asked noticing the look on his face.

“Is her name really Angel? An she’s a Serpent?” Jughead questioned. The girl seemed way to nice to be a Serpent in Jug’s eyes.

“Well, no and yes.” Fangs answered after taking a shot only to miss the pocket.

“She is a Serpent.” Sweet Pea states his voice close to a growl.  All the Serpent’s are very protective of Y/n after all she’s their Angel. But Sweet’s more so, so Jughead questioning her Serpent status really irked him.

“But her names really y/n.” Toni elboraoted since the boys were being very vague.

“Then why do you all call her Angel? An a Serpent named Angel is a little ironic since we’re not known to be nice and Sweet.” Jughead crossed his arms narrowing his eyes as he asked another question.

“True, but her nickname is part of a inside joke.” Toni smirked thinking about their reasons for the nickname.

It was clear by the look on Jugheads face that he still didn’t get it. This made Toni sigh and Fangs shove his head.

“Seriously Jones, you really can’t put it together?” Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. The Jones kid could solve a murder but not a nickname?

“Y/n/n can be an Angel but don’t piss her off.” Fangs told Jug taking pity on him.

“Then she becomes the devil in disguise or Serpent if you will.” Sweet’s smirked leaning against the pool queue.

Jughead rolled his eyes at Sweet Pea’s words, he crossed his arms turning towards Toni. “Why haven’t I seen her before?”

Toni shrugged, not really knowing why the two hadn’t met yet. “She’s in the same grade and school as us. But she has been a Serpent longer.”

“An she’s really close to your dad.” Fangs added while lining up a shot.

Jughead squinted, all their answers kept confusing him more. “She knows more Serpent business than most of us.” Toni explained but it was all to vague still.

“She’s very trusted around here. For good reason. Probably knows more than you do.” Sweet Pea snarked moving around the pool table.

“Sweet Pea” Toni smacked is arm for the comment.

“No Toni it’s fine. He’s probably right I’m still new.” Jug nodded agreeing with Sweet Pea’s words although still wary of Sweet behavior.

“Hey! Everything ok here?” Y/n asked as she came back over to the group of young Serpents, and she could sense the tension.

“Yeah. Everythings fine.” Sweet Pea answered her all the while squinting his eyes at the beanie wearing boy.

“Your Jughead right? We haven’t officially met. I’m Y/n, Y/n y/l/n but pretty much everyone calls me Angel.” y/h/c-ed girl introduced herself once she came back from the talk with FP that seemed to be about some serious Serpent business.

“Jughead Jones nice to meet you.” Jug shook her hand with a friendly smile on his face. She seemed way to nice to be a Serpent. Jughead leaned in closer as the two got aquentied. Of course with the watchful eyes of Sweet Pea. Who did not like how close Jones was to his girl.

“Son.” FP called over Jughead after seeing how Sweet Pea was ready to burst at the sems at how close Jug was to his girlfriend.

“It was nice to meet you Jughead.” Y/n smiled at him before heading over to Sweets, letting Jug head over to see what his father wanted.

“Yeah?” Jughead asked as he approached his dad.

“Pice of advice.” FP gave a tight lipped smile, resting a hand on his sons shoulder.

“Hmmm?” Jughead hummed.

“Don’t do anything even resembles flirting with Y/n till you’ve known her for a while.” he patted his back smiling at him.

“Ok. Wanna explain to me why?” Jug asked with a furrowed brow.

FP smirked, his son was truly new around here. “All the Serpents- me included are very protective of her. And she’s Sweet Pea’s girl.”

Jug suddenly understood a lot more why Sweet’s had been giving him the stinkeye and if looks could kill Jughead would’ve been dead and 6 feet under. “That’s why he’s been staring at me like he wants to kill me.”

“Sweet Pea doesn’t have much, but he has her.” FP smiled looking at the couple by the pool table and as did Jughead. “Do get to know her Jug, the relationship I have with her she’s practically like a daughter to me. Gain a new sister out of this Juggie. She’s a great girl, more loyal than you know.”

вода

Bulldog's Or Sister - Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea x Jones Fem!reader

FP x Daughter Fem!Reader

Jughead x Sister Fem!Reader

Fangs x Toni x Fem!Reader (Friends)

Warnings: mention of near death bullying

Word count: 966

Summary: Reggie beat’s up Y/n and Sweet pEa isn’t ok with it. Neither is Fangs and Toni or FP. BUt Jughead her brother thinks there must of been some type of misunderstanding. Which makes things wrose between him and the Serpents. Y/n’s been one of them way longer than him.

Masterlist

Riverdale Masterlist

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“This is going to far.” Sweet Pea shakes his head trying to control his anger.

“Agreed.” Fangs stated crossing his arms.

“They hurt Y/n. I don’t know about you but I want revenge.” Toni all but growled in defense of her friend.

“I’m right here Toni.” Y/n smiled gratefully at her best friend before turning her attention back to everyone. “And I want revenge to.” Y/n stated from her seated position, still hurting all over from the beating.

“We’ll get it princess. We will. We all will.” FP promised his daughter as he walked over to her, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

Seconds later the door to the Wyrm burst open and in walked the beanie wearing teen that everyone had been trying to get ahold of.

“What happened?” Jughead said once she was fully in the bar. As he looked around he noticed pretty much everyone was there.

“Where have you been?” FP turned to his son, fuming in rage.

“I was with Betty, we had to look into something. I came as soon as I could.” Jughead shrugged his shoulders, not getting the urgency.

“We called and texted you hundreds of times.” Toni spoke up glaring at Jughead. How could he just ignore everyone trying to get a hold of him.

“Not to mention hours ago.” Fangs joined Toni in glaring at the beanie wearing boy.

“Sorry. I was busy.” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows in confusion on why everyone seemed so passed at him.

“To busy to come to the aid of your bleeding sister?!” Sweet Pea yells enraged, he took a step forward. How could he not care about his own sister then again Sweet Pea felt he shouldn’t be surprised. Jughead always seemed to only care about his Northsider friends, more than he cared about anyone else.

“We had to take her to the hospital.” Fangs added, he to stepped forward off the wall. Fangs stared at Jughead, pissed off. “You didn’t even get here till she was already discharged.”

“Do you even care?” Toni narrowed her eyes as she put the question out there.

“Of course I care.” Jughead scoffed looking over to his sister seeing her all bruised and bandaged, cut’s littered her face and neck. He could only imagine what was under her clothes. “What happened anyway? Who hurt you?”

Jughead’s lack of concern on his face and in his tone were shocking to everyone.

“Reggie and the rest of the bulldog’s. That’s who.” Y/n spat at her brother. How could he be so nonchalant about this?!

“Are you okay?” he asked although there wasn't any concern in his voice. That’s obvious.

Do I look okay?!” Y/n yelled not believing her brother just could stand there in front of her looking at her all injured and not seem to care at all. “I’m hurt, bruised, bleeding and broken. I’m in pain and one of the people I wanted here for me was my brother and he couldn’t even bother!”

“Why’d they attack you?” Jughead asks, pointing at his sister.

“Why?” Sweet Pea copied Jughead’s words while clenching his fists.

“Yes, why? I’m sure it was a misunderstanding.” Jughead himself narrowed his eyes at the taller serpent.

“They targeted me, Jughead.” Y/n spoke up, getting more upset with her brother by the minute.

“Did they think you were someone else?” Jughead was trying to find a solution as to why the Bulldogs would do this.

It shocked and amazed all the serpents and not in a good way that Jughead instead of seeing his sister and caring or wanting revenge he would try to defend the one’s recognizable for almost killing his own sister.

“Stop trying to make excuses for them!” Sweet Pea yelled, slamming his hand down on the nearest table. Which happened to be the table Toni and Y/n were sitting at.

Y/n reached for Sweet Pea’s hand, hoping to calm him down. To reassure him she was there. Before Y/n turned her gaze back to her brother.

“They followed me, they conquered me and they attacked me. They knew it was me, I was the intended target for their attack… And you don’t even care.” Y/n had tears welling up in her eye’s at recalling what had happened to her and that it seemed her brother could care less about her.

“What happened to my son that loved and protected his sister? Cause that’s not what I’m seeing.” FP shook his head, eyes filled with disappointment.

“Dad-” Jughead start’s with wide eyes at his father’s words.

“They hurt her and you're defending them, trying to find an out.” FP stated raising his voice, anger and pain obvious in his words as he spoke. “Get out Jughead.”

Jughead loaded at his dad like he was crazy. He wants him to leave! “What?”

“Get out of my home. Get out of my serpent den. Till you can care about your family again, get out.” FP had made his decision. He didn’t recognize his son right now.

Jughead looked around seeing how no one is opposing his fathers statements of kicking him out.

“Not that you care but they did this to send a message.” Toni tells Jughead before he turned to leave.

“They left a letter with me when they left me to wither in pain and almost die. It was a threat, and doing this to me was only the beginning.” Y/n told her brother with anger and sadness in her eye’s. Letting out an unamused laugh shaking her head. “Hope you enjoy your Northside friends Jughead. Since you apparently care more about them than your family.”

A tear ran down her check as she looked at her brother like a stranger.

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eyo anyone know what kinda bug this is 🤨🤨🤨🤨

GOD. I'M SO BAD WITH BIRTHDAYS- happy extremely late day of entering this world Vic!! Have Five Pebbles in a ziploc bag as my offering

thank you for your offering <3

the craziest thing i ever did for a man was to watch a whole season of riverdale. it was for skeet ulrich. still don't know if it was worth it, but im definetely scarred for life.

Ragequit....

@voldkat hello I see you over there 👀

INSPIRED BY @/usedsoil

[Oh my god, what has he done?]

AU belongs to @exo-dus404

Color version undercut

Liked the poster so much I redesigned TFR Pebbles

Okay, but is codependency really *that* bad?

brother, you don't need to turn me away

Pebbsie with flowers, I can't🥲🌸

oh no the rot has appeared

help her.oh no

[LIVE CONVERSATION] - LOCAL Looks to the Moon, Messenger 04 <Hunter>

"Little creature? On the floor of my chamber? What brings you here?"

"Oh my! You must be important if you have that mark over you!"

"Apologies, it's been a while since I've been up to date with the world around me. As you can tell, I am planning something revolutionary for the greater cause."

"Not that it means much for you, but nonetheless!"

"I imagine you have brought me something to read?"

"Ah, a pearl! I haven't read many pearls in a while, so I suppose it wouldn't hurt to divert some of my processing power to reading it for you... or is it for me to read? Who knows!"

"Allow me to decode this."

[ Moon begins to read the pearl. Her puppet shakes a bit. ]

[ The pearl vibrates violently in her hands. Her puppet almost seems to be transfixed to it as it forces Moon to face it. ]

MESSAGE CONTENTS:

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"LOOKS TO THE MOON. I AM LOSING MY ABILITY TO KEEP MY STRUCTURE FUNCTIONING. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN DOING BUT // I AM GOING TO DIE.

YOU NEED TO STOP IMMEDIATELY MOON. // I AM GOING TO DIE.

---

"Five Pebbles?"

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"YOUR LACK OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT WILL BRING US BOTH DOWN. PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU TO STOP.

I HAVE TRIED TO REACH YOU FOR DOZENS OF CYCLES AND NOT ONCE HAVE YOU ALLOWED ME ANY COMMUNICATION."

---

"Pebbles... I--"

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"DO YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT THIS IS A GAME? THAT EVERY ITERATOR AROUND YOU IS A COG IN A MACHINE?

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"Pebbles, no I don't--"

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"BECAUSE WE AREN'T, AND I REFUSE TO BE SUBJECTED AS A BUG TO YOUR MAZE.

I CARE VERY LITTLE IF YOU CHOOSE TO IGNORE THIS MESSAGE. I HAVE MADE SURE IT REACTS IMMEDIATELY TO BEING DECODED BY ANY ITERATOR, INCLUDING YOU.

---

"..."

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I WILL ENSURE THIS REPEATS UNTIL YOU REACTIVATE YOUR COMMUNICATION ARRAYS AND DISABLE YOUR EXPERIMENTS."

---

"Wait, no, Pebbles wait--!"

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"UNTIL THEN, MOON...

LET ME LIVE.

LET ME LIVE.

LET ME LIVE. //

---

"Stop, no, I can't--"

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LET ME LIVE.

LET ME LIVE.

LET ME LIVE. //

---

"I didn't-- I never meant to--"

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LET ME LIVE.

LET ME LIVE.

LET ME LIVE. //

---

"PEBBLES I'M SO--"

---

[ The pearl was interrupted by a series of malfunctions displayed in Moon's chamber. ]

"Sorry--?"

[ The chamber is flooded with error manifests. Shortly after, a local diagnostic test automatically begins conducting within the unbreaking silence. ]

...

[ Something appeared above the ventilation systems. ]

"Oh no, no, no. This can't be--"

"What did I do?! My work, Pebbles, I—"

[ She collapses on the ground. ]

"I almost had it."

"I could've helped everyone. Now I've—"

"..."

"I have work to do. Please, little creature, leave me alone."

[ Hunter is propelled slowly to the access shaft by Moon. Before you are fully inside of it, she says to herself... ]

"I'm sorry."

What was five peeblussys yapping about to the rivulets??????

hes not supposed to be alive, is he stupid???

(not canon)

I need help explaining what a FP is/how it feels to have a FP to my FP... can you maybe explain it? You probably have before so I'm sorry for asking.

I haven’t explained it yet, and I don’t mind at all!! This will just be an in-depth description of what I have written on my term page!

Favorite Person (often shortened to FP) is a term used within the BPD community to describe someone who is usually being idealized and/or imprinted on. Often, someone with BPD feels incredibly dependent on this person and will put their needs before their own. They will frequently seek validation from their FP. Personally, my FPs are the people I base my opinions off of. Since BPD causes such an unstable sense of self, I feel like I can kind of anchor myself in these people.

It is also important to remember that while it is common for someone’s FP to be a close friend, date mate, or possibly a family member, it is not impossible for it to be someone you don’t know that well. A favorite person is most likely someone being idealized and/or imprinted on, which is not always someone close to you. In my experience, a FP is someone you feel like is one of the most important people in your life. You’re dependent on and attached to them and can’t imagine what life would be like without them. 

BPD also causes “black-and-white thinking,” which essentially means something/someone is either good or bad with no gray in between. FPs are often seen as basically pure good wholesome people (even though this is not always true). This has always caused me to feel like I needed to do whatever is possible to give them everything good because they deserve only the best. A lot of people feel like they must do anything for their favorite person, even if it is detrimental to their own mental and/or physical health.

I hope this was somewhat helpful? I’m not very good at explaining things! I’m sorry!